MTL - The Lover’s Prattle-Chapter 1 President Slag (1)

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Feng Qi has rarely been drunk in recent years. The company is getting bigger and bigger, the number of people who dare to drink his wine is getting smaller, and his drinking volume is getting better and better.

Drunk tonight, I poured it myself.

The woman who hasn't seen her for a long time is holding her husband, gentle and pleasant, and smiling Yan Yan, the tall man has been holding her in her arms, saw her frown frowning when she saw the red wine glass, changed the milk, and told the waiter to be warm.

On the side of the roadside tree, he spit for a while, and felt that the five internal organs and the six organs were vomiting and rolling. The more the thoughts drifted, the more the drivers half-trailed.

At two o'clock in the morning, the residential area was quiet. Only the light white street lights were on. The driver was holding Feng Qi out of the elevator. A slight wind came. Feng Qi's eyes were completely drunk and wrinkled. Brows are still imposing.

The driver rang the doorbell and felt a little queasy, but now there is no better choice.

There was a slight noise in the room, and the soft voice was hoarse, "Here it is."

Woke up asleep but woke up without anger.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, the driver looked at the security door, and the cat's eye was opened first. The warm lights in the room rushed out, and it seemed to be hot on the clothes.

Qing Ruo opened the door, there was some fog in her eyes, her hair was loose behind, wearing pajamas and a shawl, she was obviously surprised to see Feng Qi half leaning on the driver. The voice was not loud, "Mr. Feng?"

Feng Qi's eyes narrowed, and she had nothing but bluff, but she couldn't answer. The driver smiled and followed Feng Qi for several years. Naturally, he was also sharp-edged. "I'm sorry, Ms. Song, Mr. Feng had a drink. Isn't it convenient for you?"

In fact, it ’s really polite. If Qing would n’t refuse, her address number and photo were handed in by her agent to find Feng Qi ’s assistant, saying that it ’s just some transaction components, and Feng Qi ’s rush to catch up There are too many, the driver just wanted to send him to the nearest one, and Feng Qi was in the car before the dinner today and passed the card with her address to the driver, which is self-evident.

I just didn't expect Feng Qi to meet An Qi tonight and get drunk. Probably the assistant hasn't contacted Qing Ruo yet.

Qing Ruo nodded, be regarded as completing the handover ceremony to help Feng Qi over.

Feng Qi is worthy of the name of his scourge in recent years. People are already drunk, leaning on Qingruo's shoulders and taking two breaths, the arc of the corner of his mouth is evil and teasing.

The driver was still standing at the door, and when he didn't hear it, he was about to turn around and walk away, but Qingruo opened his mouth first, "Trouble you, walk slowly."

The driver looked at her sideways, holding Feng Qi's body a bit strenuously, and her smile was extremely gentle and beautiful under the lights. Nodded and turned away.

Feng Qi thought that after a hangover, he would have a headache or have a series of discomforts, not to mention that he was so drunk that he had no consciousness last night.

I didn't feel a headache in the blink of an eye. I took two breaths, and there was a light Magnolia smell in the air, which was very comfortable and clean.

Adjusted to the light, Feng Qi opened her eyes and sat up.

It's a strange scene. The light-wood wardrobe is on the left, and there are a few towels on it. The floor-to-ceiling window is on the right. Now the curtains are pulled, and the light is just right.

The corner of the bed was a small desk to the past.

Unlike a hotel, although the layout is very similar, it is more like the feeling of a guest room at home. The hotel can make people feel strange when you look at it. Here, the strange things are just objects, but the atmosphere is relaxing.

Rarely do not want to use his head, Feng Qi lazily leaned on the bedside, squinting his eyes and turning his head to the side, the sun through the curtains to him was already very gentle and comfortable.

The clothes on his body were not his shirt. They were very soft, but they were short. His lower body was still covered with his own suit pants. The hand-made suit pants had slept around his legs all night.

Feng Qi didn't feel embarrassed, he was too lazy to lift the quilt, and the slippers on the bed looked new, light blue, with a little floral on it, Feng Qi slipped a bit, and half of his heel was outside Inexplicably shook the corners of his mouth. The socks on his feet were also gone. Feng Qi didn't like to step on the floor barefoot. Besides, he didn't know where he was now, so he had to comfort himself and squeezed forward.

The room was small, there was no bathroom, and Feng Qi didn't see the mirror. She flicked her hair and opened the light-wood room door.

The doorway of the room faces the living room. The living room is not large, but the layout is very warm. The table is covered with European-style tablecloths, with flower pots and fruit baskets on it, and a small box. Feng Qi glanced at it with a smile. Unknown, it was his phone and what was in his suit pocket last night.

There are also plush dolls and pillows on the sofa, and there is a book shelf next to it. The books are a bit messy, but it feels comfortable and relaxed.

Feng Qi went to the living room and looked around. There was a cartoon-framed clock on the wall, which was already past eleven.

There is a noise in the kitchen.

Feng Qi shook the corners of his mouth, thinking back to last night, he couldn't remember which beautiful woman he was now, but he was a little surprised to wake up alone in the morning.

On the way to the kitchen, I tilted my head and saw the balcony. The living room is not large, but the balcony is not small. On the one hand, it is planted with a small table and soft chair. On the other hand, it is a drying rack. Black suit, white shirt, and two white socks clamped by wooden clips.

The picture is inexplicable and warm.

Feng Qi, a shy god, someone had made a noise at the kitchen door, "Mr. Feng woke up?"

Feng Qi turned her head to look at it, smiled politely, and turned her head, like the little star handed over by the assistant two days ago, what's the name?

"Well. Woke up."

With a slight smile, he put his contents on the dining table and asked him not to sleep well, but pointed to the bathroom location. "There is a bathroom over there."

She wore an apron and printed the logo of the mall, as if she was doing activities, and she wore a white sweater under her hair, her hair was loosely tied behind her, and she was wearing light-colored jeans.

Maybe makeup or no makeup? Feng Qi looked at her almost white cheeks with some uncertain thoughts.

She nodded and walked towards her finger.

There are new towels, new toothbrushes, and even mouthwash cups on the washstand. Feng Qi brushes her teeth and looks down at her cotton t-shirt. She thinks this guy is still fun and can keep her for a while.

Mr. Feng came out of the bathroom and was handsome and outraged. There were things to take care of hair on the washstand, but in other people's homes, Feng Qike had no habit of using things used by others. His hair was just dialed by hand Adding some short t-shirts on his body, he was two points less usual, and his hair was soft and approachable.

The food is already on the table. Qing Ruo is standing at the table and placing chopsticks. When she bends slightly, her back hair will sway to the front.

Qing Ruo opened the chair for Feng Qi. He had a cup of hot soy milk on hand, and the dishes on the table were all light vegetables, even with polenta in front of him.

He probably knew why he was so drunk last night and got up this morning without any discomfort. He didn't know if he vomited last night.

Feng Qi picked up the chopsticks and started to eat, waiting for her invitation, but he was in a good mood this morning, even if he wanted a big investment movie heroine, he was willing to give it.

Feng Qi tilted her head and looked at her eyes. Well, she was so beautiful, she didn't seem to use a knife, her facial features were exquisite, her skin was very white, and her eyes were big and bright, and she could talk.

Feeling his gaze, Qing Ruo raised his head and tilted his head in confusion, "Huh?"

Yes, speak.

Feng Qi hooked his mouth. Such a person has not been popular in the entertainment industry for five years. He can only say that he is unlucky or has committed a crime, so he is now preparing and working hard?

"Like a movie or a TV series?" Feng Qi said directly, with a mild tone.

"Movie." Qing Ruo did not hesitate.

Feng Qi is no exception, TV dramas and movies earn at least one grade.

"The shooting time is short. When the TV series is going to be filmed in other places, it will take a long time to return." Qing Ruo followed and explained that he completely ignored the bitter gourd on his hands and pushed his hands back to him.

Feng Qi naturally saw her little movement, just as if she hadn't seen it. I did not expect that she would give such a reason, and said with a three-point smile, "Love at home is also good."

Although there is no discomfort after the hangover, but the appetite is not very good, rare polenta boiled just right, soft waxy and slightly sweet, Feng Qi actually drank two bowls with a little support.

The phone was turned off and mute. Feng Qi sat in the living room and called her assistant. Qing Ruo washes dishes in the kitchen.

Feng Qi sat on the sofa with his sword wide, his long legs lifted up and placed it casually on the table. Looking at the blue women's slippers on top of it, it was funny. Rarely it wasn't money to buy a bed activity but a meal. .

Chu Yang has learned from the driver that he was drunk last night and is now in the beauty nest. Seeing him at this time should have just woke up. "Mr. Feng, will the two-thirty meeting be postponed?"

"No, come on time and pick me up."

His voice was full of vitality, and he looked at a fascinating family, Chu Yang took a moment and quickly answered, "OK."

Qing Ruo washed the dishes and came out of the kitchen. The apron had been taken off. Hand cream was placed on the cabinet near the living room. Qing Ruo opened the lid and naturally asked Feng Qi who was sitting on the sofa in a daze. "

Feng Qi turned to look at her. Two slender hands overlapped each other. The picture of ten fingers moving back and forth was very good. "You drive, watch the news in the afternoon."

"Um." Qing Ruo nodded, walked over to turn on the TV, tuned to the news channel and sat on the side sofa.

Feng Qi watched the news in the afternoon. Qing Ruo supported one elbow on the sofa, dragged his chin with his palms, and was sleepy. He was called at that time last night, and then he was given a hangover, washed and changed clothes. He had a headache this morning and sat at the acupuncture point for him for half an hour, tossing it to four in the morning before falling asleep.

Feng Qi glanced at her, wondering when she was going to ask for something, or she should give her some sweet taste first.

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A movie heroine,

One room, one meal.

This sale seems to be my loss.

—— [Black Box]