Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

The luxurious living room is magnificent, with swaying crystal lamps and gorgeous potted plants. The TV was turned on and placed in the center, broadcasting CCTV news, the reporter inside held a microphone:

[Discovered by nearby residents, a female body was found in a river on the outskirts of the city, suspected to have fallen into the water, and the identity of the deceased is now being determined.]

Jiao Yang was lying on the sofa in only a white pajamas, her jet-black hair falling down. She squinted her eyes half-closed, watching the news boredly.

The body of the deceased was covered with a thick layer of mosaic, but she noticed with sharp eyes that there seemed to be many injuries on the body of the deceased. Could it be that the deceased had to mutilate himself before falling into the water?

Jiao Yang clicked his tongue and turned off the TV with the remote control. She tilted her head, her hair cascading like thick seaweed. She stroked her long hair, letting it hang down behind her. Then stood up and walked to the room on the second floor.

Lu Tingwan was still asleep, holding the phone in his hand. He looked like he was asleep, his brows were slightly furrowed impatiently, and his eyelashes were long and curly. The surroundings of the room were in a mess, he was only covered with a quilt, and his bare shoulders and collarbone were extremely sexy and provocative.

Jiao Yang blinked, she walked over and lifted the quilt from the man and lay down on his chest. While dawdling, her small hands wantonly fanned the flames on his body, and leaned over to kiss his bright red lips proactively.

The man slept very restlessly. First, he was bombarded with a dozen phone calls from an unknown person, and then he felt like something soft was lying on his body, which made him very uncomfortable now.

He slightly raised his eyelids, and saw a pair of familiar misty eyes. Lu Ting smiled with the corners of his mouth raised, stretched out his hand, and without thinking, tore off the pajamas hanging on Jiaoyang's body, and pressed her under his body.

He kept kissing her back.

After some cloud and rain, Jiao Yang leaned against his chest with her long hair loose, her head resting on his arm. And Lu Tingwan hugged her like the most solid support to protect the little woman under his wings.

The atmosphere was just right, and both of them were in a good mood. Jiao Yang played with her hair, twirling her fingers round and round: Now the topic is hot, and the reviews have improved. You can control the resources. , I believe in your vision. The most important thing now is to give me an award so that I can gain a firm foothold in the circle?

Jiao Yang blinked her eyes. After all, anyone can have popularity. If you have popularity, you can receive resources. After all, capitalists are also businessmen after all. They are not fools who care about your reputation and acting skills. But to compare coffee positions, isn't it just to compare the nominations and awards that Xiaohua has won in all aspects of the showbiz?

Thinking of this, Jiao Yang blinked, then pushed his arm coquettishly, whispering coquettishly: The awards for this year should have been pre-determined, right? See if you can replace whose name, and then Change my name?

After all, even half of these awards are funded by the Lu family. Whoever wants to win the award is a matter of one sentence. Who doesn't rely on unspoken rules to get to the top, the key depends on who the benefactor is, or whether he is willing to stand up for you.

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Lu Tingwan responded, yawned, and looked lazily about to fall asleep.

He half-closed his eyes, hugged Jiao Yang a little closer, and leaned over to take a sip of the soft creamy smell on her body. Then he closed his eyes, pretending to be dead.