MTL - Starlight Has No Past-Chapter 14 Cocaine Cause 04

Ye Qiao asked with ulterior motives: "Do you train boys or girls?"

"Girls."

Sure enough, she screamed in a narrow voice: "You should recruit a lot of Yan Yanyan."

"What's the use. The little girl films are boring in the military base." Zhou Yan was very helpless in his eyebrows. It was estimated that there was no less teasing by the little girl. "Moreover, the troops have regulations that cannot disclose personal information, and female students. Falling in love is subject to punishment."

"Are you not retired?" The woman was born with gossip, and Ye Qiao was no exception. He rubbed the cup on his fingertips. "How can we not see an instructor like you at that time?"

"Get it. The girls at the art school are the most difficult to get around. If you are not obedient when you meet you, you must be trained in death."

His appearance of experience has provoked Ye Qiao to want to marry him. Zhou Yan deep smiled and avoided: "Does it look good now? Is it just a sickness?"

Ye Qiao remembered that she woke up drunk that day and found that she had dialed a number on her mobile phone, and the other party did not pick up. She will not be able to press the 11-digit number when she is unconscious, it should be Zhou Yu’s deep dial. She later went online to check the local number of the city, and there was a post reply below the search box, which was the registration information of a Lu Qing fan meeting a few years ago. The owner of that number is actually a fan of Lu Qing.

This kind of inquiry is endless, and Ye Qiao suddenly can't stand the ubiquitous chain reaction between people. She took a breath and picked up the bag and got up: "Go out and walk, the milk is too fragrant here."

The two stood up, and Ye Qiao’s line of sight was flush with his neck. He was falling on the scar on his neck. She was **** on her apex and suddenly stopped and asked, “Would it hurt?”

He subconsciously wants to touch, Ye Qiao's fingers have been first stepped up, delicate and soft touch, fingertips slightly cool, carefully wrapped around the wound red. He stiffened his neck and rolled his throat: "It's nothing." The slight pain in the wound involved the memory in the theater. Her strength to touch the skin is as soft as her lips and tongue.

Zhou Yanshen took this position and put her head on her shoulder with one hand and said, "I am paying for you." Ye Qiao struggled a few times, but he had a lot of physical disparity and had to give up, buried on his shoulder and angry. Funny: "Zhou Yushen, you are really a person - not three seconds of serious, full of brains are eating tofu is not."

Ye Qiao was relieved from being onlookers, quietly whispering for a while, but the rapid breathing conveyed her embarrassment. Zhou Yanshen kept pressing and said in her ear: "Isn't it just badly abused by my stepmother, lend it to you. No charge." The two avoided the eyes and ears of others, and they breathed and warmed each other. Come together.

This feeling is very strange, his clavicle can feel the temperature when she speaks, like parasitic floats, like a physical device of resonance. Her smile was all in the slightly hot temperature.

Ye Qiao whispered and said: "Do you want to retaliate, childish is not naive. Do you want me to give you a few more?"

Zhou Yanshen was picked up by her: "What do you really want?"

"give."

“Can you tie it a few times?”

Ye Qiao expected that he would not be so childish and threatened to say: "You are free."

He laughed inexplicably: "Good. Don't be afraid of it when you are."

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A light is blown down.

Ye Qiao was exposed to the upper body, lying on a Japanese-style soft couch, and the bathrobe was squatting underneath.

She had a long black hair, and she scattered the skeleton's shoulders in a messy way, hanging down to the waist. The misty lights are soaked in her white skin. The Chinese-style white, like a complete set of kiln porcelain, reveals the moisturizing of the milk tea, and the color of the ink is a clear visual impact.

The warm light hit her chest and she was very hot. Zhou Xiaoshen’s voice was drowned in the heat and asked: “Warning chest?”

His hands did not rush to rub the ups and downs of her chest, as if they were carefully compared. She couldn't even see his face, and the sight was like a moth, which was concentrated on the ceiling light.

In the place where the touch is, there is a ten-inch sputum and a surgical wound. It has been washed away by the years. His fingers often deal with firearms, and some are rough, and when he caress on her scars, he takes a lot of pain from the mosquitoes.

Ye Qiao calmly nodded and rolled out a word in his throat: "Well."

Half an hour ago, Ye Qiao was brought here by him. When she was living in Yangcheng, she felt that the impression of this area was not much better than that of the red light district. There are several high-end clubs there, and the tattoo hall inside is very famous. She didn’t think that she would try it someday.

Zhou Yishen is very familiar with this place. It is obviously not a business time. It is easy to get the keys to the boss.

The boss, Wu Zi, is a very familiar person. He has the social youth's enthusiasm. When he saw Ye Qiao, he was close to her and said that she was a fan. Ye Qiao thought that Zhou Hao was frequented here, but he did not see a tattoo on him. He was puzzled. Wuzi laughed for a while and said, "What a regular customer! The deep brother used to learn this, and the pattern is particularly beautiful. But only special. Guests."

Ye Qiao asked: "What is special?"

Wu Zi’s face suddenly turned red: “It’s... especially beautiful.”

Ye Qiao suddenly looked at Zhou Weishen and smiled openly: "Okay, then give it a try."

After bathing and washing, Wuzi opened the lamp in the tattoo room and invited her in. Before the walk, I whispered again and again, and said to Zhou Yushen with a bitter face: "My goddess, you are deep in the deep brother."

Ye Qiao lay down quietly, like a blooming plant, saying, "How come I want to bring me here?"

Zhou Weishen focused on the tattoo machine: "Personal hobbies."

Ye Qiao looked up and observed that he took off his jacket and his shirt was free to reach the elbow. Under the white cuffs, there was a wheat-colored arm, clean, muscle-twisting, and no tattoos. She attempted to find a tattoo on him as a tattooist's logo, and even looked into his tight chest from the collar of his shirt with three buttons, but still could not do so.

She grinned: "What about learning this? Is it a personal hobby?"

"Yeah." He was careless.

"After enlisting before or after?"

"after that."

"You have a very rich experience." But she did not say that people who are rich in experience are often not because of the colorfulness of life, but often very dim. Ye Qiao didn't want to walk into the dark part of this person. He only picked a relaxed topic and said, "I haven't studied tattoo for a few years. How is the technology?"

Zhou Hao deepened the needle, and the prey was in the same way. I laughed and flowed down: "Try not to know."