Terrorist attacks

Lin Xin got out of bed in a bathrobe.

Wandering around the room, but found nothing, he is a little irritable, the common thing for men is that they always smoke when they are irritable, he does not smoke, and he hates the smell of cigarettes, he wants to smoke people very much now.

So naturally, he ignored the important issue of why he was excluded from most men.

He is thinking, then laughing.

He thought carefully about last night's event, but he had too much drink to remember easily.

He doesn't smoke, but drinks, and he can drink very well, so he can't believe that he was drunk yesterday, and he went to someone's bed drunk.

He started wandering around the room again, his clothes were missing, and he searched slowly around the corners.

The quilt on the bed moved, the man seemed to wake up, gently pulled down the thin quilt, the waistband of the pajamas was loose, and gradually spread out, revealing a large area of ​​white skin, smooth and tight, Lin Xin had no time to take care of it, he rushed to In the bathroom, laundry basket, cabinets, on the floor, and even in the bathtub, there is no place left behind.

The person on the bed turned sideways, propped his head with his hands, and lay watching him coming in and out.

Lin Xin was tired from looking for it, and returned in vain after all the work. He turned his head to see the person on the bed looking at him lazily, a little resentful, and immediately walked over quickly, tugging at the collar of the other person and asked, "Where's my clothes?"

After pulling and pulling, the silk was slid down, revealing a pair of beautiful and firm long legs, with a few drops of white turbid liquid remaining on the inside of the thighs, Lin Xin's face turned slightly red.

"It's been taken to be washed. You should be able to wear my clothes. Go and look for them. They're all in the row of cabinets opposite."

Lin Xin thought it was his fault after all, so he didn't say much, just scratched his heart and felt uncomfortable.

He walked over, turned a few clothes out, took off his bathrobe, and turned his head subconsciously. Sure enough, the person on the bed turned over and looked at him getting dressed. Lin Xin cursed inwardly, and stepped to the right. Xiaobu, with his back to the person on the bed.

After putting on the shirt, Lin Xin slowly unbuttoned the cuff buttons and rolled them up one by one. It was a little hot, and he estimated that it would be lunch in 2 or 3 hours, and he had to go back to the law firm.

Walking to the door of the bedroom, the man called him to stop:

"You were chanting other people's names yesterday."

Lin Xin turned his head and was stunned. He looked at the man on the bed. He had a mixed-race face. The outline was particularly deep, and his face was rare and delicate. The eyebrows, eyes, ears, and nose were almost perfect works of art. Putting them together would only make people uncomfortable. Dare to see more.With a slender, strong and beautiful figure, his appearance and physical signs are more inclined to Westerners, and he exudes a heroic spirit.To be honest, he had never seen such a good-looking person.

But no matter how good a person is, it's hard for him to like him.

Lin Xin got out of the room, went downstairs, walked into the courtyard, and found that it was a very distinctive Chinese-style villa, with pavilions, pavilions, winding paths, small bridges and flowing water, artificial mountains and green trees, and a small lake beside it. Yangliu Yiyi's, this is in Beijing, not the south, to fiddle with this kind of thing is like throwing away a lot of money for fun, it's really extravagant.Lin Xin thought to himself, what comes up in the capitalist world is different. If you can think about it, go around the world to collect money, and then come to our socialism to burn money. Yes, it will contribute to GDP.

All the way out, people bowed to him and saluted him. Lin Xin noticed that there were many paintings hanging under the hall, in the promenade by the lake, even in the long aisle of the villa, and on the large wall next to the spiral staircase. Landscape paintings are the main ones, supplemented by a small amount of European-style oil paintings. You don't need to go to see them to know that they are all treasures.

It's rare that even though he is a half-foreign devil, he appreciates China's creation more than China's manufacturing. I am afraid that the Chinese themselves rarely do it.

Lin Xin stood at the entrance of the villa and looked back. The French windows on the third floor were covered by thick curtains, which were layer upon layer, probably people were still resting.Looking ahead, it's very remote, definitely outside the Fifth Ring Road, and the surrounding scenery is really good, but I can't see anyone for a long time, let alone taxis and buses, so I just detour.

He knew that Qiao Yisheng bought a lot of land in Beijing two years ago, when he was still in Zhonghuang, he was very concerned about everything in the business world.

The prices of those lands have doubled now, and most of them are of course commercially available. This small piece of land probably feels quiet and peaceful, so they put it away and built villas.

Lin Xin took out his mobile phone from his pocket, lost his clothes, but luckily the phone was still there.

"Lieutenant Sun, come and pick me up in your car."

When Sun Wei arrived, Lin Xin was squatting on the ground. It was almost noon, and it was very hot. He was tens of meters away from the villa, and there was a tree next to him to shade him from the sun. The tree trunk looks very leisurely.

"Do you want to sleep again?"

"Let's drive your car, I've been waiting for you for 2 hours and 41 minutes."

Lin Xin got into the car, Sun Wei shook his head:

"This place is too out of the way, you can really make a fuss, a client of your law firm? Why come here to discuss a case?"

Lin Xin didn't speak, Sun Wei handed him a bottle of water and concentrated on driving.

Sun Wei and Lin Xin grew up together, and his uncle's entertainment company was very popular in the industry, and they were in the limelight for a while.Sun Wei himself came back from studying abroad to learn how to be a director. He just came back a few years ago. He was arrogant and refused to rely on his uncle's relationship. He had to take his time step by step. As a result, he has a good appearance and it is always inevitable to go out to socialize. Almost by unspoken rules.

When he came back, he was naturally furious, and the director would also sneak in someone?

Immediately tidy up the broken glass heart and go home to find my uncle.

Later, I determined to dive into the entertainment industry.

Of course, such a grand goal is difficult to implement. He only occasionally has a bad joke and makes a guest appearance during the director process. In almost every film he directs, he can find three or five passers-by with different appearances and similar eyebrows, which saves the crew a lot of money. A lot of bento.

Sun Wei once defined himself as an idol group based on his appearance, and later defined himself as a capable group based on his degree certificate and academic style. In the end, he found out that he was actually a soy sauce and bento group, which was very frustrating.

He does not retaliate against the society, he said, I want to make good films, the intellectuals of the whole society should be like me, have connotation and depth, follow the banner of the party, and make good films that are conducive to the construction of socialist spiritual civilization and the development of a harmonious society .

Once he shot a public service video, which lasted 15 minutes, and in the last tens of seconds, he faced the camera with a serious expression: "Actually, in this society, many people are capable. If it is used to support a few more poor children, there will be many more elites in the country in the future. Of course, if I raise mistresses and donate money to poor mountainous areas at the same time, I can accept it, after all, human nature is complicated."

In the end, he laughed dryly. Of course, this section was cut without mercy before it was approved by the radio and television station. Out of self-comfort, he silently produced the full version and took it home as a private collection.