Shang Xiao was held against the dark wall of the porch by a shoulder-high girl in front of him. Her breath was tense and hot, and she held his wrist against the wall and stood on tiptoe to kiss the man's cool neck. Pausing for a few seconds, as if testing the edge of his patience, she nibbled cautiously. Shang Xiao was stunned. A moment later, his eyelids drooped and he was silent. It is extremely indulgent, allowing her to be unscrupulous. His unbound free left hand was slightly raised, and the black hand rope was exposed a little at the cuff. He stroked the long hair of the girl who bit his neck and laughed in a dumb voice. Do you have an obsession with it? “……” Feeling that kind of helpless indulgence, the girl's cheeks were red, her breath was soft and hot in the gap between her lips and neck, and her voice was low and light. I have an obsession with you. "How obsessed are you?" “…………” Soho blushed, clenched the fingertips of his wrist more tightly, and whispered, "You asked yourself, don't regret it." Shang Xiao smiled dumbly. I don't regret it. Soho plucked up his courage,industrial racking systems, climbed up the man's thin broad shoulder with the other hand, and kissed him along his sharp jaw line. At this time. In the living room facing the porch, Ji Anan walked out holding the phone. Brother Wang, you're kidding. How could Xiao Shen be in my boss? Epilogue twist. Soho hurriedly looked sideways and saw Ji Anan staring at the two of them. The author has something to say: Ji Anan: What? Brother Wang, did you lose your Xiao Shen? Ha ha ha! How could he be at my boss's house! A few seconds after staring at the dog. Ji Anan (expressionless): Sorry,drive in racking system, Brother Wang, your artist is now in my boss's bed (X 65, Chapter 65 Chapter 65 The courage that Soho had just mustered was like a balloon with a hole in it, and it was gone with a whoosh. She hurriedly loosened the man who was pressed by herself in front of the wall, and even missed the glimmer of light in his dark eyes between the broken hair that was slightly lowered and hung down to cover his forehead. Soho was embarrassed and flustered, but on his face he was holding on to the appearance of a group of people who pretended to be steady. She pointed to the man in front of her, who was only a few inches away, and laughed. Well, Xiao Shen, the road, heavy duty cantilever racks ,mobile racking systems, passing by. Ji Anan: "…" Spend an afternoon across more than half of a city through hundreds of kilometers-passing by? Ji Anxin was so tired that he even lost the desire to refute. Her expression stiffened for more than ten seconds. Ji Anan turned back and wiped her face painfully. Then she turned and walked back as if she hadn't seen anything. And Soho has no one in the field of vision, the living room came back to plan Ann to the other end of the phone perfunctory laughter: "Ha, ha ha.." Nothing, nothing.. Question: Brother Wang, if the boss has news of Xiao Shen, I will tell you at the first time. “……” Soho breathed a sigh of relief and turned around. Just a pair of men slightly down the pressure of the dark eyes, Soho suddenly remembered, she breathed a little early to relax. What did she do a few seconds ago? Be sure to sum up. It was as if she had heroically pressed Shang Xiao on the wall of her own porch and clasped his wrist to "indecently assault" him. The "Phoenix" crew's finishing party can be said to be a disaster caused by drunkenness; the "Burning Snow" audition scene can also find an excuse to "get into the play"; this time.. “。” Soho's face is slightly tight, seemingly calm, but actually a group of people who are in a panic. Perhaps the girl's evasive eyes still failed to escape the eyes of Shang Xiao, if he had some insight, the fundus of those aroused emotions a little bit suppressed. A moment later, Shang Xiao lowered his eyes and smiled. I don't regret it. You regret it? Soho live show what is called dead quail mouth hard: "I, I have nothing to regret." "It's okay to regret." “？” Hearing the unexpected answer, Soho looked up at the other side. Before her eyes touched her, her head had been gently rubbed. You've been waiting for me for a long time. It's my turn to wait for you. “……！” The string of Soho's heartbeat was plucked heavily and trembled silently in his chest. Soho's eyes also rose and fell, but she was soon pressed back by herself. The topic was tied to her little thoughts that she didn't want to show even in front of this person, so she just wanted to change the subject at this time. Out of the corner of Soho's eye, he happened to see the black hand rope on the man's slightly raised left hand. This hand rope, Sister Guo said. Let me persuade you not to wear it yet. A little tongue twister came out softly from Soho. Do you think so? "Because there are a lot of people checking on the Internet, Sister Guo is worried." In the middle of Soho's speech, he found that the other side did not ask "why". Soho raised her eyes unexpectedly and looked at the man for a few seconds, and her heart struggled for a long time. After struggling, the girl said honestly. Me? No. "Mmm." Soho is still not used to hiding from this person at all, but he said he wanted to see her hidden side, so she's trying. I like to see you wear it. It makes me feel like.. Well, a little selfish satisfaction. The selfish satisfaction of saying, "This person is finally mine." Uh Shang Xiao, "I like it, too." “？” Soho didn't understand and looked up blankly. Shang Xiao does not explain, say only: "And, I won't pick originally." Soho was stunned. "Why?" Shang Xiao lowered his eyes with a very light but good-looking smile. Isn't this our token of love? Soho reacted for two seconds before he realized that he was talking about the exchange of necklaces and hand ropes in front of night market stalls in the second variety show. Soho smiled, "but the token of love you gave me seems to have been confiscated by the program group." "Uh-huh.". The news just came today that its replacement has been born. Soho: "Substitute?" Shang Xiaowei bent over,push back racking system, his eyes shining like stars. Next Wednesday is your birthday. I have a gift for you. “……” From childhood to adulthood, Soho has received countless gifts on the grounds of various holidays and birthdays, no matter how expensive and rare she has seen. jracking.com