Spear Teacher

"——"

In fact, Jiang Qiyu should have given him a big slap, and then said very casually:

"You wishful thinking."

But Qi Yu just looked up and stared at her.

Perhaps it was the angle of looking down that made the man's face, which was originally in line with her aesthetic taste, even more dazzling.

Or perhaps it was the man who just revealed his inner worries for the first time, which made her feel a little pity.

Or perhaps she could not resist the temptation from Qi Yu.

In short, she neither moved nor spoke.

"......"

Just lowered her eyes slightly and looked at him quietly.

Originally, Qi Yu was ready to be slapped, but when he raised his eyes, he suddenly met the trance in her eyes.

The next moment, the man's playful but clear eyes began to change.

"......"

The two were very close.

She stood on the bed, with her hands on the shoulders in front of her, looking down at the man who was leaning on her arms.

He stood on the ground, one hand around his waist, pressed against the woman's curvy back, tilted his head to face her, but his chin was almost touching her chest.

Up and down, the ambiguity heated up as their eyes intertwined, and their breathing became heavier.

The heartbeats that were already pounding for each other became more agitated.

"..."

Qi Yu pursed his lips, and the hand on her back suddenly moved.

His fingertips rubbed the soft fabric in his palm, his voice was hoarse, and he said the same thing:

"Really... Is it okay?"

Jiang Qiyu's eyes moved slightly, and the right hand on the man's shoulder suddenly slid down and pressed against his chest that was like a drum, with a tender look:

"Ask the Buddha."

"——"

Just this answer that they both knew instantly ignited the ambiguity that was over-concentrated in the entire space.

The hand on the woman's back went up and gently clasped the woman's slender neck. Qi Yu pressed her towards him with the eagerness and recklessness of a young man.

When she lowered her head obediently without any struggle, he caught her with his lips.

"..."

They exchanged kisses that were so familiar to each other that they couldn't be more familiar.

The fingertips of his right hand, which had been suspended in the air for fear of staining his clothes, had quietly reached into the hem of his shirt without knowing when.

The fingertips, with the ointment that was almost melted, gently stroked the slightly red skin on her lower back.

"——"

The ointment was cool to the touch, but when it was applied to the skin, it was like a prairie fire.

The fire that gradually spread on the skin roared.

The restraints on the back and the rationality of the people in the fire were burned off together.

And this fire seemed to have its own consciousness, not only burning more and more fiercely, but even burning from the plains full of wildfires all the way to the towering mountains.

The raging fire raged in the mountains, accompanied by the howling wind, completely setting the prairie on fire.

"......"

Jiang Qiyu felt that her brain was lacking oxygen, and a bizarre picture flashed before her eyes, as if a memory was lost.

In the blink of an eye, it was like an arrow on a string again.

"?"

Suddenly, she felt something was wrong.

She blinked her misty eyes and looked at it carefully in the dim light.

"......"

The person who was supposed to be drawing the bow and arrow was now stretching his arm, groping for something in the drawer of the bedside table with a guilty look on his face.

Before she had time to wonder, Qi Yu withdrew his hand the next moment.

There seemed to be a square thing between her fingers...

"......"

The confused mind instantly regained clarity. Jiang Qiyu narrowed her eyes dangerously and looked at the man with a erratic look in front of her:

"You kid... "

But before she finished her teasing words, the man with red ears that were almost steaming suddenly reached out and covered her mouth.

"Ahem..."

Qi Yu coughed lightly, avoiding her scrutinizing eyes, and said hoarsely:

"I'm prepared for any eventuality."

"......"

Jiang Qiyu couldn't speak, so she simply raised her eyebrows and looked at him, with a few bright words written in her eyes -

'Do you think I believe it? '

Qi Yu felt uncomfortable being looked at by her, and he was really uncomfortable, so he just made up his mind, put his arm around his waist and exerted a little force -

turned the man over.

Jiang Qiyu did not struggle. She listened to the rustling sound of tearing the package behind her, and she still had the leisure to make a joke:

"Hey, Qi Yu, do you think wearing Okamoto is considered wearing a kimono?"

"......"

There was no sound behind her.

She was about to ask more, but suddenly felt a gentle touch on her lower back.

She felt like she was electrified, and she was speechless, unable to say anything teasing.

In the quiet space, she could only hear the familiar male voice behind her, which was completely hoarse with lust:

"The origin is domestic......"

"——"

"It is considered a national trend."

After that, she no longer had the energy to think about these wild questions.

"......"

She stayed awake all night until the sky was bright.

——

The next day.

The breathless Jiang Qiyu received two pieces of news, one good and one bad.

Good news:

Director Yuan thought her idea was very good after reading the outline, and was very satisfied with the plot design. He wanted to meet her this morning to discuss the details.

Bad news:

It was already afternoon when she saw the news.

[Whoever is poked with a spear will die: Is it okay in the evening?]

[A Don't bully the poor in middle age (new movie is in preparation): Qiyu, you finally replied!]

[A Don't bully the poor in middle age (new movie is in preparation): I called you several times this morning and you didn't answer. I'm a little worried.]

[A Don't bully the poor in middle age (new movie is in preparation): I called you several times this morning and you didn't answer. I'm a little worried.]

[A Don't bully the poor in middle age (new movie is in preparation ): Did you have any problems? ]

[Whoever is poked with a spear will die: Not yet, the person is still alive. ]

[A Mo Qi Zhong Nian Qiong (new movie in preparation): That's good, I have a meeting with several investors who are interested tonight, do you want to come and discuss it together? ]

"......"

Jiang Qiyu wanted to refuse, but changed her mind.

The production team and investors are originally a mutually selected relationship. Not only do investors select them, but they also have to see what investors are like.

What if she is ordered to change the script again and again.

No, I can't stand it.

[Whoever is poked with a spear will die: Where? ]

[A Mo Qi Zhong Nian Qiong (new movie in preparation): [Location]]

[A Mo Qi Zhong Nian Qiong (new movie in preparation): It's 8 o'clock in the evening. ]

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Seeing this message, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes in confusion.

[Whoever the spear pierces will die: Who are the investors?]

[A Don't bully the poor middle-aged (new movie in preparation): Don't you know?]

[A Don't bully the poor middle-aged (new movie in preparation): Mr. Qi, Mr. Qiao, Mr. Chi from the entertainment company, Mr. Gu from Gu's Auto Trade, and several investors will come. This can be regarded as a small bidding meeting.]

[Whoever the spear pierces will die: Bidding?]

[Whoever the spear pierces will die: Who is bidding for whom?]

[A Don't bully the poor middle-aged (new movie in preparation): Investors, bidding for our project.]