The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Floating Joy (10)

It is rainy in Beijing this season, and there are often showers, which come and go.

Because Shang Jue was waiting in front, Shu Le didn't go to the underground garage to pick up the car.

However, just halfway through the building of Fengjue Media, crackling raindrops fell from the hazy sky.

Shu Le: "..."

While speeding up his pace, Shu Le took out his phone and glanced at today's almanac.

Great, nothing is wrong.

When they reached the appointed crossroads, through the heavy fog, Shu Le saw Shang Jue's car.

Shu Le silently glanced at his clothes that could drip water when he pinched them, and without hesitation opened the door on the co-pilot's side and sat in.

Immediately, the passenger seat of Shang Jue's high-end car was soaked, and he might not be able to sit in it in a short time.

Shang Jue turned on the hot air of the air conditioner in the car, found a new towel from nowhere, took the package from the towel, and leaned over to help Shu Le wipe the water off her body.

The towel was obviously new, and Shu Le was so happy that Shang Jue waited on him, so he sneezed on the co-pilot.

Shang Jue frowned, and wiped Shu Le's hair with a towel very diligently, the movements were gentle and skillful, obviously it was not the first time he did it.

The interior of the car gradually became hot due to the air conditioner.

Shu Le sniffed, looked around inside the car, and his pale complexion, which had just been exposed to the cold outside, also slightly improved.

Shang Jue breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to unbutton Shu Le's coat, took off the coat that was almost soaked on his body, and said with a bit of reproach: "Why don't you go back and get an umbrella?"

Shu Le stretched out his arms and hands in cooperation, and said with a smile, "I'm being lazy."

Shang Jue was speechless.

He touched the seat cushion of the co-pilot where Shule was sitting, and the top layer was completely soaked.

Shang Jue had no choice but to flatten the seat, and patted Shu Le's butt: "It's so wet, go sit in the back seat. There is still a small blanket you prepared earlier in the trunk, go and cover it."

Shu Le didn't refuse either, but just raised his eyelids to look at Shang Jue, then turned over and climbed from the front passenger seat to the back row.

The season has not turned cold.

Shu Le came out today wearing only a pair of low-waisted jeans, and a white shirt with a half-high collar on his upper body to cover up many ambiguous marks.

Now he was sitting backward along the co-pilot, and because of the forward posture, the low-waisted jeans were pulled down, revealing a large piece of smooth skin.

Shu Le was already white, but just a little trace would be very obvious.

When Shang Jue turned his head to look at him, he saw some faint blue fingerprints on both sides of Shu Le's waist.

That was left when he sprinted hard on Shu Le last night.

After being together for so long, Shang Jue loves this pose the most.

Shu Le's slender and white legs rested weakly on his shoulders, and his toes were straight because of happiness.

And he held Shu Le's waist from below, condescending, and could see all the expressions on Shu Le's face.

Cry for him, tremble for him.

Trembling for him.

Shang Jue couldn't help reaching out his hand and rubbing the bruise on Shu Le's waist.

Shu Le's body has been pampered as a girl since she was a child, and she has been developed in Shang Jue's hands for many years. In addition, there were several youthful incidents last night, and now she is so sensitive that she can groan when she touches it.

The hand that caressed the skin had a faint callus.

Shu Le froze, turned her head to look at Shang Jue, and asked vigilantly, "What's wrong?"

When he turned his head, he tugged at the white shirt on his body, and two fingerprints appeared on the blue mark on his waist.

Shang Jue's gaze deepened immediately, and his Adam's apple rolled, pressing Shu Le on the wet co-pilot.

Shule:? ? ?

Damn, the seat is full of water and the ass is so cold.

Shang Jue's hand wrapped around Shu Le's waist from below, rubbed it lightly for a while, then lowered his head, kissed Shu Le's mouth, and said affectionately: "I just did it last night, why is my waist so green? .”

Shu Le: "..."

That's probably because I only did it with you once.

Shu Le was a little worried because he was afraid that Shang Jue would take off his upper body clothes.

I don't know if Pei Shaozhi's little bastard is a dog, but his pair of small canine teeth are particularly strong, leaving many tooth marks on his chest.

Forget it or not, just think about it and get angry.

Shu Le stretched out his hand to push Shang Jue away: "Stop making trouble, I still have to go to your aunt's house."

Shang Jue took out his phone to check the time, then lowered his head to kiss Shu Le's neck, and said in a low and ambiguous voice, "Honey, hold on tighter before you have time."

Shu Le: "..."

Scumbag, Lele will crush you to death.

I don't know if it's because the conditions inside the car are not up to standard, or because the passenger seat is really wet.

Under the resistance of Shu Le who was holding his trousers with one hand and covering his jacket with the other, Shang Jue stopped in the end.

After taking a deep breath, Shang Jue hugged Shu Le and kissed Shu Le, coaxing Shu Le while kissing, "I'll give it to you at night."

Shu Le broke free from Shang Jue's arms, and climbed onto the back seat with difficulty.

Then pouted, he found the small blanket that he had put in the trunk from the trunk.

Shu Le obediently sat cross-legged on the back seat, wrapped her little quilt tightly, and shook her head: "I have something to do tonight, so I won't be going home. After I get out of my aunt's place, I'm going to rub it with the rest of the team. a supper."

Shang Jue's face immediately darkened: "I'll take you there, and then I'll pick you up after eating."

Shu Le waved his hand, and the feet that took off the shoes were white and tender: "No, we will have barbecue and beer at the studio, and we will live there directly after rubbing."

Shang Jue's complexion became even darker, and he said in a deep voice, "The studio conditions are too bad, and what does it look like for you to live with a few men?"

Shu Le blinked and asked doubtfully, "Shang Jue, have you made a mistake? Everyone in my creative team is an old buddy, and they haven't changed much since I started directing the show for so many years."

"It's not like sleeping in the same room, why can't we sleep in the studio together?"

Shang Jue's anger suddenly rushed up.

He turned around, looked at Shu Le with a frown, and said, "Are you self-conscious? Shu Le, you are already married!"

Shu Le seemed to be taken aback by this question.

He sat in the back seat silently, his wobbling feet stopped temporarily.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became very quiet.

The anger on Shang Jue's expression faded a little bit because of Shu Le's silence, and then he felt a little guilty.

Just when Shang Jue was about to say something, Shu Le smiled.

The two people in the car hadn't spoken for a long time, so the laughter seemed particularly abrupt.

The corners of Shu Le's mouth curled up, and there was neither anger nor accusation in his voice.

He leaned back in the chair, took a slow look at Shang Jue, and said softly: "You asked me if I have the self-consciousness to be married. Then Shang Jue, do you have any?"

"We've been married for three years, haven't you been to too few banquets with actresses who have been on the news or been rumored?"

"Let's not talk about the far..."

Shu Le sighed a little tiredly, and stood up barefoot from the back seat.

Then, under Shang Jue's gaze, he reached out and opened the storage box in front of the passenger seat.

The storage box was clean, except for a bottle of high-end custom-made women's perfume in the middle.

Shu Le reached out and took out the bottle of perfume.

The pink glass bottle has a particularly beautiful shape. From the gilt lettering and rows of French letters on it, all tell the audience of this farce that it is of great value.

The lid of the perfume is half opened, as long as you sit in the passenger seat, you can immediately smell the faint scent of aromatherapy.

Shu Le buckled down the button cap on the perfume bottle, and put the capped perfume back into the original storage box.

After finishing all this, Shu Le looked at Shang Jue, who was sitting beside him, who had not moved for a long time, and smiled: "This is a surprise you gave me? It smells good."

It's the same taste as Miss Bai Weiran who came to see him this afternoon.

They are all very formal celebrities and ladies.

The author has something to say: Shang Jue: Perfume hurts me _(:з」∠)_ Hey, kowtow to everyone

Lele: Lele also wants perfume, but also sticky liquid =0=

Author Bacteria: Give it.

Pei Pei: I want Lele.

Author Bacteria: Give it.