Honey love 101 times: baby, be obedient!

As soon as he entered the box, Nanqiao put away all his emotions and showed a perfect smile. "Yu Dao, Mr. Chen, Hello, I'm Nanqiao..."

Several men on the table burst into laughter. "Miss Nanqiao..."

Nanqiao fought his life, poured himself wine until he vomited, and finally won the role.

She held the marble wash stand in her hands, looked up at herself in the make-up mirror, and scolded those investors a hundred times in her heart.

Finally, it was more comfortable. Nanqiao patted himself in the face and shook out of the bathroom.

As soon as she opened the door, a pair of black handmade leather shoes came into her eyes. Under the influence of alcohol, Nanqiao's brain was a little slow. She blinked and then slowly raised her eyes.

"Song Yang, what do you want to do standing at the door of the women's toilet?" Nanqiao frowned and asked.

With a cigarette in his hand, Song Yang took a hard puff, then twisted it out on the garbage can, stood up straight, looked at her, and didn't answer the rhetorical question, "Nanqiao, you fight so hard, you don't care about your body, what is it for?"

Nanqiao raised his foot and walked in front of him, saying, "you don't care what I do for, but it's not for you."

Song Yang pulled the corners of his lips, looked sad and said in a suppressed voice, "I won't let you do this for me."

Nanqiao's eyelashes trembled slightly. He didn't want to be so tangled any more. He stepped up and disappeared at the corner in a few seconds.

It's one o'clock to leave Xile. Nanqiao doesn't want to worry about Nanpa, so she sends a text message saying that a friend will send her back. Nanpa agrees, provided she gets home in an hour.

South Bridge speechless look at the sky, looking at, the body involuntarily toward the side to plant.

The soul is still alive and the body is dead, which is probably the state.

Although South Bridge wants to fall from the sky, a handsome man catches her, but no handsome man appears.

Nanqiao is not particularly disappointed. At least, there is a chair beside it. It doesn't need to hurt.

She leaned back on the chair like a dead fish and continued to look up at the sky.

"Ah, Nan."

A magnetic voice suddenly sounded. Nanqiao squinted and turned to look at it.

Ying Mu Yao's evil face appeared in his eyes without warning. The charming smile of his lips stimulated Nanqiao instantly.

She a pair of ate excrement of facial expression, curl a mouth to disgust of move an eye.

Ying Mu Yao's face darkened and strode past with his pocket. He stood in front of the South Bridge and looked down at her, with a cold voice. "What's your expression, Nan?"

"What's wrong with the look of shit?"

May be the reason for drinking, Nanqiao a lot of courage, eyes almost provocative.

Ying Mu Yao's jaw was tight, and he glared at her viciously, forcing a sentence from his teeth: "if you have the ability to say it again."

Nanqiao rolled his eyes, stood up directly from the chair, pushed him with both hands, and cried, "I'll say again what's wrong, Ying muyao, are you bothered? Can you stop appearing in front of me?"

When Mu Yao was unprepared, she pushed him back several steps, and then he stood still. When he looked at her again, he was even more angry. He strode over and pushed her as hard as he could. "The one surnamed Nan gives you confidence in front of me!"

Nanqiao flopped down and sat on the chair again. The bones seemed to be broken. In the sight, it was inexplicably foggy.

Her hands were clenched at the edge of the bench, her head low and her whole body shaking.