Sweet!The boss in the Beijing circle seduces and pets the gentle and soft little fairy

Qin Mo was sitting on the single sofa beside her, with his long legs spread apart, his elbows resting on his thighs, and he kneaded her pale fingers with both hands.

Obviously the movements of her hands were so careless, but the words she spit out made her brain go blank for a moment.

She raised her eyes stiffly, and moved her eyes inch by inch to the man's sharp and cold eyebrows, the dark eyes contained a deep meaning that made her tremble.

Jiang Wansheng looked at him steadily, with a pair of moist and clear eyes that were clear and clear.

Suddenly, she pulled out a smile, and the corners of her eyes drooped obediently.

The finger that Qin Mo was playing with suddenly curled up, holding his thumb that was circling her palm.

tight.

Qin Mo's eyes dimmed, feeling the soft covering of his thumb.

"I'll wait for you to come back."

The girl's soft and clear voice rose.

She didn't answer directly, but Qin Mo knew that this was the prelude to the opening of the door of his heart.

He let out a chuckle from his throat, pushed her fingers away, stretched out his big hand with well-defined joints, and slowly squeezed into the gap between the girl's fingers, the skin friction brought dense itching.

Then tightened, interlocking fingers.

He raised his eyebrows lazily, stared at her seriously with his deep eyes, and parted his thin lips lightly.

"it is good."

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Cloud City Grand Theater.

The "Zhuyu Cup" National Piano Competition was held as scheduled. As the most influential piano competition in China, outstanding players from all over the country were gathered.

The schedule of the finals lasted for two days, and the twelve selected pianists played the selected repertoire according to the order of drawing lots.

According to the results of the previous lottery, Qin Weizhao was the third player to play on the first day.

……

On the day of the competition, Qin Weizhao prepared in the separate lounge.

A makeup artist paints on her delicate little face.

The assistant ran in, and Qin Weizhao asked eagerly, "Is Uncle Cen here?"

The assistant shook his head with an ugly expression, "Not yet."

Hearing this, the beautiful almond-shaped eyelashes drooped down, trying to cover up the loss that was about to overflow.

Pink lips pursed, and she whispered in a very soft voice: "... He obviously sent a message yesterday, and he promised to come and see it."

There is a deep sadness in the tone.

Since the last kiss, she had expected great progress between the two of them.

As a result, on the second day, Cen Yu returned to his gentle and restrained appearance, his phoenix eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were calm, as if nothing happened that night.

After that, she entered the closed training of the "Zhu Yu Cup" master class.

She sent him messages almost every day, and although he never took the initiative, he responded to every word.

He obviously rejected her, but gave her the illusion of hope.

She is really going crazy!

After the simple makeup and hair were done, the makeup artist left, just passing by the staff who were about to come in.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, his pupils shrank when his eyes touched the tall figure outside the door.

Subconsciously, he was about to blurt out his exclamation, but a quiet but oppressive look in his eyes seemed to be substantively suppressed, and he was so frightened that he immediately fell silent.

……

And Qin Weizhao in the lounge is still immersed in the condemnation of Cen Yu.

The assistant came over with the gown, "Zhao Zhao, here is the gown for the competition later, come here and change."

"咚咚-"

There was a knock on the door.

The assistant put the clothes on the sofa and went to open the door.

She froze when the door was half opened.

"Cen..."

Qin Weizhao turned her head subconsciously, and she couldn't see anything because the door was blocking her.

"what happened?"

The assistant turned his head and smiled strangely, and covered it up: "It's nothing, the staff has something to discuss, I'll go there first."

Qin Weizhao nodded indifferently.

The lounge was empty, and she went straight to the changing room with the gown.

After locking the door of the changing room, she heard the sound of the door panel opening and closing outside.

She thought it was the assistant who had gone and returned.

While changing clothes, he talked to the people outside, "Sister Fang, is Cen Yu still here?"

The people outside didn't respond.

She knew that she hadn't come yet.

"Liar, big liar!" She complained aloud, "Still a stinky rascal."

"I didn't admit it even after I kissed you. You can see that I bullied people hard when I was young."

"Is he justified in his age?"

Still no response, but she was too distracted to complain and didn't notice anything.

"That thing probably won't work anymore. I don't even dislike him. It's too much."

While talking, her clothes were changed, but the zipper on the back was not closed after working hard for a long time.

She freaked out, "Good, another day when I can't zip up my dress."

Qin Weizhao walked to the door, intending to open it and ask his assistant to help.

While talking, he said, "Even the clothes are in trouble with Cen Mutou, I really..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The tall figure of the man stood quietly in front of her for an unknown how long.

The navy blue suit is neatly pressed, buttoned to the top button, meticulous.

She moved her gaze upwards stiffly, and the gold-rimmed glasses cast under the incandescent light made her phoenix eyes even more unpredictable.

She widened her pupils in shock, "You..."

"You've been here?" She said with difficulty.

"fraud."

"rogue."

"I'm too old to work?"

He repeated slowly, every word seemed to roll over on the tip of his tongue, his voice was hoarse and mellow.

Qin Weizhao's heart trembled.

"Zhao Zhao said that about Uncle Cen behind his back." He chuckled.

There is indeed bottomless and unpredictable in the phoenix eyes.

Qin Weizhao looked at his ascetic face with a half-smile, and swallowed unconsciously.

Untimely, I feel that such Uncle Cen is even more memorable, come on.

She continued fearlessly: "That's not it, I'm just stating the facts."

When Cen Yu took a few steps closer, Qin Weizhao shrank his neck involuntarily, and then quickly reacted and looked directly at him.

Like a little beast that is not afraid of death.

She is provoking Cen Yu.

Cen Yu saw it right away.

He stared at her deeply for a few seconds.

Sighing, "Turn around first."

Qin Weizhao turned around obediently, but still refused to give up, "An old man like you who is on his way to the third year is generally not good, not very good."

Cen Que smiled warmly, "Where can't it be?"

"Time, strength, posture, technique." He stated solemnly, as if making a formal speech, but what he said was not innocent.

Qin Weizhao felt numb from his feet to his head.

Obviously he hasn't done anything yet, but she feels that he has said and done everything.

"Zhaozhao told Uncle Cen, what's wrong, huh?"

The ending sounded up, and the mild and gentle voice revealed deviant eroticism.

His fingers slowly moved down the girl's spine, and the fingertips were as close as possible to the skin.

The tender white color came into sight, and Cen Yu was insane for a moment.

Squeeze the tiny zipper and zip it up.

Qin Weizhao sucked his stomach subconsciously, and replied: "I'm just talking nonsense, nonsense."

Cen Yu laughed, as if mocking her for admitting love too quickly.

Speechless for a while.

Cen Yu moved very slowly, noticing the girl's tight belly.

His hand passed through her waist, and he patted her lower abdomen lightly.

"Don't suck."

Qin Weizhao was shaken by his surprise attack.

She just thought of the embarrassing experience of asking him to help but failed to pull it up last time, so she just kept putting it away, but was vented by his slap.

"I can pull it up."

The man added slowly.

Qin Weizhao's face flushed red.