My ex-girlfriend's best friends are getting restless right after the breakup.

Chapter 146 Sliding...Kneeling

At 12:30 pm, the sun was shining brightly.

A pink luxury car came to a smooth stop in front of Zhou Lingyan's villa.

The car door opened, and two legs emerged one after the other.

Those are Bevyvi's legs.

Today she wore a white A-line mini skirt, the hem of which barely covered the middle of her thighs, revealing a pair of straight and shapely legs.

She wore a light blue chiffon blouse, which was both sweet and innocent. The hem of the blouse was tucked into the skirt, accentuating her slender waist.

She is like a walking, innocent white flower.

Zhao Lulu got off the bus one step behind.

Today she was wearing a black bodycon mini skirt, the hem of which was three centimeters shorter than Bei Weiwei's, tightly hugging her pert buttocks and outlining a breathtaking curve.

She wore a white silk shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a small patch of her fair chest. The shirt was also tucked into the skirt, but the skirt was so narrow that the tucked-in shirt made her upper body appear even fuller.

The two stood together, one pure and innocent, the other beautiful and glamorous; one gentle and the other flamboyant; one like ice cream in summer, the other like red wine at night.

The styles were so different that Chen Bo, sitting behind the second-floor window, didn't know which one to look at.

"Weiwei, slow down." Zhao Lulu caught up in her platform shoes and grabbed Bei Weiwei's arm. "Why are you walking so fast? Chen Bo isn't going to run away."

"I'm afraid he'll get impatient." Bei Weiwei blushed slightly.

"You're in such a hurry, why are you blaming Chen Bo?" Zhao Lulu laughed, pulling her best friend into the yard.

As she walked, a sigh escaped her lips.

This courtyard has a magical quality; the moment you step inside, you feel an intense heat.

There was no one in the living room.

"Chen Bo?" Bei Weiwei called out.

"It's upstairs," Chen Bo's voice came from the second floor. "Come on up."

Bei Weiwei left her best friend behind and hurriedly went upstairs.

When Bei Weiwei arrived at Chen Bo's room, she blushed and pushed open the door.

Chen Bo was standing in front of the wardrobe, seemingly looking for clothes.

Today he was wearing a simple white T-shirt and black casual pants. His back was straight, his shoulders were broad, his waistline was tight, and his legs were long and straight.

Bevy's heart skipped a beat.

"Husband," she whispered.

Chen Bo turned around, saw her, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "You're here?"

With just two words, Bei Weiwei's face turned even redder.

She walked over, stood in front of him, and looked up at him.

After hesitating for a moment, Bei Weiwei stood on tiptoe and gently kissed him on the cheek.

"Are you getting impatient?" she asked softly.

"No." Chen Bo reached out and ruffled her hair.

The gesture was so natural and gentle that Bei Weiwei's heart instantly melted.

She leaned forward again, this time kissing his lips.

Chen Bo lowered his head in response.

The kiss was light and gentle, like a dragonfly skimming the water or a spring breeze caressing the face.

Bevy closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

A short while later, Zhao Lulu appeared at the door.

Then she saw Bei Weiwei's restless hand slide from Chen Bo's neck to his chest, then slide again, and continue sliding—

Zhao Lulu narrowed her eyes.

Goodness, Weiwei, you look so innocent usually, but you're quite capable when it matters.

Indeed, there are no virtuous ladies on the couch.

As she was thinking, Bei Weiwei's hand slid down again.

Zhao Lulu: !!!

No, she's going to explode if I keep watching.

She cleared her throat.

"Cough cough."

Bei Weiwei froze instantly.

It begins with emotion, but ends with it—someone!

She abruptly released Chen Bo, turned her head, and her face turned as red as a ripe shrimp.

"Lulu—Lulu—" she stammered, unsure of what to say.

Zhao Lulu looked completely innocent: "What's wrong? My throat is just a little itchy. You guys continue, don't worry about me."

Continue my ass!

Bei Weiwei was so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

She lowered her head and whispered, "I—I'm going to the restroom."

After saying that, she turned and ran towards the bathroom, as fast as a startled rabbit.

"Bang""

The door closed.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom sink.

Chen Bo glanced at the closed bathroom door, then at Zhao Lulu standing at the doorway of the room.

Zhao Lulu, wearing platform shoes, rushed in and pounced on Chen Bo as she got close.

Chen Bo reached out and put his arm around her waist.

Zhao Lulu wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips directly against his.

Her kiss was completely different from Bevyvi's.

Bevyvi's was gentle, soft, and careful.

Hers was urgent, passionate, aggressive, and greedily demanding.

Chen Bo's hands were not idle; they slid down from her waist and landed on her buttocks, which were tightly wrapped in a black bodycon skirt.

It felt firm and bouncy to the touch; you could feel the amazing curves even through the skirt.

Zhao Lulu's body trembled slightly.

So exciting.

Bevy is in the bathroom and could come out at any moment.

This feeling made her tremble with excitement.

Her hands weren't still either, sliding from his neck to his chest, then sliding again, and continuing to slide—

Just as I knelt down, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

She had no choice but to get up, reluctantly withdrawing her exploring hand and straightening her disheveled shirt.

2 PM, Haicheng TV Station.

The recording scene of the eighth episode of "Singer Battle".

A large number of people had already gathered in the backstage lobby.

Wang Han, the prince of love songs, was wearing a dark blue velvet suit, his hair neatly combed, and he was giving instructions to his assistant.

Li Jie, with his silver hair, leaned against the wall, wearing headphones and listening to music, tapping his feet to the beat.

Bai Linlin, the leader of the Jade Girl Sect, sat at the entrance of the lounge, legs crossed, holding a small mirror to touch up her makeup.

She wore a white dress today, looking ethereal, but the way she crossed her legs was a bit of a letdown.

The elegant and graceful diva Victoria Song, dressed in a cheongsam, sat serenely on the sofa, holding a cup of tea in her hand.

Rock singer Zhang Zhenhan wore his signature black leather jacket and ripped jeans, his hair was messy, and he looked like a rock uncle who hadn't woken up yet.

There was another singer, a talented female singer named Huang Ying, dressed simply and sitting discreetly in the corner looking at her phone.

Six people, six styles.

When Chen Bo walked backstage, everyone's eyes turned to him.

Wang Han nodded to him as a greeting.

Li Jie took off his headphones and smiled at him.

Bai Linlin put away the small mirror and looked him up and down.

Victoria Song still held the teacup, only nodding slightly.

Zhang Zhenhan walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Kid, good luck today."

Chen Bo nodded: "Thank you, Brother Zhang."

Lin Chen and Huang Ying nodded to him as a greeting.

Chen Bo walked into his lounge.

After the door closed, whispers began to circulate in the hallway.