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Chapter 253 This really doesn't work

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, you would never know how proactive the goddess could be.

Han Qiao raised her head, Dong Jie in her arms wrapped around her body like an octopus, her cherry lips were pouting, her face was blushing, her eyes were hooked, her veil-like thin shirt could not hide her beautiful figure, and she hugged Han Qiao's shoulders with both hands...

Han Qiao turned his head away, and there was no need to think that this woman must have done it on purpose.

No one is drunk and still has a small mask in his pocket.

This is not bullying honest people!

"Hey, Dong Ji wake up? You've gone to the wrong room."

"Um..." Dong Ji looked at it in the light, his neck was soft on Han Qiao's shoulder, and said drunk: "You're not wrong... This is obviously the fifth floor. Why are you taller, Xiaomi? My sister kissing me."

Han Qiao was forced to slaughter.

While enduring inhuman torture in pain, he touched his cell phone, found Mi Yang's phone number and sent a text message.

Handle it all.

Han Qiao patted Dong Ji's face. The woman was already confused and arched into her arms in confusion.

Han Qiao had no choice but to hug her.

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"Brother Han, I'm in trouble..." Mi Yang came quickly, with a thin sweat on his nose. He took Dong Ji, looked at his best friend in anger, turned around and said politely: "Brother Han, tomorrow's show is very difficult. Dong Ji was worried. After drinking a few drinks, he didn't expect that he was drunk. He was thinking about tomorrow's show and was coming to find Brother Han to play..."

"It's okay." Han Qiao felt lost in her heart, and the gentleman said, "It's getting late, I'm lucky you can send her back and have a good rest."

"OK."

"Then Brother Han, we'll leave."

“Slow down the road.”

Mi Yang struggled to support Dong Ji, walked slowly to the stairs, looked back and saw that the door of Han Bridge was closed and smiled: "Little Langdushi, he is getting more and more courageous, and he is not afraid of others gossiping..."

"Hanqiao Gate is closed. Can you leave? I'm so exhausted."

The drunk Dong Jie stood up magically, patted his permed face, pulled his hair, and sniffed the alcohol, glared at Han Qiaomen in anger: "Damn, I'm so proactive, Han Qiao doesn't even hook him."

"It's too obvious that you did this." Mi Yang shook his head, disagreed: "Don't say that Han Qiao has no idea about you, even if he has an idea, he doesn't dare to go too far."

"What can I do? The filming will be completed soon. If nothing happens for so long, my face will be lost."

Dong Jie leaned against the wall, a little weak.

After all, I was a beautiful woman, so I let you pick it up. I didn’t expect that Liu Xiahui was really there. However, Han Qiao knew how entangled he was that night.

Thinking.

Dong Ji said angrily: "You said Brother Han has no idea about me, so why do you think this is?"

Mi Yang burst out laughing.

Under the moonlight.

Dong Jieqiao stood up straight, her chest was messy, and she seemed to have experienced a storm...

"Okay...you're the most awesome..."

The two best friends walked down the stairs talking and laughing.

Turning through the stairs,

Liu Xiaoli had a cold face, Liu Ye's beautiful eyebrows frowned, and walked up angrily. Seeing the two of them, they didn't raise their eyes and walked straight over.

Dong Jie and Mi Yang were not afraid to breathe.

Liu Xiaoli disappeared behind the stairs.

Mi Yang patted his chest: "I was scared to death. I didn't expect that Liu Yifei was Lengbingbing, and her mother was the same..."

Dong Ji thought to himself: "It's so late, why are she here for?"

"What are you thinking?" Mi Yang pulled his best friend: "If you don't even do anything like Han Qiao, would you still like the little old lady..."

"Too……"

Dong Ji was pulled downstairs and looked back at the entrance of the stairs. He felt strange and had a ridiculous illusion...

Could it be that I not only have to fight against young girls, but also the young lady?

………………………………………

Han Qiao watched Mi Yang as he supported Dong Ji and disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

He couldn't help but shake his head and close the door.

In June, even at night, there was still no wind in the air, which was extremely stuffy. The two hugged each other like this. Han Qiao raised his arms and smelled it. He smelled alcohol all over and felt so sticky and uncomfortable.

I plunged into the bathroom, unscrewed the cold water valve, and the warm water flowed down, wetting my hair, and the water droplets fell from my strong muscles...

I took out the foam and was about to wash my hair.

There was a bang knock outside the door.

Han Qiao couldn't help but feel irritable when he heard the anxious door ring.

Li Dawei, who is a dog, comes to make an appointment so late and is too lazy to take care of him and continues to wash his hair.

The knock on the door is getting louder and louder.

Han Qiao was very worried that this door could withstand Li Dawei's "barbarian pig collision", rushed off the foam from his head, pulled the bath towel and wrapped it around his waist, and swayed it and went to open the door.

It's all this time, and Dong Ji has just left, and there is no one else except Li Dawei.

When the door handle was pressed, Han Qiao shouted at the person who came in anger: "Drinking, right? I said Brother Li, we will not return without getting drunk today, it's not you who are standing sideways..."

Wiping your hands on your wet hair.

Li Dawei didn't speak.

Han Qiao thought to himself that you were still pulling it, so he had to make a good move, and he looked up...

It’s not Li Dawei, it’s Liu Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli's hair was disheveled, her long wavy hair was softly placed on her shoulders, her tulle-like coat was light and transparent, making her figure look particularly graceful. Her strapless breasts were tightly wrapped around her heavy breasts. I don't know what happened, but the piece of her belly was soaked and stuck to her skin, revealing flesh-colored. Light blue jeans wrapped around her perky buttocks, her big white legs were like ivory, and her skin was delicate without any wrinkles...

Walking fast all the way.

After stopping, the pretty cheeks were covered with sweat, a few black hairs stuck to the collarbone, and the chest was slightly gasping...

There was anger in his eyes...

For a moment, the space seemed to freeze.

Han Qiao's embarrassing toes tighten her slippers...

Liu Xiaoli put her hand in the air and glanced subconsciously.

The water droplets roll on the muscles, and the bath towel is not careless. What is too much is not smooth...

This kid.

Very informative.

Liu Xiaoli was not panicked at all.

Han Qiao thought of the legendary joke.

Without saying a word, he covered his face with his hands, and his voice buzzed: "Sister, it's so late, is there anything wrong?"

"Puchi."

Liu Xiaoli looked at Han Qiao, she was already old.

Han Qiao has a good figure, full of strength, and her muscles are like small chunks of bulging hills on the plain...

And, a little cute.

I was so angry that I shook my head. It’s useless to cover my face.

I thought that I was here to make trouble for Han Qiao.

After calming down, he reached out and pulled his long wavy hair into his ears, and said coldly: "Han Qiao, come in..."

Said.

Regardless of Han Qiao, he rushed straight into the house.

Sitting on the chair, with legs raised, hands crossed, and watched Han Qiao calmly rush into the bathroom with his clothes in a panic.

A few minutes passed.

Han Qiao exhaled in front of the mirror, lowered her head and walked to the room. Seeing that Liu Xiaoli looked bad, she thought about it, sat next to Liu Xiaoli, and said with a smile: "Sister, who is making you angry... Brother, I'll vent your anger for you."

"Who makes me angry?" Liu Xiaoli turned her body sideways and looked at Han Qiao. Hearing Yan's delicate eyebrows frowned, he stretched out his hand to pull Han Qiao's ears, and he thrust like a red-lipped machine gun: "Who do you say it is, why did you tell me? You promise that Xixi will not be wronged. That's how you promised?"

"To be honest, have you provoked her? She is not yet an adult, what do you want to do?"

Liu Xiaoli became more and more angry as she spoke. She regretted it. Why did she get fooled by this kid? She was so blind, and her eyes suddenly turned red: "Tell me honestly, is there any?"

"Sister, I'm wronged."

Han Qiao was so painful that he quickly pressed Liu Xiaoli's hand with both hands, and he was not in the mood to feel the softness. He really didn't expect Liu Xiaoli to be so irritable and shouted: "Sister, I swear I only have the feelings for Xixi to have brothers and sisters. Sister, let go first, can't we tell me if there is something wrong?"

"You don't dare to measure it." Liu Xiaoli raised her white legs, and her hands still grabbed Han Qiao's ears, but she didn't use any force, and she looked stern: "Tell me what happened to Xixi today?"

"Sister, I really don't know." Han Qiao thought of the afternoon set: "Is it NG's business? It shouldn't be that Xixi NG is not normal."

"What are you talking nonsense?" Liu Xiaoli was so angry that she couldn't help but shout when she thought of her baby's daughter's behavior: "You're not allowed to say that to sister..."

As he said, let go of his hand.

He knocked on the chair with bare hands and looked at Han Qiao thinking.

Han Qiao rubbed his hot ears, panted, sat down, poured a glass of water: "Sister, what's wrong with Xixi? You're so angry."

“It’s really nothing happened in the afternoon.”

Liu Xiaoli didn't speak.

Han Qiao was thinking that he had done nothing and was about to reveal his feelings?

"Han Qiao, you are a good child. Can you promise me something?" Liu Xiaoli suddenly said.

"Sister, you tell me." Han Qiao thought and handed it to Liu Xiaolishui.

"Han Qiao, you are very outstanding, but you are too fickle." Liu Xiaoli looked at Han Qiao. Among the young people she had met, Han Qiao was very outstanding. She was young and had her current career. Moreover, she was a leader she had made, but she had a good relationship with women: "Xiqi is young, don't provoke her..."

Thinking about,

It wouldn't work if you beat her to death with such a stick. She said earnestly: "She will become older and sensible in the future. If you have the fate, your sister will not be a mother without eyesight."

Han Qiao didn't expect this to be the case, shook her head and said, "Sister, you really misunderstood. I only have friends with Xixi..."

"real?"

"Sister, don't you believe me?"

Han Qiao looked at Liu Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli looked directly at Han Qiao. The boy's eyes were clear, his heart was falling to the ground, and he nodded: "Sister believes it."

As he said that, he sighed heavily, put down the water cup, and said apologetically: "Xiaoqiao, I hope you can forgive me for doing this. My sister only has Xixi, a baby daughter. She has lived with me since she was a child. I don't want her to be hurt."

Seeing that Liu Xiaoli's eyes were red and a little haggard, Han Qiao got up and went to the bathroom to twist a hot towel, handed it to Liu Xiaoli, and said with concern: "Sister, what's wrong? Why are you crying so sadly? If you believe me, you might as well tell me."

"It's not the case when I keep it in my heart."

Liu Xiaoli took the towel, and the hot towel burned the palm of her hand warmed. When she heard Han Qiao's words, she thought Han Qiao was really good, and smiled miserably: "It's nothing, it's Xixi..."

Liu Yifei's words were like needles piercing her heart, and the flesh and blood were pierced, and the grievances came up again, and tears couldn't help but roll down: "I... I really didn't expect that in Xixi's heart, I was such a failed mother."

"I have paid so much and didn't want to pay back, but why is this happening..."

"Sister, you..." Han Qiao was most disgusted by the woman crying. He stood up and wanted to comfort Liu Xiaoli. He stretched out his hand and retracted, and advised: "Sister, don't cry. If you have anything to do, just communicate. Xixi is not an ignorant child either."

When Liu Xiaoli saw Han Qiao's panic, the string in her heart broke suddenly. Thinking of Han Qiao's care for this period, she pulled Han Qiao over, buried her head on Han Qiao's shoulder, and started crying.

Han Qiao was half-squatting and stiff.

The gauze cannot cover the delicate skin, and you can feel the warm touch through the clothes.

It’s not true if you stretch out your hand, it’s not true if you don’t stretch out your hand. The smell of perfume lingers on the tip of your nose. You sweat in summer. The rich fragrance of mature women is like a lush good wine. Before you even drink it, you get drunk.

Liu Xiaoli cried.

The crying pear blossoms are raining, the silver bottle is broken...

It took a long time.

Liu Xiaoli twitched and raised her head.

Han Qiao's legs swayed and he held on to his posture for a long time. His swollen face turned a little red, and a large piece of his white shirt was wet.

but.

He didn't move for so long.

Liu Xiaoli felt moved in her heart, and she couldn't help but hold Han Qiao, her eyes red: "Xiaoqiao... Thank you."

Han Qiao wiped his sweat: "Sister, you're welcome, you're fine. To be honest, I really didn't expect that my sister would cry too..."

As he said that, Han Qiao joked: "At this moment, I think my sister is still a little girl."

"Puchi." Liu Xiaoli burst out laughing, wiped away the tears with her hands, whitened Han Qiao's eyes, and poked Han Qiao's fingers: "It's still a little girl, but I haven't cried like this for a long time. Speaking of which, we are really destined to be so kind."

The charm of this look is filled with the beauty of a mature woman.

Han Qiao couldn't help but watch.

Liu Xiaoli suddenly faded from her elder to a woman. From the perspective of a woman, Liu Xiaoliqian's face was as jade, her rosy eyes were a little weak, her cherry lips bite a little blue and white, and her clothes were a little messy. However, just as white paint splashed all over the floor, only dazzling white left, and the snow-white legs pressed on the chair, which was very elastic...

Han Qiao lowered his head and smiled: "Sister, I didn't expect us to be so destined. To be honest, I thought my sister was a relative for the first time I met..."

"And my sister is not old at all, I'm still very beautiful..."

"You just speak."

Liu Xiaoli thought, and felt depressed again: "I would have been so good if Xixi had you."

"Sister, you haven't said what happened to you and Xixi?"

"Just..." Liu Xiaoli said to her lips, and glanced at Han Qiao's eyes, thinking, I can't say that girl misunderstood me and you...

“No little bridge.”

Han Qiao didn't ask much, and was a little sleepy. He got up and took a bottle of wine from behind, poured himself a glass, and drank it in a sip: "Sister, Xixi is so sensible. Sometimes you don't take it too seriously. Girls have their own thoughts after all."

Han Qiao drank wine in one sip.

This thing helps sleep.

Liu Xiaoli felt a little annoyed when she thought of Liu Yifei. She sniffed her eyebrows slightly, snatched the wine that had crossed Han Qiao, and put on an airs of elders: "What are you doing when drinking at night? Young people should pay attention to their health..."

Thinking of Han Qiao saying that he wanted to drink when he opened the door, he couldn't help but persuade him: "Director Li doesn't drink enough, so you don't have any contact with him..."

"Sister, I rarely drink." Han Qiao took the cup, poured it, and shook it. The red wine in the glass turned amber: "I've been too tired these days, so drink a little to help me sleep."

Liu Xiaoli felt bored, leaned over and poured herself a cup, and was depressed again.

"Sister, drink less, I'll get drunk later."

Liu Xiaoli even forgot how long it took for her to drink so unrestrainedly. Since Liu Qianxi was so ruthless, why couldn't she be herself again? Thinking about it, she couldn't help but sigh, she was too failed.

He glared at Han Qiao and bit his red lips: "You are like Xixi, both children, and you still care about me. It's best to be drunk, and you will be relieved if you are drunk."

Said,

I leaned over and took the wine bottle, poured it on, and became stuffy in one gulp.

A few cups to eat.

Liu Xiaoli's beautiful hair covered half of her face, Qian's face was blushing, her pink skin was red, maybe a little hot, her white hands were gently slapping, her big white legs were sweating, she lowered her legs, spread out and sat on a chair, tilted her head and rested on the back of the chair, her long wavy hair suddenly felt like water, and her whole face was exposed in the light...

Han Qiao quickly advised: "Sister, that's what it is today, don't drink..."

"Don't worry about me." Liu Xiaoli was a little overwhelmed, still awake, holding the wine bottle, gurgled and burst into tears: "I just can't understand why Xixi said that, I've never forced her to do anything for her dream..."

"How could she misunderstand me so much..."

"Sister, I'll drink with you." Han Qiao was a little distressed to be honest.

"It's better for you." Liu Xiaoli bit her lip, smiled sweetly, handed over the bottle, looked at Han Qiao, and raised her fair chin: "You guy is really good-looking. If you drink with me today, Xixi will grow up and marry you as a wife in the future."

"but……"

"Your confidants must be cleaned up, and no one can be found."

Han Qiao Embarrassed.

My baby daughter sold a few bottles of wine.

Snatched the bottle from Liu Xiaoli's chest and was about to pour it down. After thinking about it, she raised her head and blew it at the mouth of the bottle, shook her head: "That's not possible. If Xixi becomes my wife, you are my mother-in-law, you will be my seniority."

"Sister, it's better to be a sister."

As he said that, he handed over the bottle.

Liu Xiaoli took the bottle, but didn't care. She bit the bottle's mouth with her red lips, and the amber red wine flowed into her mouth...

The snow-white collarbone is very skinny, and milk can be poured out of the shoulder socket. The delicate skin is tender and smooth, and it is scary. The throat is twitching. I am drinking a little anxiously. The bright red wine leaks out from the mouth of the bottle and flows along the fair skin...

Finished in one bite.

The delicate red tongue licked the corner of his mouth, smiled in a daze, looked at Han Qiao charmingly, stretched out her pink arms, pinched Han Qiao's face, and sniffed: "You still dislike my daughter, I tell you, my daughter is so beautiful, you are cheap..."

Han Qiao shook her head: "Sister, Xixi and I are just good friends."

"Ah..." Liu Xiaoli was a little worried.

Han Qiao didn't want to continue this topic, so he stretched out his head to get the wine bottle. His fingers touched the amazing softness. Liu Xiaoli looked down and kicked her long legs, disgusted: "I'll just give it to you, I'll stretch out my hand..."

As he said that, he sorted out his clothes and handed the wine bottle to Han Qiao.

Han Qiao looked at the wine bottle and seemed to be able to touch the warmth. She raised her head and drank. The wine tasted different this time...

The rich charm of mature women makes the red wine even more intoxicating.

"Sister, tell me about being abroad."

Liu Xiaoli was a little drunk, but she felt relieved about Han Qiao. She supported her chin and took the wine. She said in a daze: "What's the best abroad? It's all foreigners..."

At night, unknown insects chirped.

The moon is covered by clouds.

Han Qiao and Liu Xiaoli were chatting.

Liu Xiaoli felt bored and drank, sipped one by one.

I don't know how long it will take.

Han Qiao was drunk, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and said to Liu Xiaoli in a daze: "Sister, we have drunk, 1, 2, 3..."

"sister?"

"Stop calling, sister is not drunk..."

"Xiaoqiao... Come here and help me. My sister wants to go to the bathroom."

Han Qiao shaking, holding Liu Xiaoli with both hands, her face tightly against Liu Xiaoli's neck, enjoying the tenderness and smoothness of jade and the rich fragrance of a mature woman makes her head drunk.

"You kid, be honest..." Liu Xiaoli's face turned red, her eyes were curled up, and she patted her lightly.

bathroom.

Han Qiao was guarding the door. After a while, there was a sound of water. As the door sounded, Liu Xiaoli stood by the door, her big white legs stood weakly, and her bulging chest was undulating.

"Sister, you can't do it."

Han Qiao smiled and went over to support Liu Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli was shaking, her head was dizzy, and her fingers pulled Han Qiao's ears: "How are you talking? Is there any sister in your eyes..."

Han Qiao hugged Liu Xiaoli.

Put your hands on your big white legs, the flesh of your legs overflows the fingers, the tentacles are soft and greasy, and the skin is like cream...

Looking at Liu Xiaoli's red lips, Han Qiao was so crazy: "Sister, can I swear?"

"What?"

"Just make a joke."

Liu Xiaoli was a little more awake and looked at Han Qiao with strange eyes.

Han Qiao's heart thumped and shouted: "Sister always said that I am the same as Xixi, but I didn't expect that I didn't think so in my heart."

"How do you talk? What's different from Xixi?"

"Xixi can do it, why can't I?"

"Sister, I'm so disappointed." Han Qiao pretended to be pitiful.

He held Liu Xiaoli's arm pitifully and rubbed it.

Liu Xiaoli was annoyed, Xiumei wrinkled, and her soft fingers pulled Han Qiao's ears: "Okay, okay, so adult, so annoyed, just slap it, right? Can you give it to you?"

He said yes, stretched his face impatiently.

Under the light.

The pretty face is blushing, the pink ears are crimson... It seems that it can shine...

Han Qiao stretched out and pinched Liu Xiaoli's face, forced herself to turn around, and kissed her in one mouthful of red lips.

soft.

Han Qiao rushed to his forehead with blood, and his hands were naturally put on...

Liu Xiaoli was dizzy and let Han Qiao kiss her. She couldn't breathe, her red lips slightly opened...

It took a long time.

The two of them fell on the couch somehow...

Under the light.

"Xixi...Don't bite mom...Mom hurts"

Liu Xiaoli put her hand in the kitten's hair and muttered...

……………………

Han Qiao settled in one go.

He quietly stood up from Liu Xiaoli, stretched out his hand to pull Liu Xiaoli's messy hair behind his head, lowered his head, and kissed his forehead.

Cover with a quilt.

Leaving the room.

After twelve o'clock, the stuffy air became a little cooler, and the cold wind blew, and Han Qiao became a little more awake.

Groove and light the smoke.

With Liu Xiaoli's temper, if something happens this time, she will definitely never interact with each other in the future...

Since this is the case, it is better to slowly plan it.

(End of this chapter)