Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 254: He's always pretending to be good

The assistant quickened his pace and followed Qin Yuanzhao in front.

The passageway was quiet and no one was there, with soft lights pouring down from above, and only the sound of footsteps could be heard for a while.

There is a corner ahead.

As soon as Qin Yuanzhao took a step, a girl rushed over recklessly from the opposite side. She walked so fast that she didn't have time to stop when she saw someone, and slammed into Qin Yuanzhao's arms.

The lemonade in his hand spilled instantly, splashing Qin Yuanzhao all over.

"Boss Qin." The assistant's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously exclaimed.

"Sorry," the girl seemed frightened by this scene, bowed to apologize with a pale face, and asked cautiously, "I'm sorry for staining your clothes, let me wash them for you."

Qin Yuanzhao's eyes fell on the girl's face, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, the tip of his tongue pressed against his palate, and he smiled slowly: "Okay."

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The day of shooting is over soon.

Ji Ge left the film and television base, walked to the parking lot according to the message Rong Huai sent her, and opened the car door to get in.

"Sister." The boy in the driver's seat put his snow-white fingers on the steering wheel and greeted her.

"Ah Huai, why is it you, where is the driver?" Ji Ge hugged the shell bag next to him, blinked, and asked.

"I want to see my sister sooner," the young man pursed his slender lips with a gentle curve, "so I came instead of the driver."

After this guy confessed, he really didn't restrain himself at all, and became more and more blatant.

Ji Ge paused, and wisely changed the subject: "Hurry up and drive, I'm tired."

Rong Huai glanced at her, said nothing, and started the Bentley slowly.

Back at the villa, my aunt had already prepared dinner.

Ji Ge picked and ate a few mouthfuls, poking the dishes in the bowl absently with his chopsticks, thinking about his next move, when he suddenly heard the boy speak softly, "Sister, the results will come out in two days."

Ji Ge was stunned for a moment, looked at Rong Huai with his chin in his hands, and smiled slightly: "So confident?"

"Yeah." The young man showed his face. His eyes were not pure black, but a strong dark brown color. Under the illumination of the overhead lights, they showed an unusually clear and beautiful texture, like gems, or as if they were inlaid in the middle ages. The glass in European churches, when the golden light of the setting sun passes through it, is instantly radiant.

"Understood," Ji Ge bent his eyes: "I won't break my promise."

The night is getting darker.

His slender, fair fingers tapped the Enter key, and the dim light of the computer screen fell on the young man's face. Looking at the empty picture, he raised his eyebrows.

Are you taking a shower?

The boy waited patiently, and after a while, the seemingly static picture started to move.

The slender figure came out of the bathroom, and Jige tidied up the long blow-dried hair, walked to the bed, and put the watch on his wrist again that he had taken off before taking a bath.

Rong Huai looked at her quietly.

The girl sat on the bed and looked down at her mobile phone. The camera just took her whole body into view, but the image was too small to see clearly.

Rong Huai clicked the mouse, and the screen was enlarged.

The picture gradually becomes clear and stable.

The girl was wearing a loose nightdress with a loose neckline, revealing a delicate and beautiful collarbone. The lines were exquisite and sinuous, her complexion was white enough to glow, and the slightly undulating area was covered under the collar.

The young man bit his lip, his ears felt a little hot, and they turned a little bright red.

The screen moves down.

Ji Ge didn't notice it, her straight and slender legs were placed on the bed, the skirt was stretched over her knees, revealing a section of her calf, her ankles were slender and white, like a fine jade vase, with a smooth and beautiful arc.

Rong Huai subconsciously stretched out his hand to try to hold the air. The girl's ankle was too slender, and it felt like she could hold it completely with one hand.

I don't know what such an ankle looks like with a black chain.

The young man didn't know what he thought of, he smiled lightly, and there were tiny rays of light in his eyes.

　One more.

　　Huai Huai looked relatively normal in front of him, but in reality he was still a little sick.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)