Female CEO's Master

Hilton International Hotel Haishi.

Chu Jiang looked at Xie Qiulu sitting on the bed staring out of the window, but smiled. Although she was a beautiful woman with a high appearance, although she accidentally kissed her, although she seemed to recognize herself.

But in a way, she is always the enemy.

Xie Nan has ignored her life and death, but can she completely ignore her brother?

Next, Qingcheng group and Xie Jia will have a bigger and crueler war. At that time, which side will she choose to stand on?

If you leave her by your side, Chu Jiang always feels that Xie Qiulu is just like *.

In the near future, not only Chu Jiang but also herself will be destroyed.

He stayed with her tonight because he understood that Xie Qiulu needed company at the moment.

Apart from the collapse of love and the betrayal of relatives, she saw at least three dead bodies with their heads blown out in the hot spring today.

If Chu Jiang hadn't been there, when she closed her eyes, three bloody heads must have come to mind.

After all, he had lived and died together. He decided to spend at least one night with him, not too cruel.

The amorous handsome man of Chu is so merciful.

"Do you sleep on the sofa or on the bed?" Xie Qiulu saw Chu Jiang looking at her, turned around and smiled. It seemed that the smell of women fighting just now was spreading.

"Who sleeps on the sofa and doesn't sleep with a big bed? I'm stupid!" Chu Jiang muttered, lying in bed, conveniently pulling a quilt as a barrier.

From Xie Qiulu's tone, Chu Jiang can completely hear that other women don't mind. What are you pretending to be serious.

After Chu Jiang lay down, Xie Qiulu also lay down on the other side of the quilt and conveniently extinguished the light.

In this way, the two men stared at the ceiling, as if they were distracted.

The room is black. Black is the most classic and ambiguous.

At this time, Xie Qiulu suddenly remembered a poem: black, gave me black eyes, but I used it to find light.

Because people often suddenly find out what they need most in the dark.

"We've only known each other for a day, and we've slept together. It's bloody to think about it." Chujiang took the lead in breaking loneliness.

"But in one day, I found that I had nothing except... You." Xie Qiulu was silent for a long time, and finally spoke.

But the man is still separated from her by a quilt.

The distance between the quilts is very short, but it seems very far away.

In the middle of the quilt, there is endless loneliness and melancholy, as well as a trace of helplessness.

Just like homesickness, the distance that seems to be a train ticket or an air ticket is actually the distance of life. Many people have to leave their hometown in order to live.

This quilt is loaded with a lot of helplessness, because it is no longer a quilt, but Li Qiushui, or Ye Qingcheng, or the embodiment of other women.

Xie Qiulu knew very well that if she wanted to surpass this quilt, she had to surpass one or more women first.

"It's all my fault." Chu Jiang's tone was very light, but it also contained apology.

"No, this day always comes. It's better to come late than early." Xie Qiulu sighed softly.

Then she turned around and tried to adapt to the darkness, bringing Chu Jiang into her eyes.

At the moment, she is wearing a bathrobe, and the other clothes have been washed. Of course, there is a vacuum in the bathrobe.

It is undeniable that her figure is so graceful that even lying down does not affect the ups and downs of the curve.

At night, she saw the dark figure of Chu River turning around, and she smelled a strong smell of men.

Suddenly, she also wanted to scold life, because the life full of dog blood and shit seemed to play an international joke on her, which made her lose a lot of things, but she couldn't change anything.

Such things are close in front of you, with only a quilt between them, but it seems very far away.

Near the end of the earth, near the end of the earth!

"I still want to drink." Xie Qiulu said in the dark.

In other words, men drink feeling while women drink loneliness.

Now it sounds reasonable.

After Xie Qiulu finished speaking, she turned on the light without waiting for Chu Jiang to answer. Then she got up slowly and walked towards the wine cabinet.

They live in the presidential suite, of course, with a wine cabinet. It's just that the wine here is more expensive than that outside, but those who can live here don't care about money!

Under the light, Xie Qiulu's graceful figure was completely exposed to Chu Jiang's eyes. The fragrant shoulders were slightly exposed, and the ravines were visible. The radian propped up in front was breathtaking!

If a gust of wind blows, it is enough to see the scenery under the skirt.

"Why do you want to drink?" Chu Jiang pillowed his head with one arm and asked deliberately with a smile.

There are too few people who drink simply for drinking. Everyone has their own reasons.

"Just want to drink, isn't it good?" Xie Qiulu smiled like a flower, poured wine as she spoke, and then went to bed. She sat cross legged across the Chu River, blocking key parts with only her skirt.

"Are you... Not afraid of being drunk by me?" Chu Jiang took the wine and kept his ambiguous smile unchanged.

"No, this sentence should be said by me. Ye Qingcheng drank a glass of red wine before kissing you forcefully, and the strong wind showed itself through the strength of the wine. I..." Xie Qiulu touched the glass with Chu Jiang, drank it in one gulp, and then held Chu Jiang's head in a very domineering manner.

Her attractive lips leaned forward, but what she met was the wine cup in Chu Jiang's hand.

"You have drunk, but I haven't drunk yet." Chu Jiang said with a smile, and then sipped the wine, "the first person who compares a woman to a flower is a genius, and the second person who compares a woman to a flower is a fool."

Chujiang's meaning is that Xie Qiulu has fallen into the rut, and ye Qingcheng is hard on in full view, and now?

"After the nth metaphor, women are still like flowers. After all, there are thousands of kinds of flowers. Even the same kind of flowers have different shapes and lasting appeal. Besides, I just want to make a prelude." Xie Qiulu said more boldly and directly.

After she finished, she filled herself with a glass of wine. It seemed that after another drink, she continued to harden.

Will the prelude be omitted this time?

"It is undeniable that most men think by their lower body most of the time, but... Not every man is like your boyfriend." Chu Jiang said here, hurriedly added, "it's an ex boyfriend."

Xie Qiulu heard the speech, and her hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and almost spilled the red wine on the bed. Then her eyes flashed a trace of gloom, and she continued to look up, gulping, gulping, a glass full of red wine, and drank it in one gulp.

She was going to make a big move after drinking it all at once, but now she was frozen there.

Some red liquor overflowed from the corner of her mouth, flowing down the snow-white neck and straight into the attractive valley below.

Chu Jiang's throat moved with him.

"Then what, hurry... Wipe!" Chu Jiang took out a paper towel and handed it over.

"Wipe what you want, wipe it for me, bitch!" Xie Qiulu didn't have a good airway, and then