Beauty's Devil Guard

In the early winter of this night, the night was very dark. It's as black as the ink in Xiaoyi's old pen studio, and the ink in Anhui She inkstone is as thick and thick.

In the villa, sitting on the sofa with Xia Wei, you and I fell in love for a while. Xiao Yi thought of the conversation between the old secretary Zhang Weimin and himself, and suddenly his face became solemn. Took out his mobile phone, in the hands of flexible rotation. Then, finally it was sliding to unlock and called Zou Yang.

"Is it convenient?" Xiao Yi's speech has always been simple and clear.

In recent days, Zou Yang, who has been uneasy in his heart, hid himself in the toilet of his home and answered in a low voice: "it's convenient. What's the matter?"

"The Wangjiang Pavilion in Jianghai and jiangtan meets at 12 o'clock at night. Is there any problem?" It's not clear on the phone. Xiao Yi thinks he needs to talk to an insider.

"All right."

Hang up the phone, that Zou Yang long breath. As an insider, he is scared these days. He clearly knows that Xiao Yi will find himself one day. When this day finally arrived, Zou Yang relaxed instead.

Xiao Yi is sitting on the sofa and hanging up on the phone. At this moment, looking at the windowsill that thick as ink like night, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Waiting for so long, Xiao Yi has been waiting for the old fox song Xu. However, song Xu has not been out. Xiao Yi has no patience to continue to wait, he decided to take the initiative to attack.

"Ah, how can Yu Qingmei make this play so desolate. She's really engaged in the performance, and the tearful look is pathetic. " Xia Wei, who is watching the TV play starring Yu Qingmei on the sofa, has red eyes and looks pitifully at Xiao Yi.

"It's just a TV play. Why take it seriously?" Xiaoyi gently smile, as completely don't care about the mouth said.

However, Xiao Yi's heart is a slight pain. Does Xiao Yi really care? Over the years, he has been secretly inquiring about all kinds of news about Yu Qingmei. Including the shape of each record of Yu Qingmei, Xiao Yi keeps it in mind. It's just that what happened in those years made Xiao Yimai unable to escape from his heart.

"But it looks really good." Xia Wei pouted her little mouth and said in a low voice: "after watching this episode, my chest hurts."

"Oh, that's OK." Xiao Yi's evil spirit smiles, then looks at Xia Wei's chest, and says: "chest pain doesn't matter, I can help you rub it. It's guaranteed to take immediate effect, no pain but itching. "

"To die." Xia Wei suddenly sat up straight from the sofa, and then a pair of small fists fell on Xiao Yi like raindrops.

It's just that Xia Wei's movements are too big at the moment. With her nightgown, the buttons are not very good. Unconsciously, the button has split.

A trace of amorous feelings, looming.

Xiao Yi eyes a burst of light, mouth thief Xi Xi Xi said: "let the storm come more violent point..."

As a result, Xia Wei's powder fist fell more quickly like a storm.

And customs, more and more prosperous.

Before you know it, the night is getting dark and the morning is coming. Xiao Yi jumps up from the bed and then falls down from the window on the third floor.

Xia Wei on the bed is still sleeping freely, and her white and moving body is enchanting in the night.

Jianghai and jiangtan are famous. Usually, there is a lot of noise and excitement here. Night view, fishing and field artillery are all in this famous place.

To the south of the beach, there is a Wangjiang Pavilion, which is a place for tourists to rest and see the river. However, over the years, there are all kinds of gorgeous and charming women in Wangjiang Pavilion.

Therefore, this pavilion is also named as Yanyu Pavilion. There are all kinds of love affairs here, and most of them are wandering in this area.

Of course, as for the lady Lori, it depends on which car you drive when you come and the price you pay.

That night, Zou Yang stood on the Wangjiang Pavilion. Facing the river water under the vast night, the palm of my hand was in a layer of cold sweat. He has been standing here for two hours, motionless, like a puppet.