The cp of the male god of abstinence is a super A boss

Let alone others, Qi Yao himself has not watched his wife's catwalk for a long time.

Back then, when he first saw his oppressive sense of self-importance on the runway, he was very determined that he wanted to be such a person.

He chased him all the way, didn't this make him his wife--

The height of Bi Lihuai plus the shoes is about 1.8 meters.

He Jiao and shoes are about 1.8 meters tall.

Both of them are thin and youthful, but in comparison, Bi Li has wider shoulders and He Jiaosheng is narrower.

However, he was wearing a loose casual suit, which was not very obvious.

In the first few steps, He Jiao was still able to keep up, but Bi Lihuai's sense of rhythm was too strong. In order to keep up with him, He Jiao's footsteps were a bit chaotic, and he walked in a crooked manner.

"Why did this happen?" He Jiao laughed incomprehensibly, and he turned into a crutch.

Qi Yao ruthlessly laughed at him loudly.

"Listen to music and find your own rhythm."

Bi Lihuai stopped, and said to He Jiao: "I asked Qi Yao to practice with you. The press conference is more than half a month away, so you just go ahead and do it in time."

"Okay." He Jiao nodded.

"What style is He Jiao wearing?" Qi Yao asked.

"Female style." Bi Lihuai said.

He Jiao smiled and said, "I'm Beauty Jiao—"

Qi Yao rolled his eyes and looked towards the ceiling.

Bi Lihuai smiled, and asked, "You usually wear women's clothing in those catwalk shows you usually attend, right?"

"Yes."

"Then how do you usually wear those skirts that reveal your thighs?" Bi Lihuai asked curiously.

"It's slower and more coquettish." He Jiao said solemnly.

As soon as he talked about coquettishness, Qi Yao got excited.

"What kind of coquettish method?"

Bi Li squinted, Qi Yao immediately said: "Let me ask for you, aren't you curious?"

He Jiao said with a smile: "It's just a twist of the butt, because when we are on the catwalk, the camera is next to us, so sometimes we have to wink at the camera, and the post-editing effect is very ecstasy."

Bi Lihuai nodded, and can look at it another day.

Studying and studying may give yourself a little inspiration.

"You guys are practicing, I'm going to draw a picture." Bi Lihuai handed He Jiao to Qi Yao in this way.

Qi Yao sent Bi Lihuai to the door, and hugged and kissed him while there was no one else.

He Jiao just watched, and when Bi Lihuai left, He Jiao said to Qi Yao, "Brother Qi Yao, you and your sister-in-law are so tired."

"My daughter-in-law is so good-looking and so outstanding, am I willing to not get tired of being crooked?" Qi Yao said in shock.

"That's true." He Jiao waved his hand and told him to come over, "Come on, teach me how to walk, I'm going to be on Mili's catwalk—"

"Would you like to be a model? My wife still likes you very much." Qi Yao asked.

"Forget it, how can I work so hard?" He Jiao shook his head, all his hard work was used to fall in love with brother Lan Qing.

Other things can only be a pass time.

He can't do a professional model.

He Jiao, who practiced at Mili for a day, performed for Lan Qing when he came back at night.

"How about it, I learned it today." He Jiao posed in front of Lan Qing.

Lan Qing frowned slightly, and swept his SpongeBob underwear.

Asked: "Are you wearing this to learn how to walk the show today?"

"Of course not." He Jiao patted his thigh and smiled, "Didn't you just come out of the shower?"

"I don't appreciate how it's going, I just see SpongeBob SquarePants dangling around." Lan Qing stretched out her hand to grab him, then put her arms around his waist and pulled him into her arms.

He was sitting on the sofa at the moment, and He Jiao was sitting on his lap, holding his neck and smiling, "Then do you like SpongeBob SquarePants?"

"Love the sponge burnt."

Lan Qing made a serious joke and made He Jiao laugh. He lowered his head and kissed the tip of his nose, and said delicately, "My brother is getting cuter and cuter."

"Not as cute as you." Lan Qing put her arms around his waist and leaned her head in his arms.

Smell the aroma of his freshly washed body.

He Jiao held his head and stroked his hair.

"Honey, you have to come and see me when I go to the catwalk."

"Well, when?"

"The first of next month."

"Let me take a look." Lan Qing took a look at his mobile phone, it happened to be Saturday, and he didn't have to go to work, so he had time.

He Jiao moved forward a little, and Lan Qing felt it.

Two people stuck together.

Lan Qing put down his phone, hugged his legs, and stood up.

He Jiao smiled and kissed his lips.

Lan Qing kissed him and carried him into the room like this.

After He Jiao was put on the bed, he stretched his body like a cat, with his butt raised high, and his front body stretched on the bed.

"Ah... I'm quite tired from walking all day today, and it's so comfortable to stretch out—" He Jiao used to think that brother Qi Yao made good money, so he just walked, turned around, posed and acted handsomely.

But now he doesn't think so.

It's really not easy to walk well.

Walking back and forth in one place non-stop.

He still had to hold his head up, chest out and abdomen in. He felt his waist stiffen.

"Brother, help me press my back, I feel that my shoulders are a bit unnatural." He Jiao lay on the bed and patted his shoulder with his backhand.

Never before have I kept my shoulders straight when I walked, keeping them in a straight line.

"Then you should be better." Lan Qing patted his butt, it was so high, how could he massage it?

He Jiao lay down and asked, "Is this called horse killing chicken?"

"I'm not a professional." Lan Qing said, he straddled his thighs, pressed his shoulders with both hands, beat his back, and squeezed his waist.

"Ah...it's comfortable...the horse kills the chicken, pours the burnt...oh...lightly lightly, my waist...so sore...work harder, yes, yes, if I practice this every day, I will practice until the end of the month , will I harden into a robot?" He Jiao asked.

"Would you like to try cupping?" Lan Qing said, in the past, when he exercised too much and his muscles were sore, he would use cupping to relax his muscles quickly.

"Doesn't cupping turn black in circles?"

"Ah."

"That won't work, when the time comes for the catwalk, it won't be ugly for me to be so dark all over the place?"

"That's right, then come back every day, I'll massage for you, and you can take a hot bath."

"Well, listen to my wife."

Lan Qing finished pressing his upper body, and then pinched his legs.

He Jiao was lying on the bed, enjoying the massage from his precious wife.

When Lan Qing touched his ankle, he realized that his ankle was beautiful.

He touched his ankle a little fondly. His ankle was very thin, and the protruding bone inexplicably made him feel very sexy.

I haven't observed it carefully before, but now I look at it and find that his feet are also very white, very clean, and the toes are neatly grown.

"Oh...Brother Lan Qing is foot control?" He Jiao smirked.

Lan Qing denied, "No, I just haven't seen it myself before."

"Does it look good?"

"It's prettier than mine." He Jiao sat up, put her feet next to his feet, and compared her feet with him.