Chapter 370

"Ha ha, what a nice man's hat is not green. More than Gong Qiao, don't you see Two nights ago, did Jiang Mian enter Zhan Qiyou's room? "

"Ah?" Another girl said in surprise, "is the rumor true? It's said that Jiang mianmianmian has been pestering Zhan Shao for a long time. It's said that she once took the initiative to run to Zhan Shao's room and undressed for work. It seems that it's true. I didn't expect that there are such shameless girls in our class. Zhan Shao's girlfriend is Jiang Li. Jiang Li is so beautiful. How can Zhan Shao look at her... "

The gossip girl slowly shook her head and said deliberately in a meaningful tone, "actually, it's hard to say. At first, she probably didn't look at it. I heard that she took off in front of Zhan Shao and didn't touch anyone else. But after a long time of seduction, how could a man not cheat, especially This woman is still in good shape. At least her chest is Jiang Lida. I was going out to the restaurant at 8 o'clock the day before yesterday when I happened to bump her out of Zhan Shao's suite. I watched her legs shaking. It seemed that she had been working all night! "

The girl who hears the gossip shows a shameful state, "my God, it's too embarrassing But it is also said that although Zhan Shao is handsome, men are not all lower body animals. Maybe Jiang mianmianmian can play well and live well! Ah, wait a minute. It seems that Gong Qiao and Zhan Shao live in the same suite, right

"Yes, isn't it It turned out to be playing 3p. No wonder I saw her face so pale. I guess it was a bit unbearable. After all, two boys are just young. In this way, she may not be really sick. She is too weak to get up. God, I suddenly sympathize with her boyfriend. I flew all the way here. I thought my girlfriend needed to be taken care of when she was ill "I've been squeezed out!"

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The two girls talked and laughed until they got into the elevator.

Zhan Muqian's face behind him is expressionless, but his eyes are unfathomable, as if he is thinking about something.

He walked back to the dining room and sat down as if nothing had happened.

Cotton is bending its head and playing black.

The man reached out and pinched her little nose. "Can't eat, little bastard?"

Mian Mian hurriedly perfunctorily said, "I'm full. When I finish this game, I'll go back to my room and pack."

Zhan Muqian stares at her face, which has hardly touched two people before. He can't help but pick up the fork and feed it to her lips.

Cotton side of the game, while from time to time open mouth, was gentle and generous war chief one mouth to feed a small belly drum.

"Oh, no, I'm really full!" she said

Zhan Muqian's instinct is to take a paper towel to wipe the sauce off her lips. But he can smile and suck her dirty lips.

Cotton cotton stares big eyes, frightened the mobile phone to fall off.

Wipe.

I can't blame her for being too tender.

Although it's not that I haven't kissed, it's a restaurant public place after all.

Zhan Muqian must be crazy.

The chief officer's warm big palm is attached to her waist, holding her waist and her greasy mouth, and unfolds a French kiss with undetermined duration --

some of the tables next door are foreign guests, some of them are students of ginger cotton cotton.

At this time, they looked at each other, which made the dog despairing.