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"Director, Lin Xianyu can't get through his mobile phone."

The staff was embarrassed.

"What's going on? I haven't seen anyone for a few days, and I haven't squeaked. Shouldn't something happen?" The director said, walking around irritably.

The feast not far away spread out his hands, and the costumers let him arrange the sleeves for him. Hearing this, a glimmer of dark light passed under his eyes.

The director suddenly realized that he waved his hand, "Hurry, call Lin Lang."

After a while, Lin Lang came with a stack of documents in his hand, "Brother Kuan, do you call me?"

"What's going on with that little guy in your family? Missing it?"

Lin Lang acted briefly, understatement, "Maybe it's a bad mood."

"Then you can coax him." The director said.

She smiled lowly, and Yu Guang seemed to pass by the man beside her.

"Not qualified anymore."

"what?"

The director scratched his head without understanding.

"Brother Kuan, we broke up." Lin Lang unexpectedly calmed down.

The banquet narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Break up? Wait, don't you, break up?" The director's face was covered in circles, "It's so decent, how come, that's it?"

Does he remember the two of them being pretty good? One willing to fight, one willing to suffer, is simply a perfect match.

"Maybe, I may not be suitable for him." Lin Lang lowered his eyes, covering the flowing eyes, and rarely showed a trace of fragility. The director's scalp exploded in an instant, the big man was helpless, he really wouldn't coax people, his wife told him to coax the crying daughter, the director would only scare her from crying.

"Or, brother, give you a break, take a break?"

The director spoke carefully.

He said why it was good, Lin Lang suddenly became ill, the time was so coincident, it turned out to be because of this matter.

"No, I'm much better."

Lin Lang shook his head, the appropriate weakness is enough, without adding more trouble.

She did the work meticulously and did not drive back until late at night.

On the way, as soon as a phone rang, she glanced away at random and answered.

A male voice came across, "Hello, uh, is it the Big Devil?"

"……I'm."

"That's it. Your friend is now in the Nine Degrees Bar. He, uh, is a little drunk, can you see if you can come here?"

The bar manager let out a sigh of relief from the other party and let the bartender look at the guests in front of him.

The boy has a delicate face that is harmless to humans and animals, with a young sheep's breath all over him, and the crowd next to him is about to move.

The manager looked a bit like his brother who was in the college entrance examination. He couldn't bear it and didn't want something bad to happen, so he made this call in a lot of business. To his surprise, this number, which was remarked as "Big Devil", turned out to be a female with a mature and **** voice.

Soon the manager saw the true face of the big devil.

Most of the boys and girls are in the bar. Although they are well-dressed, the aura can't fool people. There is a sense of sight when they steal adult clothes.

Unlike this one, stepping on a three-inch high-heeled style, walking in style and style.

Some young boys opened their eyes one after another, and some deliberately whistled as she passed by.

Lin Lang didn't look, and went straight to the bar.

"Wake up."

Her voice was cold, "Go back to sleep if you want to sleep."

The young man's head was buried in his arms, as if he heard it, he swallowed his head slowly. Half of his face was buried in his sleeves, and his apricot eyes were round and delicate like glass balls. Due to the rising alcohol, his eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist.

He stared blankly at the people, and quickly crossed a surprise in a daze.

"... Are you going to ... take Ayu home?"

The question was so humble, weak and vague.

Like a puppy who has been wandering on the street for a long time, wanting to get close, but also cowardly because of a dirty fluff.

"He banquet allows you to come to this place?"

Lin Lang avoided his hopeful gaze and turned to mention another person.

The teenager opened his misty eyes and stubbornly asked, "Are you going to take me home?"

"No."

Crush all expectations in one sentence.

Lin Lang clearly saw the fire in his eyes extinguish.

He snorted, turned his head, and grabbed the cold glass goblet with his fingers, tight, protruding edges poking into the palm.

A slender hand was clenched, she leaned down slightly, her hair fell on his arm, and the familiar fragrance penetrated into her nose, only to hear her say indifferently, "Ice beer hurts the stomach, don't ruin her body. Late, you should go back. The director is waiting for you to go back to filming. "

"What about you?" He asked suddenly.

"What am I?"

The teenager bit his soft lips. "You ... didn't miss me?"

Lin Lang turned his head, "I thought, we have broken up, this kind of words should not be from your mouth." Suddenly, continued, "I still have work tomorrow, just come to remind you, you do not want to go back It's your business. "

She withdrew her hand and actually turned around and left.

"Boom--"

The glass knocked **** the table.

Wine splash.

With a pain in her lower back, she was tightly encircled by her hands, and the hot and humid breath rushed through her thin cloth onto her skin, creating tiny sensitive particles.

"No permission to leave."

"I won't let you go."

He murmured, arrogant and self-willed.

The cheeks are dyed like peach blossoms, and the bright lip color bite is beautiful.

Lin Lang wanted to pull apart, the teenager hugged tighter.

The teenager twisted his thin waist and kissed her side hand in an extremely sultry gesture, licking from the ankle to the shoulder, again like some kind of eager pleasing.

Lin Lang looked at him coldly until he stood up and bit her ear on the side.

Young Young Rou stripped off the hair on her shoulder, his fingertips were stained with cold beer, and melted into the tenderness of his lips and teeth.

The friction is lingering and gentle.

Lin Lang did not respond.

He seemed to be aware of it, as if he was not aware of it, kissed her in a dreadful manner over and over again.

Want to kiss until her heart is soft.

"Is the banquet teaching you to kiss like this?"

Lin Lang Snake's skill in mastering the seven-inch skill is simmering.

"It seems that he taught you well."

Her unpredictable words made him fall into the ice cave, his hands and feet suddenly stiff.

Lin Lang saw that she was still, she lowered her head and pulled her belt out of Lin Xianyu's palm.

She turned and left again, walked a few steps, stopped, turned sideways, and said something seemingly irrelevant, "I used to have a favorite retro lace-up red dress, which was given to me by my brother. Gifts, I have always put it down, and I don't want to wear it. Until one day, my roommate was dating, she borrowed the soft and hard foam. The roommate's skeleton was wider than mine, and it took only a day to wear it. "

Lin Lang said lightly, "Later I threw this skirt. The distress is true, but it is not suitable. I will never force myself. After all, no matter how I have no money, a new skirt can still be afforded."

After a few words, the teenager was beaten up again by her.

Ben's drunken, flushed cheeks suddenly climbed pale.

She thought he was dirty.

She really doesn't want him anymore.

In the blurry eyes of tears, Lin Lang's figure disappeared in the revolving door.

The young man lost his soul and seemed to be exhausted, sitting on a chair.

A group of sisters next to them felt itchy and unbearable. Looking at this small skin and tender meat, such a pitiful side, I wished to hug me and love them. Seeing Lin Lang really didn't come back, the woman headed thought, the opportunity came. She gave a glance at the sisters, and a group of people surrounded him in a secret manner.

The young man looked like a delicate string puppet, did not resist, and followed them dumbly.

The manager wanted to remind, but the headed woman gave him a hard look, he hesitated and gave up.

The banquet received a text message, the text message owner is still his rival, Xi Linlang.

There is no nonsense above, it shows a detailed address, or a local bar. He was tight-hearted, and he didn't care about the director shouting behind him. He drove to the area in costume and didn't reach the door. He saw the women walking away, and surrounded by them, a beautiful and clean teenager, He stumbled away, his eyes apathetic.

The banquet will naturally not watch Lin Xianyu suffer, he shot.

Not only were the women unattractive and unusable, they ran away in a few rounds.

The unsupported teenager leaned back against the wall, and the slime slid slowly.

"How are you all right?"

The banquet wanted to help him. With a snap, he hit him clearly and conveyed a strong message of rejection.

He endured and endured, thinking of the other party's indifference these days, when has he been treated so coldly at his banquet?

The long-lost resentment finally broke out.

"Lin Xianyu, can you not be so cheap? People just think you are sleeping with me, it's not clean, you have no dignity, and you put it on without knowing shame--"

"Boom!"

The harsh sound awakened the cat sleeping in the end of the alley and screamed and walked away.

The feast hadn't responded yet. His knee hurt, and he slammed into the wall behind him.

The strong **** smell spread.

The severe pain caused the feast to sweat coldly, clenching his teeth.

"Mr. Feng is enough to teach?"

The boy flicked the blood beads of the folding knife, and the silver light suddenly passed over his face, adding a bit of ghostly charm.

The feast shrank, "Are you drunk?"

"Is this important?" The teenager shook his body and stood up against the wall slowly. His voice was in line with the juvenile's clarity, and with a hint of softness, it didn't sound threatening at all. "I want to be drunk in front of whom is my freedom."

The folding saber that stabbed the feast touched the skin of his chin again, cold.

The teenager bent over to look at him, and his hair was soft and covered his eyebrows, as clean and clear as he first saw, "Mr. Feng, I think you are a bit cheaper. It ’s not enough to be pressed once, and I still begged for a second time. . "

The banquet heard his own blood flow faster.

He was supposed to be angry, but the moment he looked up, his anger disappeared completely.

The young man was condescending and glanced at him contemptuously.

The little red mole at the end of the eye is very strange.