Electro-optical Phantom [Entertainment]

In the middle of the night, Wei Zhuang was wearing silk pajamas and was wiping hand cream.

In the mirror.

Her eyes drooped slightly and her eyes fell on a lipstick.

Lancome M804.

It is a retro velvet-like rose red, with a warmer tone, and there will be a low-key high-level flash in the sun.

In addition to the advertisement on the seaside, there is also a close-up advertisement.

Xiaoyuan's makeup is very light, and her facial features are close-ups. She takes the M804 pair of mirrors and puts on lipstick, applying it little by little. Then came a close-up of her lips.

The plump, sex-sense slightly opened lips reveal a little bit of the shadow of the teeth, the texture is soft as petals, and the glitter of the lipstick makes her lips seem to be covered with dew.

Her lips are small and plump, which is very suitable for lipstick ads. There is no BGM in the lens, and the close-up of the lips one by one at a quiet distance is the suffocating hotness of hypoxia.

In the end, the tube of lipstick stood between Xiaoyuan's full lips, as if she made a "hush" action, which was extremely charming.

It took a long time for the picture to freeze before Wei Zhuang returned his gaze.

This color is very suitable for small gardens, but in fact it is not very suitable for you.

When her stylist bought her makeup products a month ago, she also included this new series. It was not yet on the market, but she left this color number because she already knew who the spokesperson was.

Wei Zhuang sat quietly for a while and rubbed his forehead again.

She doesn't know what's wrong with herself?

It was supposed to be over, and I was waiting for time to get her used to it, but when she went to pick jewels at the beginning of the year, she almost picked the emerald without hesitation.

At that time, Xiaoyuan’s mother had just passed away, and she had to take care of her sick brother. Her childhood was exposed on the Internet. What she wanted to do to make her happy.

This was the first time that she prepared a gift so carefully, but when she received it, she rarely procrastinated, using a business trip as an excuse to fail to send it out in time.

Wei Zhuang didn't want to redeem or express something with this gift, but simply wanted her to be happy, would she like it?

Will she be happy in that director's crew? Have you adapted to the new script?

The assistants around them all said that the director was molesting her and was interesting to her. Wei Zhuang thought he didn't care, but she asked Alex to send a gift the next day...

The result was much worse than she expected.

Wei Zhuang's chest line undulates slightly, and he takes his gaze back from the lipstick. The small garden now makes her feel too strange.

Wei Zhuang's pensive face was reflected in the mirror.

Wei Zhuang feels that work can bring her all the sense of accomplishment she needs, and satisfy most of her needs. As for the so-called physical needs, she has always been very demanding, but Xiaoyuan gives her a very special feeling. Very novel.

She appreciates Xiaoyuan's enthusiasm and ambition for her career, her diligence and perseverance. Deep down, she even admires her talent in acting.

In addition, she is also attracted by her appearance.

It is strange that Wei Zhuang felt the first time he saw Xiaoyuan, and her life with little desire made her feel very keen on herself.

At first, she thought it was "the love of beauty, everyone has it." Later, with each encounter, she felt more and more intense, which was not felt by other people of the opposite **** or the same sex.

That's why she signed with her.

Before meeting Xiaoyuan, she felt that **** was just like that, lacklustre.

Until I met her, it turned out to be a natural thing to be intimacy with others, and every time I was very happy, it gradually fermented into the existence of "If you don't have it, you will miss it".

The small garden is like a stream of pure and clear water, like a cloud after the sun has passed, and also like a psychedelic dreamland. When it approaches, smooth water drops fill her fingertips, warm and fragrant. Her breath, and she wants to explore, immerse, and can't stop again and again.

There was throbbing, turbulent, and inseparable exploration between them. She did not expect that she would not feel bored, crooked and bored, and gradually dropped her guard and recognized each other with her.

No one in Wei Zhuang’s personal daily life has been so close to her life, making phone calls, videos, eating with her, hugging her, tenderly sleeping with her, and sleeping with her.

She set aside a large area in her own living space to accommodate another person. She was instinctively repelled from the initial discomfort, and she quickly got used to it.

It is a wonderful thing to get along with Xiaoyuan. She has never established such a close relationship with others. In front of herself, she is mostly childish and coquettish, staring at herself with shining eyes, and she also has Mature and considerate side.

Wei Zhuang believes that she is special and unforgettable in her heart, and she also likes her in her own life. It is a very comfortable and warm feeling to be able to see her smiling face and sleeping face when she comes home from work or when she is tired.

This cognition was already enough, maybe she could spend more time together, maybe she could ignore her inner resistance to her actor status.

It would be good if she didn't know her purpose, she was just a tool for her experiment.

It turned out that she also had a balance in her heart. She felt unbalanced and felt immensely angry. She became sober in an instant. She decided to stop letting this person affect her emotions and end it decisively.

After a while, Wei Zhuang's heart was full of resentment, and she was even more resentful because of her own resentment, so she avoided Xiaoyuan, but she couldn't keep her hand out when Xiaoyuan was in trouble. Help her, can't do not feel sorry for her, but she is very upset that Xiaoyuan is estranged from her, and her heart can't be calm for a long time.

This unbelievable strangeness made her unbelievable and made her panic. Although others could not see it, although she would not let others see through, she knew that these emotions were dormant in her heart.

She can ignore it in the past, and until tonight, she wants to face them face to face, analyze them, and not let them damage and compare herself.

How about we stop here?

In the dead of night, Wei Zhuang lay on his side on the bed. Darkness spread like a tide, and everything unknown in his heart turned into a real thing stinging on the bedside. It was shocking and could not be avoided.

When she woke up in the business field, she was a decisive and decisive person. She had already invested a lot of time and energy on Xiang Xiaoyuan, and she had done everything she could, so it should be over.

This should be what Xiaoyuan wants, right?

She has not returned her own messages, no gifts of her own, and no longer pays attention to her, presumably she has already regarded herself as the past tense.

So be it? Stop here.

In the future, she will continue to keep Feiyi in good operation and let Xiaoyuan have a relaxed and free environment to grow up. This is what she thinks she should do, and she will only do this. Will take care of it again.

Wei Zhuang closed her eyes. At this moment, it seemed that something heavy hit her heart, and the hole was smashed out of the hole. The cold wind from an unknown place pierced in, and she was dragged by a huge force. Pull down and twist it hard.

She couldn't bear it, and she sat up directly, the lights lit up with her movements, and the woman's face had a straightforward fragility that was visible at a glance. This fragility was not seen by others, it was vague and lonely.

She just got up, changed her clothes, found the car key, and went out.

She found her glasses from the car and drove all the way to Junyue Garden. Ye Hong's light and shadow bleakly reflected her silent expression.

She pressed the elevator on the 34th floor, decoded and entered the door.

The lights came on with emptiness.

She stood blankly for a while, the dimension of time stretched extremely long at this moment, and the old night and the new day came to the junction.

She walked slowly in.

She avoided this place for more than half a year, and when she walked in at this time, she felt a trance.

Living room, kitchen, dining room, her bedroom.

There was a familiar faint lavender scent in the room, and the mattress was clean and tidy. She sat on the side of the bed, gently brushing her palms across the sheets inch by inch, closing her eyes, and releasing a bit of weak fatigue.

There is nothing that cannot be faced.

She sat quietly for a while, allowing her memory to wash, trim, and return to her heart.

After that she got up and opened the bedside table.

No.

She just remembered that in the past few years when Xiaoyuan was by her side, she hadn't put sleeping pills on the bedside table anymore.

She thought for a while, got up and went to the bathroom, opened the mirror cabinet, took the spare sleeping pills, returned to the bed with the water cup, swallowed the medicine, lay down, and the darkness soon caged her again.

Even after taking the medicine, she still couldn't sleep well, and all the timelines in her dreams were disordered.

She seemed to be in her early twenties. She was studying abroad and had a boring and fulfilling life. She raised her eyes to look at the classmates outside the window. They were in groups of three or five, like colorful crowded fish in an aquarium.

As if separated from her by a layer of glass, she was watching coldly here, and they were laughing and laughing lively over there.

She seemed to be twelve years old. She ran to her mother's house, knocked **** the door and shouted, why did you do this to me, why, what did I do wrong?

No, it didn't happen, she didn't go to her.

still have?

It seemed to be thirty years old. On a social occasion, the men surrounded her and held her field, and those half-pussy, half-scornful and colored eyes were looking at her.

Behind them they said:

"What can a woman do? How does she get to the top?"

"If you don't marry her, you can get half of Luanhua's shares if you leave. She is still very capitalized, looks good, and has good abilities."

"Tsk, I don't know how many little white faces I have to raise to satisfy her."

Those faces are blank, but their malice is hideous, with teeth and claws.

Wei Zhuang only felt that she was in the water, and the water was swaying on the shore. She couldn't reach it, couldn't touch it, and her chest gradually began to sag.

"Frances..."

Suddenly, someone on the shore called her, a familiar voice, someone jumped into the water and swam towards her.

Wei Zhuang saw his hand stretched out and was held by another bright white hand.

Then, the other's red lips leaned in, kissed her, and came over, and she was finally able to breathe.

The next second, the world revolved around, and they stuck together.

The scent of lavender puffed their noses, and they fell heavily between the familiar mattresses.

"Frances..." Xiao Yuan clung to her, her long legs hooked her waist, her own hair caught in her collarbone, they were tangled and sticky together, Xiao Yuan's gasping was wet. Yes, red lips biting, humming, and sobbing, "Well, here..."

"Zhuangzhuang, you are so amazing..."

Wei Zhuang couldn't help sliding down to kiss her, shaking and whispering more shy and flustered astonished her...

The next moment, she stood by the bed and looked at the bed in amazement and disbelief, not with herself, Xiaoyuan, she was being pressed by others...

Wei Zhuang sat up in shock, her chest was about to burn, her back was soaked, her whole body trembled as if she had survived drowning, her palms were also trembling, her eyes gushing out, she grabbed the bedside table The water glass was thrown fiercely as if to break some picture...

The glass cup made a heavy muffled noise on the carpet, reluctantly.

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