A Record of the Survival of the Excellent Female Supporting Work through the Book

There is a floor-to-ceiling mirror that is one person tall in the master bedroom. Song Jianjian and Lu Xing intertwined and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

The woman in the mirror is wearing a crown and a fishtail dress. She has a curvy figure. She has an extremely sexy figure. Few men can resist the temptation of this figure. She is like a lotus in water, her pale pink cherry lips are like peaches, and her upturned apricot eyes reveal a bit of confidence, publicity, and wildness.

Pure and lustful, wild and sweet.

It's a peach in the world again, and it's as sexy as a little wild cat.

And the man next to her was tall and tall, with lush forests and bamboos, tall and slender, with a stern face like a god, but his cold demeanor showed a sense of abstinence.

At this moment, Lu Xing put his big hands on Song Jianjian's waist and hugged her into his arms.

They stood in the mirror looking at each other's appearance.

At a glance, ten thousand years.

The breeze is blowing, and the goose-yellow European-style gauze curtains are billowing and fluttering.

The two standing in the mirror embrace each other tightly, and the intertwined shadows are shrouded in a halo, beautiful like a pair of lovers.

"Lu Xing, have you noticed that if two people stay together for a long time, they will become more and more like a husband and wife?"

Song Jianjian discovered that she and Lu Xing had been together for a long time, and the temperament of the two of them was indeed somewhat similar.

The man clasped her small chin, and his sexy and cold lips fell down.

The breath is warm.

The man's breath is clear and mixed with a bit of cedar, and the unique man's breath wraps Song Jianjian tightly.

The man kisses deeper and deeper.

In the mirror, the clothes fell to the ground one by one.

"Lu Xing."

Song Jianjian hooked Lu Xing's neck with his long eyelashes.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No." Song Jianjian buried her face in the pillow.

The two clasped their hands and stepped to the top together.

That night, Song Jianjian and Lu Xing took a private plane to return home.

Not long after arriving at Lu's villa, Qiu Ling couldn't wait to call.

"Sleepless, are you ready?"

Qiuling's voice sounded a little anxious, "That scoundrel blocked me at our door again. Just now ten—almost got into a fight with the people he brought.

Afraid of accidents, I hurriedly dragged Shi-up upstairs. "

"Such a rascal?" Song Jianjian switched to a male voice.

Lu Xing at the side heard Qiu Ling's voice coming from the receiver, and dissatisfaction appeared on his stern face.

What is that woman going to do again?
It's not enough to pester him, but also pester his wife?

"Yes, I can't help it now. I told him that I have a boyfriend, but he didn't listen, insisting on saying that seeing is believing.",

Qiu Ling's voice trembled slightly.

"Then tell him, your boyfriend will be here soon."

"good."
Qiu Ling on the other side moved slightly, she was caught by the words "your boyfriend".

Sleepless him. Alluring without knowing it.

If he is really my boyfriend
But, even if he is willing to be her boyfriend, how can she snatch him away from Lu Xing?

"You send me the address, and I'll be there soon."

"good."

After hanging up the phone, Song Jianjian went to the closet and found some men's clothes to change into.

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, and now it only takes about 15 minutes for Song Jianjian to change into men's clothing.

A handsome and charming little brother appeared in the mirror.

"You want to find her?" Lu Xing took Song Jianjian's hand.

"Well, she's in some trouble, and I need to go over and solve it." Song Jianjian stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed Lu Xing on the cheek, "Wait for me to come back."

"good."
Watching Song Jianjian leave, Lu Xing's dislike for Qiu Ling increased by 10086o
Song Jianjian found a fairly plain car in the garage, and quickly drove to the address Qiu Ling gave.

The car stopped, Song Jianjian got out of the car, and saw a Maserati parked in the front row.

The entire body of Maserati is covered with strong and fresh roses, and the roses are arranged in the shape of a heart.

There are twinkling fluorescent lights hanging on the rear of the car. Under the fluorescent lights, there is a photo of Qiu Ling pasted on the back of the car.

The other party was dressed in a suit, but had an extremely killer hairstyle, holding flowers in his hand, holding a microphone and shouting upstairs, "Lingling, come down!

Come down and see me! "
This shouting was not over yet, seeing that there was no response, the other party took the microphone and played the song "Love To Die" affectionately with his eyes closed.

Pentatonic insufficiency, the tune went to the Atlantic Ocean.

Several security guards in the community covered their ears and hid in the distance like a plague god.

"Speaking of which—" Song Jianjian coughed lightly, she stepped forward and patted the man on the shoulder, covering his ears with one hand, "Young man, don't you think your singing is ugly?"

Upstairs, Qiuling, who had been observing the movement here, saw Song Bumian coming, her eyes lit up, "Bumian! I'm here! Wait for me!"

She rushed out immediately and took the elevator.

"Miss." Eleven pursed her lips, but stopped talking.

"Follow me quickly, I will protect you later." Qiuling grabbed Shi's wrist.

Eleven's eyes fell on the white and slender hand holding his wrist, his eyes were dark and hot.

The elevator doors closed.

"Eleven, look at me." Qiu Ling took a few deep breaths, and met Eleven's eyes.

Looking at those shining eyes, her eleven Adam's apple rolled.

"Eleven, do you think I look good?"

Qiu Ling became more and more nervous.

This is the third time she spends alone with Song Bumian.

To be honest, she used to hate Zhang Dawei's pestering over and over again, and thought he was nothing but rubbish.

If it weren't for the fact that the two generations had a close relationship in the past, Qiuling would have wanted to report the scene, arrest him, and let him go inside and reform.

But now, Qiu Ling is really grateful to Zhang Dawei.

If she hadn't been stalking her, she wouldn't have had a chance to meet Song Bumian.

No, here's the chance?
In order to meet Song Bumian, Qiuling put on the most exquisite Korean nude makeup, sprayed Zhannan perfume on her body, and wore the most beautiful dress.

She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Miss is naturally the prettiest."

He has no memory and was rescued by the lady, who is everything to him.

Then Li Jia, who played in "Wan Jun", won the best supporting actress award.

For a while, the word Song Jianjian swept the entire Internet.

After the broadcast of An Luohe, Song Jianjian was among the first-line, and won unanimous praise.

And "Wan Jun" was also released in early spring.

In the early spring, there is still a posture of warm and cold, so that the snow outside has not completely melted.

Song Jianjian and Lu Xing drove to the cinema.

The two were wrapped tightly and sat in the last row.

I thought that no one would come in such a cold day, but it was overcrowded and there were no empty seats.

Song Jianjian was afraid of being recognized, so he kept his head sideways.

Lu Xing looked funny, rubbed her head, and pressed her into his arms.

Song Jianjian took the opportunity to put his hand into his clothes and touched his abdominal muscles.

Lu Xing: ""

He tensed his body and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't make trouble."

Song Jianjian curled his lips and hummed

Li Jia only started to appear in the second half.

The little girl next to her cried: "Song Jianjian's acting skills are so good, Li Jia's mother is so warm, I can't help but think of my mother."
Song Jianjian: You won’t think so after a while.

The little girl's companion also said: "Yes, what does Jian Jian look like? When I first came out, I didn't even recognize her. I thought she was a middle-aged woman."

Song Jianjian: Thank you.

It wasn't until Li Jia was brought into the scene that the little girl next to her said angrily: "Why do you doubt Li Jia, Li Jia doesn't look like a bad guy, have you ever seen such a good-looking bad guy like her?"

"That's it."

Immediately afterwards, Jingcha presented evidence, and Li Jia revealed her true colors.

She tore off the disguise, her eyes were dark and deep, and she smiled sinisterly: "You don't know how I disposed of those corpses."
"I'll take them one by one first, from bottom to top, watching those eyes finally stay in panic and unwillingness."

"Those beautiful bodies make me jealous, I hate why my body is so ugly, I hate why they live in the sun with a smile.

Li Jia is obviously a little crazy, but she still keeps calm, sits on the chair, and smiles with a charming smile: "Jingguan, you don't know how they struggled in the end, they waited until they died. I hope someone will save me."

She asked Xiao Jingguan next to her to light a cigarette for her, her eyes were misty and affectionate, the smoke was lingering, and she smiled briskly.

"Let me do the math. I killed fifteen girls in total. They cried and begged me to let them go. It's a pity. I couldn't wait to open up their bodies. The smell of their internal organs was so stinking. nausea."

Just listening to it made someone in the movie theater gag.

The little girl next to Song Jianjian was still complaining just now, but now her eyes are flushed with nausea.

Song Jianjian glanced at Lu Xing, the man frowned and hugged her tightly.

She couldn't help laughing.

In the end, Li Jia was shot dead, and a Jing officer took Li Jia's daughter by the hand to her grave.

Jing Guan said: "You can't be like your mother in the future."

Li Jia's daughter stared blankly at the tombstone, her eyes were empty: "Yeah, I can't be like her."

It's a pity that no one knows how good that woman was to her, and no one knows that what she looks forward to most every day is to see that woman.

Now, that woman is never coming back.

After the movie ended, the crying in the movie theater was unbearable.

Before leaving, Song Jianjian gave the little girl a piece of paper to comfort her.

The little girl opened her mouth, and suddenly grabbed her hand: "Sharp."

Song Jianjian was stunned for a moment, feeling a little regretful.

The little girl let go of her hand again: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake."

Song Jianjian laughed.

She wasn't stupid, she knew she was recognized, but the little girl was obviously afraid of being recognized.

She waved her hand, took Lu Xing's hand and walked away
The heavy snow began to fly down wantonly again, falling on the two figures, and gradually covered with a layer of mist.

They still have a long way to go.

However, they will go together.