God, your chapter H has been locked by me

The editor-in-chief did not reply to Wei Ning's text message that night, and the editor-in-chief did not come to the class early the next morning. Wei Ning was discouraged in an instant with the breakfast for two.

Was he really impatient with the editor-in-chief yesterday and tired of his family?

He obviously overreacted and cared too much. The editor-in-chief is so sharp-eyed, why couldn't he see it?

Wei Ning called the editor-in-chief again, but still no one answered. Wei Ning sighed, sitting on the swivel chair, his whole body was dead, and he was scratching his lungs. Suddenly, the phone rang, and he saw the word editor-in-chief excited. The heartbeat almost stopped shooting, so I quickly picked it up.

"Now come to the studio where you took pictures last time." After the editor-in-chief finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Arrived.

The studio is shooting the cover of this magazine, the theme is cheongsam, the studio is short of manpower, the editor-in-chief asked Wei Ning to come over and move things.The shooting lasted all morning to satisfy the editor-in-chief. Wei Ning was busy all the time and didn't talk to the editor-in-chief. Now he was about to strike up a conversation with the editor-in-chief when he heard the cameraman stop the editor-in-chief.

"Ah Xiu, wait! I suddenly had an inspiration, you have to do me this favor!" The cameraman looked excited, and shouted to the female assistant: "Go upstairs and take down the civilian clothes I have in my collection!"

The editor-in-chief frowned: "Don't think about me."

"Artistic inspiration comes and goes quickly. If I don't take pictures of the pictures in my head now, I will never be able to take pictures! Are you my friend? You can't do anything like a friend?"

"Well, which of these female models do you think can be as tall as me?" The editor-in-chief snorted. This time, all the models and second-tier stars came. The tallest one is 175, while the editor-in-chief is 188, and No one is good enough.

"It's okay, you can just pose for me!" the cameraman said, the assistant had already taken off the military uniform, and the cameraman somehow pushed the editor-in-chief to change clothes: "I told you that this military uniform is my collection. , it’s a high imitation that I bought at an auction when I went to Taiwan, it’s worth hundreds of thousands, you won’t suffer a loss if you wear it once!”

Wei Ning stood on one side and listened to the full set, the cameraman asked the flat models to change their clothes, and the editor-in-chief quickly changed and came out.He was originally tall and slender, but the dark green general made him look more broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with a tall and straight figure, and the sound of black military boots made not only Wei Ning stare dumbfounded, but also a group of women in the studio screaming.

Sure enough, it is an eternal law of nature that male hormones conquer females.

Wei Ning snorted and watched!have a look!Why don't you just put on makeup!The female makeup artist was almost in his arms!

Although the editor-in-chief puts on this military uniform with all kinds of low-key luxury and connotations, it is obvious that a group of flat models with an average height of less than 173 are not high-end and stylish enough. Standing together, the editor-in-chief is like standing out from the crowd. group……

Wei Ning was complaining in his mind, and the cameraman also agreed with him. He kept muttering all kinds of dissatisfaction. Seeing that the editor-in-chief was about to be impatient with the lighting, the cameraman scanned the studio and looked around. Fixed on Wei Ning: "You have 180, right?"

Wei Ning was stunned for a moment, and kindly reminded: "I'm a man!"

As soon as the words fell, the cameraman rushed in front of him, pinched his face first, then squeezed his arms and waist: "It looks quite iconic, and the nine-headed body, the waist is thin enough, but the chest is flat. A bit..."

"Nonsense, I'm a man! It's okay to have breasts!" Wei Ning was furious, but found that the cameraman was still smiling and asked him: "Let me see if the teeth are exposed."

Wei Ning's face darkened completely.

"Jenny, help me find a cheongsam that he can wear! Xiaomi, put some makeup on him, make him more charming! Eh? What size shoes do you wear?"

"Editor-in-Chief...I'm not here to cross-talk..." Wei Ning couldn't communicate with the neurotic opposite, turned to look at the editor-in-chief, but felt half-hearted when he saw the editor-in-chief's expression.

What do you think of touching your chin like that, looking forward to it, and looking like you are watching a good show!

"You're just doing me a favor. I'm not asking you to be a real woman." The corner of the editor's lips twitched, and he went to the side and sat down.

Wei Ning wanted to cry, but he didn't want to upset the editor-in-chief again, so he followed his assistant up to the second floor.

The cheongsam didn't have the size he could wear. Finally, the assistant picked out a short-sleeved cheongsam with red patterns on a black background. In order to wear it in, it was directly cut into a backless dress. It opened from the bottom of the neck to below the waistline. The slits on the thighs also went up a bit. Wei Ning felt that he had suffered a great humiliation in his heart after putting it on, and refused to go downstairs anyway.

"How about this? I'll ask a makeup artist to come up and put it on for you. After a while, you won't look like yourself, so you let go."

Wei Ning rolled his eyes at the assistant, was this to comfort him?

In the end, the makeup artist came up, and he made Wei Ning a fancy updo with side bangs, curls that were as complicated as flowers, and left a few curly hair hanging down, dotted with sideburns. Bright hairpin flowers, a bunch of pearl earrings on the earlobe.The makeup is retro heavy makeup and red lips. Looking at himself in the mirror, Wei Ning realized for the first time that he looks so feminine!

"You put on this chest pad first. If you can't do anything with high heels, you can wear this shoe holder. You can't see it without taking pictures of the side..."

Wei Ning drank his last dignity, stepped on high heels that were several sizes smaller, and followed the two crazy women downstairs. The downstairs was talking and joking, but when he saw him coming down, there was no sound at all. Wei Ning was in a terrible embarrassment. On the right, suddenly there was heat on his face.

What the hell is this called!

The first person to react was the camera operator. He almost threw himself in front of Wei Ning, and almost knelt down for him. He kept boasting excitedly, saying that Wei Ning was extremely embarrassed, and was about to change the subject. Suddenly the editor-in-chief walked over with strides: "Whether I'm still filming or not, I have something to do in the afternoon!"

"Take a shot!" The cameraman snapped his fingers: "I have a new idea, so I'll shoot you two, that ambiguous and sexy feeling of abstinence..." The cameraman said, pulling Wei Ning and the editor-in-chief together shooting zone.

The first few photos were normal, just like taking wedding photos. Later, the cameraman asked his assistant to move a sofa, and things became more and more out of control... First, Wei Ning was asked to take off his shoes and half lie on the sofa, and the editor-in-chief Lie on his lap, and then asked Wei Ning to sit sideways on the editor-in-chief's lap, leaning his upper body out from the side of the sofa, leaning back until his hair touched the ground, with his hands naturally hanging on the ground, facing the side of the camera. The leg has to be bent, and the editor-in-chief has to touch the inside of the knee of his other leg.

"Xiao Ning, the more sexy your expression is, the more you open your mouth and narrow your eyes..."

"..." Wei Ning looked at the editor-in-chief with a troubled face, and couldn't help but said: "Editor-in-chief, please forgive me...I know I was wrong, can't I? I really didn't want to go to your house yesterday, I...I It's... tense..."

"Can I still eat you?" The editor-in-chief raised his eyebrows.

"You..." Wei Ning lowered his eyes, turned his face away slightly, and murmured in a low voice, "I'm relieved after you eat..."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing..." Wei Ning muttered, suddenly felt the editor-in-chief's hand touching his thigh move up, he trembled, and was stunned: "Editor-in-chief... why are you..."

The editor-in-chief was about to say something when he suddenly heard the cameraman shout OK. He put his arms around Wei Ning's waist and helped him up, but his expression was not friendly: "I'll clean you up later."

"..." Wei Ning went upstairs dejected because of this sentence, went to the dressing room and took off the wig first, wiped off the eyelashes and lipstick, and was picking off the earrings when he heard the door knock, Wei Ning turned his head and saw the editor-in-chief leaving came in, and the door closed and locked behind him.Wei Ning didn't think too much, turned his head and continued to pick off the earrings. From the mirror, he could see the editor-in-chief walking over, step by step beyond the safe social distance, and then traced his fingers down his spine to his lower back.

"Where's the waist rope?"

"It's in the bag..." Wei Ning dodged uncomfortably, trying to take off the cheongsam, buttoned behind his neck, he reached out to untie the editor-in-chief but held him back: "I'll help you."

"No..." Before he finished speaking, the editor-in-chief's lips touched his neck, and Wei Ning froze: "Master... the editor-in-chief..." Feeling the editor-in-chief's palm walking against his back, Wei Ning's heart beat faster Coming faster and faster, he struggled uncomfortably: "Why are you crazy with so many people outside..."

"Don't worry, they're going to eat." The editor-in-chief said, unbuttoning the button on the back of Wei Ning's neck, smoothly reaching into the clothes, and pulling out the fake breasts: "Although you are very sexy in this dress, I still prefer it." Flat chest." As he spoke, he gently fiddled with Wei Ning's nipple with his fingertips, and after touching it, it immediately hardened, and the editor-in-chief let out a soft laugh.

"Editor-in-chief, stop making trouble...I really didn't mean that yesterday...I..." The editor-in-chief hugged him tightly, the rough cloth on his body rubbed against his back, itching and prickling, the editor-in-chief kissed him The double torment of gentleness and roughness made his breathing more and more heavy. Wei Ning lowered his head and grabbed the edge of the table with both hands: "I... I was thinking about you at the time, and I couldn't calm down at all. I know this Not a man, but I can't control it... I don't know what you are thinking, and I don't know why you didn't want to go further after you did that with me. The more I do this, the more I care too much about you , the reaction was intense..."

Wei Ning clenched his hands tighter and tighter, and his body trembled a little: "Why on earth? You don't want to end up with me? Are you tired of me being so bad? What do you like about me? I..."

The body was turned around suddenly, Wei Ning lowered his head, but the editor-in-chief forced his face up: "You really think so?"

"I don't have anything worthy of your liking. If I'm not even interested in you..." Wei Ning couldn't continue, the editor-in-chief suddenly smiled: "You like me that much?"

"If... If I don't like you, I'm sick. I bought condoms and KY, and I'm just waiting for you to insert my ass!" Wei Ning roared, and tears continued to flow. look away.

what a fucking shame...

"You...for whom have I endured until now?" The editor-in-chief sighed, and suddenly kissed the corner of Wei Ning's eyes, gently sucking his golden beans: "Wei Ning, I love you."

Wei Ning's body trembled, his heart swelled with pain, his nose was sore again, he couldn't help hugging the editor-in-chief, and then muttered: "You ate all the eyeshadow..."

"Heh..." The editor-in-chief smiled, pinched Wei Ning's chin and kissed it. Like a greedy puppy, Wei Ning immediately raised his neck, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue impatiently. The editor-in-chief hugged him waist, and smiled lowly: "Don't worry..." As he spoke, he even withdrew his tongue, opened his mouth slightly, and let Wei Ning in. Wei Ning was half a head shorter than him, and it took a lot of effort to kiss him proactively. His shoulders and neck were raised high, and his tongue stuck out in a mess. The editor-in-chief suddenly picked him up and let him sit on the dressing table. This made the kiss much easier. Wei Ning hugged the editor-in-chief's head, kissing deeper and deeper, and soon the room There was a chaotic panting.

"Is my technique okay?" After the kiss, Wei Ning was eager to claim credit. The editor-in-chief pinched his chin and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"That... I like you too, cough..." Wei Ning turned his face away.

"Good boy." The editor-in-chief kissed Wei Ning, then suddenly withdrew, and was about to open the door. Wei Ning was stunned for a moment: "Is this the end?" As soon as the words came out, his face turned red.

The editor-in-chief smiled, but didn't go out when he walked to the door. Instead, he took out his mobile phone from his coat, and he didn't know who he called.

"Hey, I've locked the door of your studio for you. You can go home directly after eating. Well, I won't go, go back to the company." After hanging up the phone, the editor-in-chief threw the phone on the sofa: "Are you running now?" In time."

Wei Ning was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head: "The set and KY are in my bag..." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps, Wei Ning looked at the long legs of the editor-in-chief in high military boots standing on his In front of him, his body became hot in an instant, his lower abdomen tightened, and he couldn't help thinking about the pornographic film. Wei Ning sighed in his heart that it was over, and started to untie the editor-in-chief's armor belt as if resigned to his fate.

No matter how smart he is, he still remembers the hundreds of thousands of clothes...

"You just believe him." The editor-in-chief grabbed Wei Ning's wrist and pressed it against the mirror, then kissed him, making a lingering sound of water from his lips and tongue. The editor-in-chief asked Wei Ning to hug him, freeing his hands to touch down his waist, He kneaded his thigh a few more times, pushed one leg up, gave up his lips, and kissed his inner thigh along his knee instead.

"Wait……"

"Take off the cheongsam." The editor-in-chief said, looking at Wei Ning. He was wearing a military uniform, and he was full of aggression when he said this. After a moment, he tilted his head to suck the root of his leg, and licked the tender meat at the root of the thigh with his tongue.

"Hmm..." Wei Ning's legs trembled slightly, and his lower body became hard quickly. The editor-in-chief deliberately sucked his sensitive parts, but refused to care about the source of his pleasure.Wei Ning couldn't help reaching out to touch him, but the editor-in-chief grabbed him at this moment and tied his hands behind his back with an armed belt.

"Let me go!" Wei Ning was taken aback, and struggled unhappily. At this moment, the editor-in-chief pulled off his panties, wrapped his lower body in his mouth, and began to suck.