The scheming beauty in Quick Travel is flirtatious and wild

Chapter 63 The Ideal Type

Xu Zhihan's heart moved, and she pretended to be envious:

"It's really a pity, then do you still feel heartache when you think of him now?"

A woman and her ex have reached the point where they are talking about marriage, and the ex is still very rich, which man would have no grievances?
Sure enough, Fu Qianbai's face darkened unconsciously, and the game in Gu Xiaozhou's hands no longer tasted good.

In the shadow of the trees, Chu Song's fine bangs blocked his eyebrows and his expression could not be discerned, but the pressure emanating from his body was definitely not pleasant.

Su Luo glanced at Xu Zhihan and said with a half-smile:

"Zhihan, you're going to give me a hard time. If you say you're not heartbroken, wouldn't it make me look too callous?
But if it’s heartache, then it’s just lingering feelings, who dares to choose me..."

She was still swinging on the swing, and her ending tone was playful and melancholy. Not only was it not annoying, but it also conveyed a subtle beauty and naivety.

After saying that, she glanced at Chu Song unintentionally.

But since the three male guests were all in the same row, their eyes inevitably spread to the other two, causing Fu Qianbai and Gu Xiaozhou to start thinking again.

The game between men and women is so mysterious that as long as one party shows an attitude, the other party will willingly add a filter, ignore the topic itself, and even be unaware that the concept has been changed.

Su Luo's magnanimity had already made their hearts return to their stomachs, followed by even stronger interest.

From another perspective, being pursued by such a high-quality man shows that this woman is charming enough to fully satisfy the man's desire to conquer.

Xu Zhihan was shocked and her eyes instantly turned red:

"Luoluo, don't get me wrong. I never meant to make things difficult for you. If you don't want to say it, just don't say it. After all, who hasn't clicked through yet?"

She looked panicked, like a child who had been wronged.

As if not wanting to destroy the harmonious atmosphere among everyone, Xu Zhihan turned her gaze directly to Chu Song and smiled sweetly without waiting for Su Luo to explain:
"Chu Song, what is your ideal type?"

Everyone could tell that from the very beginning, this man revolved around him.

She must be his ideal type.

As long as the characteristics he describes have her shadow, the focus of the topic will fall back on himself, which will also cause trouble for Su Luo.

However, she had a good plan, but she didn't expect that Chu Song didn't look at her.

Under the golden branches of late autumn, he was leaning against the tree trunk with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing white clothes and black trousers, black hair and black eyes, looking lazy and noble.

As if thinking of something, he suddenly lowered his eyes and curled his thin lips:
"Women with delicate earlobes are beautiful."

Everyone was startled.

Xu Zhihan touched her earlobe, and Yun Duoduo took out a small mirror and looked at it. After looking at her own, she curiously stretched out her hand to lift the long hair of the person next to her, and then said in surprise:
"Su Luo, why are your ears so red?"

Everyone looked at her in unison.

Su Luo's heart tightened, and she instinctively glanced at the man not far away, and looked into his dark pupils.

Chu Song looked back quietly, with an imperceptible smile in his eyes.

She hurriedly withdrew her gaze, rubbed her itchy ears, and coughed lightly:
"I drank too much red wine."

Seeing that her neck was a little red, Yun Duoduo had no doubts. She looked at Gu Xiaozhou opposite and said curiously:

"Where's your ideal type?"

Gu Xiaozhou was suddenly called upon. He quickly glanced at Su Luo and then suddenly withdrew his gaze.

But because Su Luo and Yun Duoduo were sitting very close to each other, Yun Duoduo only thought that he was looking at her.

Her heart moved, and she was vaguely looking forward to his answer, but she was also afraid of breaking the window paper and breaking their current harmonious state.

To be on the safe side, she still teased the two brothers in a friendly tone:

"Hahahaha, Gu Xiaozhou's ideal type should be a mobile phone, right? Even if the world ends, you should bring a charger with you."

Hearing this, Gu Xiaozhou's face stopped blushing, and he gave her a big eye roll in response, automatically turning on the mutual hostility mode:
"Why do you look like my mother? My mother always says the same thing about me."

The clouds suddenly exploded.

Gu Xiaozhou stopped paying attention to her and looked at Su Luo as if he had no intention of doing so and asked:

"…how about you?"

He hid it well, and Su Luo didn't notice anything strange. She just smiled politely:
"I like men with nice fingers."

As soon as she finished speaking, the three men looked at their hands in unison, unable to grasp her aesthetic point at all.

If it was a mermaid line on the skin color and abdominal muscles, then they would still understand, but hands?They all have ten fingers, big and hard. What kind of fingers look good?
The girls group on the other side is more united than ever.Yun Duoduo: "It's so important to have good-looking fingers! Dribbling, playing the guitar, clicking the mouse, they all look good!!!"

Xu Zhihan: "There are also flipping through books, swiping the screen, and playing games."

Yun Duoduo: "Hey, you're not so pretentious."

Xu Zhihan: "..."

Yun Duoduo looked at Su Luo again, Grapevine's big eyes sparkling:

"What do you think is the most handsome thing about a man's hands?"

Hearing her ask this, for some reason, the image of someone's wet fingers touching her suddenly appeared in Su Luo's mind.

All of a sudden, I was blushing from head to toe.

Fortunately, the lights were dim, and no one noticed her abnormality. She quickly restrained her mind, her voice trembling:
"Just, I feel pretty cool when I grab the strap of my schoolbag."

This answer was completely misinterpreted in the ears of others, and everyone began to brainstorm.

Gu Xiaozhou suddenly realized: It turns out that she likes top students.

Fu Ganbai frowned: Does she like young, schoolboy boys?

Xu Zhihan's face remained the same, but she was disdainful in her heart: To create a pure character by remembering the green campus atmosphere?
Yun Duoduo was in a trance: College style? cosplay?
Chu Song looked down at the white shirt he was wearing and curled his lips calmly.

She had no idea what they were thinking.

She will never forget that at the airport, at the critical moment, when she couldn't hold on anymore and was about to let go, Xie Xun fiercely grabbed the strap of the schoolbag of the female student.

The veins on his strong arms bulge, looking inexplicably sexy.

"Are there any other characteristics that would make you excited?"

Fu Qianbai guessed that since he was older, he had no advantage on this topic, so he interrupted the conversation quietly.

Su Luo's eyes flashed:
"Tattoos, scars, and birthmarks are all quite mysterious. Hmm... I've seen that kind of crescent-shaped one before. It's very special."

After a pause, she seemed curious inadvertently:

"Do you have any?"

Her eyes were brighter than ever, and she seemed particularly interested in this issue.

The autumn wind blew her long hair and slid across her face. She looked at them without blinking, and her breath was held unconsciously.

However, Gu Xiaozhou looked confused, Fu Qianbai looked confused, and Chu Song simply shook his head.

Su Luo's eyes were like a broken light bulb, dimming visibly to the naked eye. She was no longer in the mood to talk at night, so she made an excuse and went back to the bedroom.

After taking a bath, she lay on the bed and stared at the chandelier above her head in a daze. She was still tossing and turning until the other two girls lay down and fell asleep.

Are they not her strategy targets?
So who is it?

At around one o'clock in the morning, she was so depressed that she couldn't sleep at all, so she quietly went downstairs into the kitchen, opened the cupboard, and took out the red wine she had not finished drinking during the day.

So, when Chu Song went downstairs to drink water in his pajamas, he saw a slender figure nestled in the sofa beside the floor-to-ceiling windows in the empty hall.

Hearing the noise, she slowly raised her head buried between her knees.

The thin nightgown clung to her calves, her black hair covered a large piece of snowy back, her thick long eyelashes seemed to have absorbed ink, and her wet eyes stared at him for an instant.

Seeing that her cheeks were flushed and she was obviously very drunk, Chu Song frowned and stepped forward to pick up the empty wine bottle lying on the carpet.

After a moment of hesitation, he bent down and put his arms under her knees. Just as he was about to lift her up the stairs, she pulled him away.

Caught off guard, she pushed him hard.

The sofa cushion collapsed, followed by the sinking of the body, and the burning fragrance of the woman covered the sky and the sky.

Chu Song's heart tightened, and he subconsciously glanced at the extinguished camera lights around him.

When he turned around, he saw her unbuttoning his pajamas without any method, with an anxious and eager expression. But the more anxious she became, the harder it was to unbutton him. For a moment, she was so anxious that she wanted to cry.

"you--"

He held her hot little hand, raised his head, and met her watery eyes.

In the darkness, her voice was soft and hoarse:
"Let me see, okay?"

　(○｀3′○) Let her see! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)