Race on the Head of the Ex [Rebirth]

In a blink of an eye, it was June, when He Qingqi went back to school to prepare for the end of the semester. The second semester of the sophomore had already asked him to shoot his own works. He Qingqi took a few people to form a team, and the finished product was still used by the teacher in the college. What a compliment, and a little bit of the limelight in the school because of the professional level.

The web drama that Zhuo Zhiwei participated in has received rave reviews. Although the performance is still young, it reveals an indescribable spirit. After several months of fermentation, the popularity has faintly overwhelmed Tao Jinghan. Various announcements followed.

When they got busy, they hadn't seen each other for two months. The popularity of the web drama made Zhuo Zhiwei a little uncontrollable, and his desire to stand in the sun and hold hands almost broke through his chest. So I made an appointment with He Qingqi to meet at four o'clock today to discuss related matters to the public.

Zhuo Zhiwei came back early today, took a one-hour nap, and was trapped in the soft big bed, with the familiar shampoo smell lingering around him. He slept very comfortably, and the corners of his lips felt unconsciously. Up.

She looked at her watch and it was only two o'clock. It’s not surprising that I want to come to He Qingqi’s school for a small star like her, and it’s normal to visit the school as a good friend. Zhuo Zhiwei made a prompt decision and called his assistant.

She wanted He Qingqi to see her as soon as possible.

Not long after, Zhuo Zhiwei's nanny car stopped at the gate of He Qingqi's school.

Although many people cast their curious eyes, they are not like being outside, which can cause congestion at every turn. Zhuo Zhi warmed the corners of his lips, remembering that He Qingqi did not have classes this afternoon, and he told himself that he would like to go. The classroom, so I found people unimpeded all the way.

Daylight poured in through the window, and the light fell on the ground. The man's head was slightly lowered, with a book in his hand, but his hair became golden, a little too brilliant.

Zhuo Zhi breathed slightly, and missed a beat in his heartbeat. He unconsciously let go of his steps, for fear of disturbing the person in front of him.

But there was one person who didn't care. She moved her lotus steps gently, the hem of her cheongsam swayed, and the sound of high heels slowly stepped on the classroom, and finally stood in front of He Qingqi's eyes.

A shadow blocked the light in front of her. He Qingqi closed the book and looked up suspiciously. He saw a beautiful girl who was completely strange to her.

She wore a dark red cheongsam with shoulders and waist. The self-cultivation cheongsam outlines the unevenness. She is a rare good figure. The corners of her lips are slightly raised, and she has a careless and charming style: "Senior Qingqi."

He Qingqi was taken aback for a moment and put down the SLR: "What's the matter?" Looking up like this, she would see her chest unconsciously. He Qingqi stood up and took a step back, adhering to the principle of seeing no evil. He added another sentence: "Do we know each other?"

"You don't know me." The girl half-squinted her eyes, a smile between her lips, a charming smile: "But I know you."

"So, what's the matter?" He Qingqi's words already seemed a bit unkind.

The girl's face froze, and she was annoyed for a moment. When she grows up, with her looks, figure, and personality, she has never been disadvantaged. It is really unusual to talk to her in a tone like He Qingqi.

But another thought, He Qingqi is a woman, and a capable woman. She returned to normal again, and she couldn't help cursing herself secretly. When checking He Qingqi's information these days, she always made subtle remarks, making her subconsciously think that the other party likes women.

All expression changes occurred in an instant, as if she was not affected by He Qingqi's attitude at all. She smiled and said, "I want to ask you for a favor."

help? He Qingqi had some doubts, did not refuse, but did not agree, "What is busy?"

"I would like to ask you to help me shoot a group of private houses. You are so good at making movies. It shouldn't be difficult to take a group of photos." She said frankly, "I want to record my youth, my youth..."

Take a private house? Still flesh/body? The temperature in Zhuo Zhiwei's eyes gradually cooled down, and his fingers were lightly grasped, his cold eyes seemed to have been caught in the bed.

With a cold face, she interrupted stiffly: "Needless to say, she disagrees."

The girl was stunned. Just a little angrily, she wanted to turn around and ask her which green onion it was. She saw a pair of jet-black eyes, dark and dull, but they looked so unreasonable.

That face was more beautiful than the ones on TV, faintly revealing the innocence of the moon, she held her head slightly, and there was a kind of supreme queen fan.

The girl lost her usual tiredness and was a little surprised: "Zhuo, Zhuo Zhiwei?"

She reacted again, twisting her eyebrows, and said displeased: "Even if you are her friend, you can't refuse others for her. I didn't make any excessive requests."

Zhuo Zhiwei watched her earnestly, and said every word: "You have." A sleeping volcano was hidden deep in her heart. She gritted her teeth and couldn't restrain her jealousy.

He Qingqi couldn't help jumping for joy as soon as he saw her, his eyes were bright, and he wanted to say nothing.

This is outside, she can't be too obvious.

Hearing what the girl said, she turned her head, with a serious look of the same paragraph: "She can."

When the two people sang and got together, the girl was so angry that Qiqiao was so angry that she couldn't help her face. This was not a difficult task. She came to He Qingqi because she was well-known in school recently, and on the other hand, she also considered that she was a girl. Moreover, if she was rejected normally, she would probably only find someone else regretfully, but what are these two people singing together?

It's really shameful.

She reluctantly smiled twice: "Forget it, I'll go find someone else."

As soon as I left the classroom, I posted my experience editing on Weibo.

Now there are only two of them in the classroom. He Qingqi happily grabbed Zhuo Zhiwei's waist: "Weiwei! Why are you here! I thought I could see you at four o'clock!"

Zhuo Zhi snorted slightly, a bit of yin and yang: "I disturbed you, right?" Although he saw that He Qingqi didn't know the girl, he was still a little angry about it. When she was away, He Qingqi was next to him. How many rotten peach blossoms are there?

He Qingqi blinked, then laughed, his voice clear and greasy: "Weiwei, you are jealous."

Zhuo Zhiwei snorted again and turned to leave.

He Qingqi hurriedly hugged her from behind and kissed her auricle: "So Wei Wei, stop getting angry, can you see me? It's been so long, don't you miss me?"

As soon as Zhuo Zhiwei said this, he was wronged, and he pushed He Qingqi a little bit: "You still said, if I don't want you, I won't come over to find you, but what did you show me?"

She briefly grabbed He Qingqi's ears, trying to forcefully but reluctantly: "You said, if I wasn't there just now, did you agree to her?"

"I'm wrong!" He Qingqi said with a bitter face: "I just asked her completely out of politeness, and it was also out of politeness that I didn't interrupt her. I wouldn't say anything to her. "

He Qingqi suddenly thought of something, blinked, and hugged Zhuo Zhiwei like a cowhide again, breathing ambiguously beside her ear: "Or, can I take a picture of you?"

"After we finish it, we will shoot again." She hinted maliciously.

Zhuo Zhi sneered slightly: "Okay, but I have to come today."

The sky gradually became gloomy, and the oncoming sea breeze dried the heat diffused in the city, causing pedestrians to unconsciously add a coat.

He Qingqi went the other way. She took herself off clean, as did the person next to her. The enthusiasm continued to evaporate in the room, and there was a hazy breathing, like a mist. .

She leaned her head back in the bathtub, her legs bent on each side, and the bath water had already been drained. It was slightly damp and she didn't know what it was.

Zhuo Zhiwei was thin and thin, and when he buried his head, his shoulder blades were particularly obvious and beautiful.

He Qingqi stroked his eyes obsessively, frowned, and sighed slightly: "Heavier..."

Zhuo Zhiwei's figure paused before lowering his head more intently.

He Qingqi's hand followed the shoulder blades, slowly and lowly rubbed to the neck, his fingertips poked on the top of the floor, and then to the hair.

She pushed her waist up slightly, and the bathtub was a little hard, making her legs a little bit painful. In this scene, she seemed a little impatient.

Zhuo Zhi raised his head slightly, licked his moist lips, raised her turbulent eyes and smiled at He Qingqi. He Qingqi's heartbeat couldn't help but stagnate for a moment, especially when he saw the large expanse of white snow.

She squeezed the edge of the bathtub, her lips were closing, Zhuo Zhi looked down, and the corners of her lips were faintly proud.

"Why, can't help it?"

He Qingqi stared directly at her and admitted without hesitation: "I can't help it."

Zhuo Zhi was stunned for a moment. He obviously didn't expect her to be so happy. He looked at her with hinting eyes, but he avoided the line of sight unconsciously, and his cheeks fainted pink.

She bit her lip in shame: "You, what are you talking about!"

He Qingqi learned her speed: "Say, say I like you so much!"

As soon as the voice fell, she grabbed Zhuo Zhiwei’s wrist and let her fall on her body. Four long, equally white legs were entangled, and the domineering and manic kiss impatiently landed on Zhuo Zhiwei’s body. .

He Qingqi's slender hand opened and rubbed against her little baby. She increased her tone and urged: "Sister, my good sister, will you be better soon? Qiqi miss! Still waiting... "

Zhuo Zhiwei's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and she tilted her head in confusion, and saw her lips pressed against her earlobe. This scene seemed a bit familiar, and she didn't know where it was buried in the memory.

Before she could think about it, He Qingqi panted and turned away from the guest, whispering in her ear: "I'm still waiting to cry you."

"Hey, baby, hook my waist."

Zhuo Zhiwei's heartbeat jumped twice, and her consciousness suddenly returned to the cage. She opened her eyes wide and recalled how she was unknowingly being pressed again. She clearly said okay...

"He Qingqi!" She stared at the man aggrievedly.

He pushed away He Qingqi, wrapped himself in a bath towel, walked proudly with his long legs, and left.

Only He Qingqi was left alone, eager to cry without tears: "Weiwei, you come back, I can't get enough..."

She "snorted": "You can solve it yourself."

He Qingqi: "???"

Unbearable, He Qingqi raised his eyebrows, then took his long legs, hugged Zhuo Zhiwei from behind in three or two steps, and the two fell on the bed together.

Zhuo Zhiwei screamed briefly: "Ah!"

The man turned over and pressed him under him, looking at the man's pretty eyebrows, but suddenly he felt relieved and relaxed.

She half raised her eyelids and smiled: "Didn't you ask you to solve it yourself?"

He Qingqi shrugged his nose and leaned down. The tip of their nose touched the tip of their nose, throbbing inexplicably, and the feeling in their heart hooked the unabated body reaction intensified.

He Qingqi kept his eyes secretly: "It doesn't count for you to say it."