MTL - Starlight Has No Past-Chapter 17 Cocaine Cause 07

Ye Qiao stared at his eyes slightly, his fingers clasped to his handsome mandible, and his thumb gently stroked.

Zhou Yan deep breathing deepened, hands clasped behind her waist, separated by a thin layer of clothing, thin waist line, concave waist. At the moment when the elevator door began to close, Ye Qiao slammed into the air. Zhou Weishen set up her two slender legs, and she took her out of the elevator on one side and walked to her porch in three or two steps. Ye Qiao slammed into the European-style door, and was tightly held by Zhou Wei. His lips were kissed and kissed like two entangled vines.

Behind it is a cool lacquered wood, but in front of it is a hot group. Ye Qiao grabbed his neck and kissed him, and they all seemed to be taking the other side into the abdomen.

Zhou Yanshen hugged her with one hand, and opened the cipher box with her fingers. Pressed six digits with a touch.

- Hey.

The wrong password alarm sounded abruptly.

Ye Qiao snorted on his lips and suddenly laughed. Zhou Wei was slightly annoyed: "Are you changing your password?"

"Yes." Ye Qiao pressed his shoulder, "Let me down -"

He smacked a bite on her lips and raged for a moment between her lips and then let her leave the piece of warmth.

Ye Qiaoli landed on the ground, quickly pressed the six digits, the finger was placed on the pound key, and he did not press it. He turned and said: "Is this a wolf?"

"Now regret it, it’s late." Zhou Yanshen personally helped her press the last button and held her into the door at the moment the lock tongue was released.

The door that closed automatically closed slowly, and Ye Qiao suddenly screamed and frowned before his kiss was repeated.

Zhou Weishen paused a few millimeters from her cheek: "What happened?"

Ye Qiao resisted the sudden pain in his leg, and took a half-step forward with his stiff legs. He grabbed his shoulder and put his chest on his chest: "Cramp..."

The highest enthusiasm is not enough to fight twice. Zhou Wei’s scorpion, who was deeply dyed with desire, gradually cooled down and smiled softly: “Where is it hurt?”

"Leg..."

Her ear roots are red because of shame, and there is still an unsatisfactory desire in her eyes. The peach powder color adorns her plain and light face, which is rare and cute.

Zhou Hao deeply hugged her and walked to the living room.

Ye Qiao was pumping because of the sudden movement. He shouted and his nails tightened his shoulders: "What are you doing..."

Zhou Yanshen put her on the sofa, Ye Qiao's calves rested on the soft and flat arm, and the veins were raised.

The thick dark curtains covered the sun, and the unlit room was faint. Zhou Wei was half-squatting on the side of the sofa in the middle of the living room to help her gently press. Ye Qiao did not look up in the face, closed his eyes: "In fact, it is useless, more painful - ah -"

How did she forget that he was as heavy as he was, and even the same thing was done to help her massage her muscles.

Zhou Wei deep grips the slender belly that can be wrapped in one hand, the skin is smooth and tender, and the bones can be touched through the delicate soft meat. There is a shackle in the handcuffs. After the pain in the beginning, the bones will return to the position, and the pain will be relieved. After Ye Qiao robbed, he still gasped for the rest of his life. The calf was still sore. This man was in the hustle and bustle, with just the right gentleness. His strength gradually faded, slowly helping her to press, the palm of the warm body temperature has a lot of irons that can't be said.

He helped her slowly sore and so as to climb up. Ye Qiao was slowly covered by him, and finally his eyes were opposite. He asked her condescendingly: "I still hurt?"

Ye Qiao replied "Okay," and the tail word was still silent. The person on her body had already dropped a kiss. Ye Qiao escaped in disarray: "You are a color `Ghost reincarnation..."

Zhou Yan-shen went up along her spine and slid upwards without any cover: "When I first came, I wanted to ask you here."

Her mind was chaotic, and for a while the painful afterglow was the temperature of the back of the spine. The unfinished enthusiasm ignited, and she leaned her head and wondered when he said "first time." Was it after she was drunk that day?

He didn't say hello and broke into the door. The big lala slept here for a night, but he still had a good intention to tell her all her heart.

Ye Qiao sneered back: "I slept here that night, did you have a spring dream?"

He is very deep: "Yes."

In the confusion, Ye Qiao snorted and asked: "What kind of?"

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The second day was the day when she officially entered the "Watcher" crew.

Since the "Watcher" is parallelized by the perspective of three women, each has its own emphasis. Ye Qiao plays the female No. 3 and Xu Yinxi's play is not much different, but the group time is much later. The people in the group and Xu Yin were beaten together, Ye Qiao just finished the morning show, and Xu Yinxi invited coffee at noon, she actually received a copy.

Shen Ting put her delivery coffee on a cold stool, and said with no sigh of relief: "Xu Yin is a very addicted person, and she has the ability to take the private face and sway through the city..."

Ye Qiao opened the coffee, too latte, and a sweet aroma. She put it back and interrupted Shen Ting: "Let's say a few words."

Shen Ting carefully shifted the topic: "Sister Joe, have you recently lost sleep? You can't cover the dark circles and concealer."

"..." Ye Qiao groaned, and his mouth suddenly raised. "The dream was a bit too much last night."

After a few showers, the city of G gradually entered the autumn.

Ye Qiao looked up and saw a figure coming towards her from the fading autumn leaves, a camel windbreaker, and a clear face.

Gu Jin found a Mazar in front of her and sat down to the door: "Jojo, you are not in a good state in the morning."

Shen Ting looked at Ye Qiao and looked at Gu Jin. As long as the two people face each other, the atmosphere is stiff. She has found an excuse to avoid it.

Gu Jin has always been a public-private person, and she is strict at the shooting scene when she is strict, and will not be deliberately demanding. Ye Qiao beheaded: "The spirit is not very good today, and the role of 'Lu Zhiyao' is difficult to enter."

"Is the script brought?"

"Take it." Ye Qiao took out a copy and handed it to him.

Gu Jin opened it, browsed her notes in the corner, nodded and pointed to the previous scene: "Here, Lu Zhiyao was on the road because of violations and no complaints. The psychological transformation of this paragraph is very Complex, can not be summed up by hate hurting people, there should be more complex emotions inside."

Like the usual director, he carefully helped her to tell the drama. Ye Qiao can't enter the state, and he looks at his eyelashes when he concentrates: "Because what? She hates those who hurt her, so she becomes a trafficker to hurt innocent people. It is still a wicked person."

Gu Jin shook his head: "You can't judge whether she is good or evil. You didn't understand this role. She is only 18 years old and tends to be evil in extreme circumstances. It is not her own subjective choice."

Ye Qiao laughed and said: "So you think that people who have been hurt can have a willingness to hurt if they have this stack of chips?"

"This is not what I think..." Gu Jin reacted, she was not at the scene.

He slowly closed the script and frowned. Ye Qiao snarled in his heart, and it was the appearance of the teacher, but he was still infected by his serious appearance.

There is some disappointment in Gu Jin’s eyes: "I hope that you don't treat the show because it is me." He looked down from her shackles and fell on the neck covered by the collar. There were a few messy things there. Light red hickey, "Don't take your life seriously."

Ye Qiao was speechless.

She really no longer has a desire for him, not even resentment, and no revenge for his thoughts. But the feeling that began when she was young has inevitably changed her. She couldn't take away the traces of his existence from her entire life, and couldn't get along as easily as he did. She was so proud that she released the long-suffering curiosity after the defeat.

He is seven years old, this is the gap in life experience.

This day has been photographed late at night, and everyone else has already finished work, but Ye Qiao repeatedly ng Lu Zhiyao's mother died after a cry. The protagonist trudged alone in the dark and damp night street, experienced an emotional depression, a fierce clash of conflicts, and then she went to the night, and also from a simple and intelligent flower girl to a sinister criminal.

Gu Jin personally took the shot, the brow has not been released. The last time I still didn't get to the emotional point, but already early in the morning, he informed the crew: "Take it again tomorrow."

Ye Qiao was very stubborn, put on the coat handed by the assistant and said to him, "Come again."

"It’s very late Jojo, the people in the whole crew are spending with you."

He called her Jojo's tone the same, like his father's daughter, the voice was gentle but harsh.

Ye Qiao did not compromise as many times as before, shaking his head and said: "The last one, no more work."