The actor's thighs are so good to hug

[[-]] White female ticket

After playing for a week, after returning to China, he resumed his career as an anchor.

The new company promised him that he could broadcast live at home, as long as he completed it according to the time agreed in the contract.So he spent two days transforming one of the two-bedroom rooms into a live broadcast room. He hired workers to paint the walls, install LED lights with appropriate brightness, and then build a whole background wall according to his preference. It was covered with various posters of their band, and finally arranged their various instruments.I was busy until two o'clock in the evening before going to sleep.

On the third day, the live broadcast was ready.

Unexpectedly, it was only past seven o'clock in the morning, and the phone rang.

Who is so inhumane?Don't you know that as a network anchor, his daily life starts at three o'clock in the afternoon?

He frantically glanced at his phone. It was an unfamiliar number. He didn't want to answer it at first, but the phone rang persistently. The person who posted the advertisement must not be so dedicated. He was probably a phone scammer.

He was angry for getting up, and was about to take it out on the scammer.

"Hello!" This one was loud and loud.

"Is it midsummer?" The polite and gentle voice was a little familiar.

"Uh, yes, I am," he was a little confused for a moment, he wasn't a scammer, but he couldn't tell who it was from the voice, "Who are you?"

"Midsummer," the man's voice on the phone was very cheerful, "Did I disturb your rest?"

"You know that too." He didn't have a good voice.Anyone who is woken up early in the morning will not be in a better mood, "Who the hell are you?"

"We met in Japan a few days ago, have you...forgot?"

Hehe, it turned out to be the one looking for the duck, how could he forget that the bag is still in the closet.

"Have you returned to China? Do you have time? Let's meet."

"That... no, how did you know my number?" Sheng Xia felt a little unbelievable, even if he was drunk, but he didn't break the story.He remembered very clearly that the two did not leave any contact information.

"That day I used your mobile phone to call mine and saved the number."

Sheng Xia thought about it, forget it, I can't remember.

"Then how did you unlock it? I shouldn't tell you the password."

"Use your fingerprints. You slept too soundly. I was embarrassed to wake you up, so I squeezed your fingers and pressed them."

The man was not guilty at all, and answered with confidence.

Sheng Xia felt that he was quite shameless sometimes, but when he met someone even more shameless than him, he could only admit cowardice.

"Oh."

What else can I do?Do you want justice for your fingers?hehe.

"Do you have time tonight for dinner?"

"No, I have work at night." That's right, the fans were promised to live broadcast for four full hours.

"Well, when will it end?"

"I'm going to work until twelve o'clock, and the meeting will be around 12:30. Can you arrange it?" A little anticipation surged in his heart, and his tone was subconsciously coquettish.

Although he was born with a pair of peach blossom eyes, with the ends of his eyes slightly raised, even if he doesn't say anything, he still has a flirtatious vibe, but with the conscience of heaven and earth, he thinks that he is really not a casual person.

That day, there was romance in a foreign country, coupled with the reminder of alcohol, but more, it was because of that person.

Falling in love at first sight is very old-fashioned, and he didn't believe there was such a thing in this world before.

But just meeting that person, the string in my heart was plucked, trembling.

"No problem, just send me your home address, and I'll be there at 12:30."

"it is good."

I hung up the phone, sent the address, and went back to sleep.

But I couldn't fall asleep, no matter how I thought about it, it was wrong.

What he wanted was to have a good relationship with someone or something, but why did he answer "yes"?What's good?Why do you send me your home address?Isn't this a date? How can you make an appointment in the middle of the night for the first date, or at home?

It doesn't look like a serious date at all.

Forget it, anyway, the two of them got off to a bad start.

Go to sleep.

The live broadcast started on time at seven o'clock in the evening, chatting and singing with fans, the time passed quickly, and it was twelve o'clock in a while.He said goodbye to his fans, turned off the live broadcast, sat on the sofa in the living room, and suddenly found himself a little nervous.

Not only nervous, but also a little bit excited, a little unclear... blah blah blah.

Do you want to take a shower first?Or some perfume?Let's clean the bedroom first.

Ah, he slapped himself, what was he thinking.Dating, dating, pure dating.

At 12:30, the doorbell rang on time.

As soon as he opened a crack, the man rushed into the door forcefully, with makeup still on his face, he hugged him and kissed him.

From the living room to the bedroom, by the time he realized it, he had already been stripped/naked/naked.

very nice.He gasped and stared at the ceiling, what a pure date.

When I opened my eyes the next day, the person was gone again.

On the low table beside the bed, there was a note and a card.

"I have something to go to other provinces, the password of the card is my birthday, please contact me again."

There is no ranking, and there is no signature.

He smiled angrily, picked up the card and looked at it carefully, your birthday, who the hell knows when your birthday is?Damn, I was voted by a female again, and it was still a white/female vote.