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He didn't wait until Zhou Zi's answer. However, Zhou Zi slammed the arm of his waist, and more and more breathing, and the most intuitive way to give Xia Xiqing answer with the most intuitive kiss.

Xia Xiqing likes this feeling, I like to feel the strong needs from him from the sense of sensory. But he is also afraid that the words of the Zhou Zhen said that two words. For him, how to change people's emotional changes is a single peak curve, a little bit of a little bit, a little big, reaching the peak when I perceive love.

You can go to the peak, it will not be able to fall into the fall.

Like the parabola, the higher the vertex, the heavier falls.

This is very good, it is very good now. He needs to be self-smoldering, just like Zhou Zixiang needs him, no definition does not matter.

Zhou Zi's kiss does not have more skill, it is entirely hot and rushing, can't wait to take his soul with a kiss.

There is no way to tell the true ideas in your heart, and Zhou Zhizhong can only use all desires to express it. He has consistently has his own persistence, habitually avoiding all the mind that will be ambitious, whether it is tobacco or alcohol.

He likes to keep awake at all times.

In the summer, the summer is clear, he is in time to tempting him, pluck him, disrupt him with a firm heart. From the beginning, he knew that he understood more than anyone, so he will repeatedly remind himself that he is not a good person. He is not a good person. He is a dangerous thing that is flammable and easy to tempting.

"Heat?" Xia Xi Qing's voice made a thick layer of water vapor, like a sauna house, and his slender fingers screamed the lower edge of Zhou self-worthy sweater, attempted to pull it up, "Take off?"

I haven't ended the tail of the relatives, and Zhou Zhao kisses him again, and she fades her blouse. The critical point between men tends to fierce and unprofitable. He fully understood that Xia Xi Qing's expectation to his own, but unfortunately, even if he was forced to add drug addiction.

He also has to become dominant.

The fierce kiss let Xia Jiqing will heat, I will be a layer of thin sweat, the skin and the silk are tired together, and it is sticky, so that his brain is not angry, the consciousness and behavior are against, the more fierce Acting, his consciousness is getting more and more late, more and more passive, squatting from an arrogant leopard from an arrogant leopard, turning a sticky cat.

Zhou Zhao found the opportunity to turn over him, pressing the shoulders of Xia Xiqing to press him under his body, and a long time, a dried sweat came from his extent, and he fell to Xia Xiqing's lips. Zhou Zizheng glanced at him to stick out the tip of the tongue, gently licking the mood, the face and pure and still showing a lazy laugh.

"Salty."

But you are too sweet. There were many rational ingredients left in Zhou Zhao gave up the dying struggle, and Yumi was inserted into a wave of waves.

The child's tender voice in the projection occasionally took out, and the little deer hit into the heart of Xia Xi. Just when the two were scratched, he had not forgotten ridicule.

"It's really ... less ... less ..." The remaining words were covered, and the shoulders of Xia Xiqing were shaking, and they couldn't com. Listening to the sound of the young people of young people, and his adult, this experience is really wonderful.

Zhou Zi kissed his wet bright lips, tense and incomparable confrontation, the child in the projection suddenly crispeded two brothers. Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, and I laughed while learning a soft voice of a child.

"Brother." Xia Xiqing reached out and opened the eyebrows of Zhou Zhao Wei, who was turned to him, and Zhou Zi felt that his dignity was questioned. He biting a lip of Xia Xiqing.

"When I was young ... I am so fierce now." Xia Xiqing gave up to join the pro, "You call ... I listen to you when you are young, I am so good ... or now now ..."

Originally, he didn't expect it, Zhou Zhun always did not want to satisfy his expectations, this summer is clear early. But he didn't expect it that Zhou Zi Zizhen leaned over his ear, and the sound was low and low.

"brother."

I kissed the earlobe of Xia Xiqing again.

"Satisfied? Xi Qing brother."

The bells of the Baihua Cathedral have repeatedly tapped the heart valve. Even the soul was hit by smashing, turned into a vast universe.

In the afternoon, the audition has consumed that Xia Xi is enough, and I don't know how long it takes. I am too blurred. I have slept twice, and I am very embarrassing, no matter what he is soft or hard, he is not willing to .

Sleeping is not sinking, but the eyelids are also caught up, and Xia Xiqing always feels that someone touches his forehead and cheeks in the dream. It is very light and very light, which makes people think that it is illusion. After dilight, I woke up in the middle of the night, and I woke up in the mouth. Xia Xi was half-eyed to touch the kitchen, and I will open the refrigerator to I will give myself a half bottle of ice water, and I have a lot of a little.

Although it is fast to early summer, the wind in the night is still cold. Xia Xi Qingli pulled his eyelids to go back to the room and found that the projector still put it, just no sound.

In fact, this time he should go home, here is not his home.

Xia Xi squats on the bed, staring at Zhou self-portrait sleeping face, the boy who has become a high-grade boy on the screen on the screen, every detail is similar, but it has extended, let He can't help but feel the beauty of life.

Zhou Zhao slept until the bed, there is nowhere to put it down, and Xia Xiqing first tried to touch the fingertips. He didn't wake up, and he was boldly touched his hand. Zhou Zi's finger is very long, the palm is wide and dry, so that he can't help but think that he grasped the ball in the basketball game, there is more than one hand.

Like the claws that play with the puppy, Xia Xiqing grabbed his finger, and then gathered his fingers, then another root expansion, and finally embed his finger into it, inexplicable ten fingers.

If his existence is only for yourself.

[The Art Museum is a mother to build, do you know? ]

Recalling the mother in the art museum, and Xia Xi suddenly felt that the miles were stabbed, and he was unable to loosen the hands of the week.

When you hang down, I found a neutral pen on the foot, probably Zhou Shuo.

Xia Xialu Qing will really get a person's love from incredction, and most of them are his pouch, and some people from Burgo appreciate his talents, or his home world. It can be stripped into these sugar coats, and it is bitterly bitter.

Self-privacy, inertial lying, and the table is different, and the wind is addicted.

He has always thought that Zhou Zhixou can't afford to be purely, so many people are holding him, surrounded by him, and Zhou Zizheng is evenly avoiding.

If you are now, no matter how you are in your own risk, how to your mouth hard, you have to admit that you can't help you.

At noon the next day, Zhou Ziyi was woke up by Jiang Yin's snorted Call, he had forgotten that he still had a wide shot, and the whole person slept, I didn't know if I saw it before going to bed. I was going to show my TV series. When I dreamed, I didn't dream about the play. I dreamed of a sister wearing a white dress. She touched her head and folded him with a paper towel. I folded a white rose.

When he lifted his head again, the girl disappeared without a trace, Zhou Zhao was very anxious, and he had been running in that park, but he wanted to shout.

Someone suddenly listened to his name. When he saw Xia Xiqing.

Holding a dark red rose in his hand, he smiled toward himself.

Just approached, the rose withered in an instant. His expression is very sad, but there is no tears.

You don't like me, right. ]

Cold sweat, Zhou Wei opened his eyes. There is only one person left in the bed, and even the projector is turned off. He can't stay in the sleep, and the summer is not in the fact that it is not a big blow.

He has predicted that he is expected to do it for all very bad possibilities.

"I know, I will pass now." Zhou Zi Yu sat on the bed, bent on the waist arm, and hit the head.

"I didn't drink, I am too tired to sleep." Jiang Yincheng said a lot, listening to Zhou self , he changed only hand to answer the phone, and left the left hand to catch his hair, and she holds it on the knee.

He suddenly found that there is something that is not named to close the palm. He finally saw it in front of his hand.

That is a black signed stroke, a small and very small rose, quietly growing in the unknown nature.

I don't consciously laugh, provoke the doubts of the phone.

"It's nothing."

Just discovered a happy little trick.

In order to drive out the scheduled period, the previous week's self-supporting work is full, there are too many advertising contracts that need to be fulfilled, as well as the invitation of magazines, he can only compress everything to make everything well, in order to concentrate on the group.

Unlike Xia Xiqing, the least is the time.

In the case of the directors of Kuncheng, Xia Xiqing finally decided to play this movie.

A sentence of the director said that he thought of the work of his debut in Zhou Zhandou a few days ago.

Now everything is full of uncertainty, but the work is eternal, no matter which artistic form, someone else is unclear, but I believe you will understand what I mean. ]

These two days he suddenly found that even if he repeated the same mistake. There is at least one piece of work that can permanently seal the relationship between them. Those who have ever had a doctrine, in the eyes of the people, the sublimation of art, can be the product of the emotions in their eyes.

This is enough, he is not willing to be forgotten by Zhou Zi. Even after mentioning this movie will make him feel disgusting, it is a kind of achievement, but more in line with the artistic pursuit of Xia Xialu.

"Do you have anything at night?" Xia Xiqing went home on the road to Zhou self-proclaimed voice news and quickly received his reply.

"To attend an event, it is estimated that you can go home in the middle of the night."

Xia Xiqing typing back a sentence, I didn't say much, he originally thinking that if there is nothing to do with him to go to the art banquet with him, he suddenly felt that he was too true, and Zhou Zi's identity did not go? suitable.

What's more, you have to accompany him, just there is no reason to convince.

Zhou Zhao also sent a question.

[Moral Model: Do you have anything at night? ]

[Terrorist: I also have an activity, it will be very late. ]

Xia Xialu did not say too much, Zhou Zhao did not ask more, assistant Luo Luo urged him to get on the bus, he had to temporarily accept his mobile phone.

This artistic dinner is a very prestigious collector Zhonghe South Mr. Hind, the venue is his home, although his name is, but because Mr. Zhong has been nearly ninety, the actual exercise is him The little son Zhongchi is preparing, inviting a lot of collectors, and there are many famous painters. Zhongchi and his father are different, it is a completely unbelievable businessman, and the dinner naturally does not have the participation of new and old friends in the business community.

If there is no businessman, Xia Xi will be very willing to go, it is rare to have someone else to host this art salon, and once the copper odor is mixed, Xia Xiqing is more intensive.

But he has always been a strong, since it will show a look, otherwise it will be a person. Xia Xue Qingyuan picks the green windbreaker, and then thought about it. After all, it was a reputation of Pulito, or wearing a re-official point, so I found a high-level gray suit, rare. Tibetan tie. Half hair is tied, it looks so casually.

When driving the dinner, the staff of the house gate checked the invitation letter, and Xia Xiqing passed from the window, and he felt that the security guard was watching him, probably recognized. He is now finally understanding the bitterness of the public, whether there is no matter where it goes, just like the peacock in the zoo.

The hall is quite dreamy, and the exquisite valley is inserted into the painting. The crowd is surrounded by a cluster. Everyone has given a famous painting, expressing their own feelings. It is honest that the summer of the painter is the least, this is this link, and his own work is over-interpreted by a group of people, saying that he is unclear. Analysis, it is really strange.

He has been in foreign countries. When the domestic is not taken out by parents, most people at the banquet don't know him, this is given a full space of Xia Xiqing, only some young and beautiful lady occasionally The courage is coming up, talking with him.

"You usually prefer oil painting?"

Xia Xi Qing smiled and laughed, but his eyes drove a young boy in two paintings. It was not because his appetite will look at both eyes, because the man has always looked at himself, I thought he not found.

I don't know where to come.

"Yes, oil painting." Xia Xiqing made a pine's tie, "I went to take a glass of wine, lost."

Going to the rest area, I went to the tone. The summer Qing Dynasty gave a cup of bitter afar. Suddenly heard someone called his name, one side of the head, saw a man who had been familiar, wearing a dark red suit.

"Hello, is you a summer?" The man stretched with him attentively, "I am Wei Wei."

Xia Xiqing has always blindly blindly, but I don't know how it suddenly remembers.

This person is the place where the gorge encountered in the clouds, "Tracking" The Culture Capacity.

Haven't reached out, the summer is clear, just far away, I have just peeked about my young man, he is like a hop, busy turning his body.

What happened today, it's a strange person.

I don't know, the man who is scared by his eyes, it is low to reply to the news.

[Zhao Ke: Hoh, do you know who I have touched at the dinner? ]

[Zhao Ke: I don't guess me to tell you. ]

[Zhao Ke: You CP! ]