Chapter 435 The National Sister of the Film and Television Tycoon (33)

Lu Zikai walked out of the bathroom and saw her sleeping sideways, and the beautiful outline was looming under the lamp.

He took a deep breath and went out.

The steward came over, "Young Master, what is your order?"

Lu Zikai shook his head. "I went to the room to sleep."

The butler hesitated, just what to say.

Lu Zikai had a long leg and had gone to sleep in the room.

However, after two hours, in the middle of the night, Lu Zikai hung two dark circles, holding a pillow and cold face and returned to his room.

He recognized the bed.

The bed in the room smells wrong, the quilt is wrong, and the mattress is not right.

Most importantly, he has become accustomed to the unique soft aroma of Bai Weiwei.

Same as poisoning.

Lu Zikai lay down on the bed, she slept on the side, did not come over.

He folded his hands behind his head and looked at her slender back.

Still too thin, although the mirror is good-looking, but it is light in the hand, there is no weight.

More supplements are healthy.

He looked at it and his body began to heat up again.

But I just can't bear to move my body and go to the room.

It’s squatting here and the room is squatting.

But here...

Lu Zikai took a deep breath and was faintly soft and sweet.

The rooms are only empty and the air is cold.

The same is insomnia, he still chooses to sleep here.

For fear that he would become a beast, Lu Zikai had to take his mobile phone to divert attention.

He glanced at the circle of friends, and someone still gave him a message to see his sister.

He is cold and black.

In such a short time, he almost blacked out most of his circle of friends.

Those who dare to marry his sister's paper are spicy chickens.

He does not make friends with spicy chicken.

After pulling a few black people, he quit and went on Weibo.

Even if it is late at night, Weibo is still in the carnival.

The first hot search is the "flowers and dreams" official announcement.

The heat of the second brushed out the news, I don’t know how many times.

Super director Xiao Yi.

The genius of the comeback.

There is also a super flow star.

It’s all hot search bombs, bustling like a dream official, and the fun is about the same as the New Year.

Lu Zikai used to be familiar with these things. He took a boring look at the message from the official blog. It was still normal at the beginning.

Most of them are happy that he is willing to come back to make a movie.

But gradually, the message is not right.

——

"Is there a face with a green tea sister?"

"It's really worthy."

"I thought that the green tea sister didn't have acting skills, but I saw the official announcement and felt good."

——

Lu Zikai pulled his face up and saw the latest official announcement was the co-production of Anshen and Bai Weiwei.

On the huge red drum, Bai Weiwei red dress white, thin and long fingers, holding peach blossoms, clever smiles and looked at the emperor under the drum.

Anshen wore a black robe, brushed his hair, pale and weak emperor, eyes full of affection, kneeling on the side of the drum.

The huge impact of black and red.

It is simply the feeling of oil painting.

Indeed, with a face.

In the eyes of Lu Ziyan, the temperature went cold and the coldness of the silk was heard.

He took the phone and only felt that the liver in his body was getting stronger and stronger, but she suddenly turned over and spread her hair on his arm.

Lu Zikai's body is a little stiff, only that she is close at hand, soft breathing, blowing in his ear.

He should push her away.

But the fingers reached halfway, and her thin, white calf rested on his lap.

The creamy touch of the skin is so fascinating.

Lu Zikai is completely afraid to move.

(End of this chapter)