Be the Golden Finger for the Actress’ Rival

It was after ten o'clock in the morning when we returned to the foot of Qijue Mountain. Recently, there were tourists driving to travel, and the flow of people on the street increased significantly. Mingxu and his party went straight back to the hotel to rest.

Ye Ziqing stretched her waist and rubbed her left shoulder: "The matter with Leyi can be clarified today. After a hard week, take a good rest for a day."

"Tomorrow Peng Zhou will leave the group, Yuan Ning's role is over, come with me, you will stay in the film crew for four days, and when Peng Zhou comes back, you will continue the road show with the group. There is still one day to go to H The city charity performance, I will send you the detailed itinerary later."

"Go and rest now, you are the most tired of the three of us."

Ming Xu nodded slightly and said, "Sister Ye too, rest well."

"Well, let's go."

Ming Xu took Li Man to the elevator and went back to the sixth floor. Li Man glanced at his artist and smiled, "I wonder if Miss Song went to the studio today."

It means something, it's just a joke.

Ming Xu calmly said: "No."

"Sister Mingxu is so clear?"

The elevator that was constantly rising stood firm after a slight tremor, the door opened, Mingxu took a step, and went in the direction of Song Jianzhi.

Li Man dragged her suitcase and followed behind her, only then did she hear Mingxu answer behind her:

"She said she would wait for me to come back."

Although it was sent by typing after hanging up the phone last night.

Super shy.

Ming Xu put his luggage in front of door 602 and knocked on the door of door 601 opposite.

Li Man didn't even look at him, he decided not to eat dog food and went back to his room.

The corridor is quiet and dark, the carpet is thick and soft, there is no sound when people walk on it, only the narrow windows at both ends let in light.

Mingxu waited patiently for a while before the door opened from the inside, and the soft morning light leaked into the corridor.

Ming Xu raised his head, and before he could see anything clearly, a lot of light and round things floated in front of him, hitting his face.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, from the narrow pupils and narrow vision, Mingxu saw that those transparent objects were bubbles of different sizes, colorful in the light.

Behind these floating and scattered bubbles, there are small things like cartoon cameras, and the bubbles are continuously produced from the round "lens".

Song Jianzhi wore a red and white plaid top and a short skirt, her curly hair was tied into double ponytails, and it fell neatly on her chest.

Her face is hidden from the camera, revealing only a smooth full forehead and a small chin, with a little bit of lips visible as she speaks.

The cat hid behind the cartoon toy and smiled: "Welcome back."

Her fingers were placed on a round button, and she never let go, and after a while, these naughty bubbles filled the space around them.

Pop.

.

Remove the toy to expose Song Jianzhi's slapped face.

Song Jianzhi handed it to her obediently, and kept showing off, "There are a lot of tourists outside, and there are a lot of small toy sellers, isn't this bubble machine cute? so cute…"

Bubble came and went quickly, Mingxu looked at the smiling face in front of him without hindrance, and couldn't help but curl his lips and said, "Well, it's cute."

Song Jianzhi scratched his face and said, "That's great, this is a gift for you."

Ming Xu raised his eyebrows and shook the bubble machine in his hand, "This? Gift?"

Song Jianzhi nodded with a smile, and said with her hands behind her back, "My return gift to you."

Song Jianzhi was thinking loudly, she really wanted to see Sister Mingxu play with toys.

She is clearly a woman with a beautiful face, even a cold woman, holding a cute blue-orange bubble machine to blow bubbles.

It's best to let sister Mingxu put on cooler clothes, such as the black shirt she wore before, the contrast is absolutely perfect.

She was thinking about this, and almost laughed, when she heard Mingxu say: "Okay, my gift is Song Xiaozhi playing with a bubble machine."

"I'm very satisfied." Mingxu leaned slightly, his eyes fixed on Song Jianzhi, and the clear lake water swayed slightly.

"Huh?"

There seems to be something wrong.

Song Jianzhi had not regained her senses when her wrist was pulled by Mingxu, she gently pulled Song Jianzhi over.

When Song Jianzhi thought she was going to be hugged, she found herself placed on a high suitcase.

Ming Xu took two steps forward, walked into 601 very considerately, brought Song Jianzhi's room card, and closed Song Jianzhi's room.

"What's this for?" Song Jianzhi was about to get up when Mingxu, who had returned, pressed her shoulders and put it back on the suitcase.

"Take my present." Mingxu looked down at her, "Don't you want to play with the bubble machine and show me."

Song Jianzhi: "Don't you have hands!"

Ming Xu blinked his eyes, his curled eyelashes tickled, and asked, "Is my hand used to play with the bubble machine?"

Song Jianzhi:…

She shrank her neck, sensible not to ask questions, and chose to end the topic peacefully.

It's too dangerous to chat with this woman!

Mingxu put the bubble machine into Song Jianzhi's arms, seeing Song Jianzhi holding the bubble machine, the girl with two ponytails was so obedient, Mingxu gently patted her Hair top.

She pushed her luggage very freely, and entered the room with her girl sitting on the suitcase.

The air conditioner was automatically turned on, Mingxu went to open the window to ventilate the air, and only drew a layer of white gauze curtains, the warm sunlight poured into the room, the breeze blew, and the bubbles flew even more Happy.

She went to wash her hands and was wiping with a towel.

Song Jianzhi was determined, sitting on the suitcase, shaking his legs, and starting the bubble machine as soon as he entered the room, a steady stream of bubbles filled the room.

Song Jianzhi glanced at Mingxu with the corners of her eyes slightly raised, her chin raised, and her small appearance was a little provocative.

It's like saying, I'm playing, but watch it.

See what flowers you can see.

Mingxu put the towel on the table, walked over, looked down at her, and said with admiration: "Today's lip glaze is very beautiful, it suits you very well."

Which girl doesn't like being praised, let alone being praised by another beauty, this beauty is still someone she likes.

Song Jianzhi is just an ordinary girl, she can't stand this kind of flattery at all, she is a little shy, but still happily said: "It looks good, the color is—"

"Hmm, nice."

Mingxu, who didn't care about the color, bent down slightly, held Song Jianzhi's profile in his hand, and slid his fingertips under her lower lip, with a little force, slowly and firmly.

"I don't want to spoil it."

After Mingxu finished speaking, she put her fingers on the corners of her lips and pressed the pulp against her skin.

Song Jianzhi's lips were slightly open, the surroundings were quiet, only the breath she exhaled brushed on Mingxu's fingers.

"But I really want to kiss you."

Mingxu exerted a little force, and his fingertips pressed in like a soft place.

Human lips are just the opposite of mussels. The shells of mussels are unbelievably hard, and the mussels inside are moist and soft.

The lips are, on the outside, soft lips wrapped in peach gold glitter, with sharp, hard teeth inside.

The tip of Mingxu's thumb met the hard, like a dedicated soldier, holding a long gun and guarding the hot and humid and delicate mouth.

The terminal nerves faithfully convey the moist touch to Mingxu's brain.

Song Jianzhi's eyes widened. For a moment, she didn't know whether to look up at Mingxu, or down to look at the messing hand.

She suddenly understood why Mingxu washed his hands as soon as he returned to the room.

This is too…

Ming Xu waited for Song Jianzhi's reaction.

The bubbles just blown out seemed to have shrunk as much as they could, and penetrated into Song Jianzhi's eyes.

Her eyes were watery again, revealing broken light.

"Take your hand away..."

In a short sentence, the lips opened and closed, as if actively sucking foreign objects between the lips and teeth, and like the softest mussels welcoming the guests to pick their precious treasures.

The strange, abrupt, and rapidly warming feeling of the air made Song Jianzhi feel palpitations and eased his movements.

The last words came from the throat, vague, low and hoarse.

In the end, she looked up at Ming Xu at a loss.

Song Jianzhi was born with rich facial features, a charming face, a charming and pure dress, innocent eyes, and the most seductive style of a woman between her lips and teeth.

It all came together to make her.

Let Mingxu be moved, greedy, and unable to stop.

After the call last night, Mingxu wanted to hug her.

If it weren't for the two other people in the company, she would have come back overnight yesterday, non-stop.

Want to see her, want to hug her, want to feel her body temperature, it must be very reassuring.

The moment she saw Song Jianzhi, Ming Xu realized that what she wanted was a simple hug.

The distance has suddenly shortened from a few hundred kilometers to less than half a meter. Long-distance fashion can be safe, but now, people's desires will not be satisfied.

Want to possess her, invade her.

Make her eyes red, make her voice hoarse, make her legs tremble, make her toes straight.

Ming Xu kept silent, but his eyes were scary.

Song Jianzhi was stared at by her, and her waist was weak.

No more.

Seeing that Mingxu did not move, Song Jianzhi quietly ducked back, trying to spit out the pulp of her finger from her lips.

Ming Xu did not retreat at all, and even handed him forward, relying on the owner of the mussel not willing to hurt himself, he used his fingertips to pry open the upper and lower teeth, and drove straight in.

The owner of the mussel suddenly panicked, sticking out her tongue to push her out.

Mingxu was very satisfied with this response, which could be called a hug. wet.

"Very tender."

Ming Xu praised her in a low voice.