Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

After the premiere, the Gongxin crew had a banquet with investors. This time, without Xie Yuting to hold her back, Wang Lingling was not qualified to attend, even though she was Song Qiao's manager. Lu Jin couldn't protect herself. Faced with several familiar bosses, she had to drink a few drinks with them.

Song Qiao's own drinking capacity is naturally very good, but the body of the original owner Luo Yiyi cannot, so she usually only tastes it lightly. Director Chen is talented in filming, but he is not as tough as Xin Kai. He is more tactful. If Xin Kai were here, he would definitely not allow these people to drink alcohol to the artists they are optimistic about.

Facing the entanglement of the investor's son, Song Qiao was a little impatient and was about to leave immediately when the system prompts suddenly came.

[It has been detected that your wife is arriving soon. 】

Song Qiao immediately changed his mind.

Her expression, which had been frosty just now, immediately softened, she frowned slightly, and with a hint of forbearance and grievance, she said to the rich second generation in a calm tone: "Mr. Liu, I really can't drink anymore."

Mr. Liu was so fascinated that he wanted to immediately go upstairs with his arms around the beauty in front of him, "Where are we now? Have another drink. Don't worry, I will definitely let you win the Best Actress in this Golden Flower Award." !”

As he spoke, he reached out to hug Song Qiao.

Lu Jin caught a glimpse of that scene in the distance and felt anxious, so he immediately went over to rescue the siege.

But he saw someone walking over faster, hugging Song Qiao and protecting him in his arms. "Don't you understand what she said? She can't drink!" A cold voice sounded, and everyone who was drinking wine immediately looked around.

I only saw Luo Shen being held in the arms of a person wearing a black lady's suit. The person's curly hair was scattered on his shoulders. He was very beautiful, but his eyebrows were sharp, with a hint of evil aura, and he looked very difficult to mess with.

Mr. Liu was stunned for a moment and was about to get angry immediately, "Who the hell are you!"

"Your dad knows who I am, go home and feed yourself, you idiot!" Gu Mingjun cursed, looked around coldly, hugged Song Qiao and turned to leave after Mr. Liu's father walked over quickly.

Mr. Liu wanted to say something more, but his father slapped him in the face and said, "Shut up!"

"Miss Gu...Miss Gu..." Boss Liu chased him out, but was stopped by the bodyguard at the door.

As soon as she went out, Song Qiao struggled to leave Gu Mingjun's arms, "I'm not drunk, I don't need help." Her tone was cold.

There was no one in the corridor. Gu Mingjun felt the loss of the sudden emptiness, and his eyes fell on the face that was thinking about everything. She thought she could stay calm, but she overestimated her own calmness.

"You're drunk." Gu Mingjun said coldly, stepped forward and grabbed Song Qiao's wrist and left.

Song Qiao struggled twice but couldn't break free, so he followed her.

Get in the car, close the door, and lower the fender, all in one go.

In the private back row, Song Qiao leaned on the back of his chair and looked out the window sideways, not looking at Gu Mingjun who was standing aside.

"One year, six months and eight days, Luo Yiyi, you are so cruel." Gu Mingjun approached, his voice hoarse.

Song Qiao was silent and did not speak. Her silence stung Gu Mingjun, who pinched his chin and turned his face, "What did I do wrong?" Gu Mingjun asked, his eyes sparkling.

"You're right." Song Qiao finally spoke, her voice was low. She seemed tired and closed her eyes, as if she didn't care what you did.

Gu Mingjun let go of his hand but did not leave. He sat close to Song Qiao and held her hand.

All the way to Song Qiao's residence, Song Qiao didn't ask her how she knew, and went upstairs in silence. She didn't turn on the headlights, but only turned on the floor lamp next to the sofa. Song Qiao was lying on the sofa, her skirt slid up a little, exposing her calves, and her high heels were still on her feet. She was lazy and charming at the moment.

Gu Mingjun's throat twitched slightly, and his gaze went from top to bottom, then back to Song Qiao's face.

Under the warm light, Song Qiao's eyes were blurry, "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Come back to you."

"Ha." Song Qiao chuckled disdainfully.

Gu Mingjun couldn't help it anymore and took a step forward, "You lied to me, why did you lie to me and avoid me? If I was forced to go abroad and hurt you at the beginning, but what you did, Luo Yiyi...you are not wrong at all?"

Song Qiao raised her eyes and looked at Gu Mingjun, who was half an arm's length away from her, and suddenly laughed, stretched out her hand, and touched Gu Mingjun's abdomen with her fingertips through a thin layer of fabric, "It's my fault, you What can I do?" Her voice rose, her fingertips slid and landed on Gu Mingjun's waist, "Do you want to punish me?"

crazy.

Gu Mingjun leaned down, started over from the beginning, and reconciled slowly. She was afraid that before that day came, she would be so angry with the woman in front of her that she would have a cerebral hemorrhage.

The kiss, which had been separated for a year and a half, had been intense from the beginning. There was no tenderness or gradual progress. It's rough, deep, and possessive.

The clothes rustled to the ground. Gu Mingjun was addicted to the touch of skin. Her body was turned over and she was lying on the sofa. Before she could react, her wrists were tied by the shirt she had taken off.

"Luo..." Before she could finish her words, Song Qiao pressed a finger on her lips. Song Qiao sat on her waist and looked down at her, like a superior elf queen. Under the warm yellow light of the floor lamp, Her long and curled eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, hiding the emotions in her eyes. The removed dress exposed her body to Gu Mingjun's sight. Her index finger rubbed Gu Mingjun's lips and then inserted it into her mouth.

When Gu Mingjun couldn't help but bite her gently, she leaned down and said, "Let me punish you."

The night was very long, and Gu Mingjun counterattacked. He thought that his sensitive physique would be improved after exercise, but the result was that he was still as good as before. She lay on the bed, her beautiful lines vaguely reflected in the light, and all sounds muffled by the pillow. On the back covered with a layer of sweat, a hand brushed over and landed on the waist, pressing it gently.

After a chaotic night, Gu Mingjun didn't know when he fell asleep. He slept until daylight and the sun was three high. She opened her eyes drowsily and subconsciously reached out to touch, only to touch the other half of the bed which was empty.

Gu Mingjun immediately opened her eyes and sat up. The quilt slipped off and she was already wearing brand new pajamas. Gu Mingjun hurriedly got out of bed and searched around but couldn't find anyone.

She held onto the sofa, and then she realized that her waist was sore, and she gasped in anger, her eyes flashing with gold.

How could there be such a bad, cold-blooded woman in this world!

what is this? One night stand? You don’t recognize people when you put on clothes? Run faster than a rabbit! Are you afraid that you will blackmail her? ! !

It took Gu Mingjun a while to calm down. She slowly walked back to the bedroom, took out her mobile phone, and sent a message.

Then he sneered: "Run? You can't run anywhere."

When Wang Lingling woke up, she saw her boss sitting in the tea bar on the first floor, drinking a cup of tea. On the one hand, she was surprised that she came so early, and on the other hand, she was surprised as to why she came.

This boss has always been a hands-off shopkeeper. It would be nice to come to the studio once a month. The sun is out in the west today?

When she got closer, Wang Lingling looked strange. What did she see?

The boss is wearing off-white wide-leg trousers and a white low-neck sweater that clings softly to her body. The room is well heated and she has a pair of exclusive home cotton slippers on her feet, which makes her look lazy and leisurely. If you can ignore the ambiguous marks covering your neck and body.

Wang Lingling really found it difficult to connect the elegant boss in front of her with the traces of her unsteady appearance. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, even if the paparazzi had taken the photo, she would have questioned whether it was a pornographic picture.

It’s such an exaggeration!

boss! What did you do last night? ! !