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Qiao Qiao hasn't been drunk for a long time.

Being drunk means that the body is not under one's control, and the alcohol rushes into the head, who knows how this thing will toss people.

But at this moment, he was so drunk that his body seemed to be floating on the clouds. He was swaying on the stage, and the people in the audience gathered together, screaming and shouting, and the music was deafening.

Qiao Qiao shook his head and twisted his body. The long-lost nightlife made him let out a happy cry.

At this moment, the lights suddenly dimmed, and the music stopped instantly. Qiao Qiao opened his eyes wide and looked at the suddenly darkened surroundings in a daze. He hugged the steel pipe and lay down on it.

The next moment, a pair of hands wrapped around his shoulders, and Qiao Qiao's body fell backwards, falling into an embrace.

Xingxin held him in his arms, supported his knees with both hands, and with a little force, he hugged him horizontally, Qiao Qiao exclaimed.

After being drunk, his thoughts were scattered. He curled up in Xingxin's arms, and he couldn't tell where he was at the moment. Xingxin led him off the stage. The surrounding was dark and the crowd was in a commotion, but Xingxin was calm and calm, and took him away .

On the other side, Gao Qian hid in the darkness, always on guard, for fear that someone would rush out and suddenly beat him up.

Qiao Qiao was a little dizzy from drinking, Xing Xin hugged him, the driver parked the car outside, he put the man in the car, and then sat in himself, Qiao Qiao grabbed his hand and kept pushing his head towards him Drilling in his arms.

Xingxin touched his face, it was a little hot, he waved his hand to let the driver drive first, then lowered his head, leaned into Qiao Qiao's ear, and lowered his voice, "Qiao Qiao, what's wrong?"

Qiao Qiao hummed in a low voice, he turned his body sideways, his legs were bent, and his whole body was curled up. He held Xingxin's hand, and his tone was a little unhappy. He said, "I'll call you Can't get through."

"I'm in a meeting, so I probably didn't hear it." Xing Xin rubbed his earlobe and explained in a low voice.

Qiao Qiao was still unhappy when he heard this, and said while drinking, "Why have you been in meetings recently, are you so busy with work?"

There was coquettish and complaining in his tone, which was never revealed on weekdays. Xingxin listened, paused for a moment, then picked up Qiao Qiao, gently rubbed the tip of his nose against Qiao Qiao's cheek, and said, "I was wrong. Don't work overtime, go home with you."

Qiao Qiao looked away, still pretending to be unhappy, Xing Xin pursed his lips, looked at the driver who was driving intently in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "Qiao Qiao, don't be angry."

He coaxed and petted, which was very useful for Qiao Qiao. Qiao Qiao was so happy, he opened his arms and put his arms around Xing Xin's neck.

He slowly got up and sat directly on Xingxin's lap. Qiao Qiao lowered his head, and his head was only a few centimeters away from the roof of the car. Xingxin leaned down and put his arms around Qiao Qiao's neck. Let him down some more.

Qiao Qiao lowered his head, leaving a tooth mark on Xingxin's chin.

The car stopped at the door of the house. Qiao Qiao hung on Xingxin's shoulders and stumbled into the house. The driver was still standing outside the door. Xingxin asked him to park the car in the garage so that he could go back.

When he got inside, Qiao Qiao felt hot at first and wanted to take off his clothes. Unfortunately, he was wearing a tight-fitting black dress with an open back. He couldn’t find the zipper and couldn’t take it off at all. His hair was messed up by him, and the lipstick on his lips was almost gone. It's gone, just a little red mark left at the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head, the corners of his eyes were still red, surrounded by pink circles, with an awkward and aggrieved face, he pulled the zipper behind him, and said to Xingxin, "What is this, you can't even take it off."

Xing Xin's eyes fell on Qiao Qiao's face, his Adam's apple moved, he took a step forward, stretched out his hand, grabbed Qiao Qiao's arm, and pulled him over.

Qiao Qiao groaned, and fell on top of him. Xingxin looked down at him, his eyes were burning. He rarely showed such naked eyes. The corners of his eyes were full of eagerness, as if he was about to Qiao Qiao seemed to be rubbed into his body.

Qiao Qiao shrunk his neck and subconsciously stepped back, but there was a white wall behind him, and he leaned against the wall. Fortunately, he raised his chin, imitating what Qiao Qiao did just now, leaving a mark on the small and delicate chin. A shallow mark was left.

He said, "You look good in a skirt."

Mosaic

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He said, "Help me take off my skirt, it makes me uncomfortable."

Xingxin lowered his head and reached out to touch the back of his clothes, "Where is the zipper?"

"It's right behind, look, it's that one."

Qiao Qiao said, turning around, leaning his face against the wall, Xing Xin touched his head.

Qiao Qiao waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for him to unzip his zipper. He frowned, and just about to turn his head away, his body shook. He cried out, and Xing Xin laughed.

Qiao Qiao leaned against the wall, listening to the rustling sound behind him, and not long after, Xing Xin came back again.

Holding two things in his hand, Qiao Qiao listened to the sound of the package being torn open, put his hand over his mouth, and rubbed his teeth against the back of his hand lightly.

"Don't bite your own hand."

Xingxin pulled his hand away, fingers interlaced and clenched tightly.

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After tossing all night, the skirt was finally scrapped, Qiao Qiao curled up on the sofa, Xing Xin scratched his face, Qiao Qiao opened his eyes, "I'm so tired."

Xingxin picked him up and said, "Go take a bath."

"I don't want to go, I'm so tired, I can't wash anymore."

Qiao Qiao's voice was sticky and coquettish wantonly.

Xing Xin didn't know what to say, so he stopped talking, anyway, he must take a bath.

While taking a bath, Qiao Qiao hung on Xingxin's body like this, with his arms around his neck, the bones on his back seemed to be pulled away, and his body seemed to be about to collapse.

Xing Xin helped him take a bath, and was carried out again comfortably. Qiao Qiao lay on the bed with a lazy expression.

Xingxin was blowing his hair on the side, Qiaoqiao looked at him, listened to the sound of the hair dryer, and was in a daze for a while, and after a while, he said, "I seem to have forgotten about Gao Qian."

Xingxin turned off the hair dryer, he turned to look at Xingxin, and said, "It's okay to forget."

Qiao Qiao said "ah", Xing Xin walked over, grabbed Qiao Qiao's hand, and kissed the back of his hand, "I'm at home, don't go out to eat with him in the future."

And that friend who was still waiting in the bar sneezed out of nowhere.

Gao Qian looked at the re-lit dance floor, but couldn't see Qiao Qiao on the stage, feeling anxious.

Lost someone, what should he do?

When he thought of Xingxin's face, his back felt chills.

I called Qiao Qiao several times, but this person didn't answer. After about half an hour, Gao Qian went outside, and called Qiao Qiao for the last time, and finally answered this time.

"Qiao Qiao, where are you? I'm looking for you in the bar."

"Qiao Qiao is asleep." Xing Xin's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Is there anything else?"

"No...no..." Gao Qian hung up the phone immediately, and looked at the call interface with lingering fear, as if the Great Demon King would jump out of it in the next second.

terrible!

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Soliciting votes for "The Abandoned Cat Effect" again

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