The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Jiang Yi nodded, sat down, and asked with his long legs folded: "Porcelain, what to eat at night?"

"Go out to eat, Fu Ziyan and the others have sent a message."

The day before the engagement banquet, the two men planned to invite their friends to dinner alone, and Jun Ci just received the news.

Such an invitation is bound to go.

As soon as Jiang Yi smiled, he thought he could have a candlelight dinner with Jun Ci alone when he came back, but after all, it was their invitation, and he didn't say anything.

When he was about to go out, Jiang Yi went into his bedroom to take a shower and changed his clothes. He saw that there was one missing computer on his desk. He took a hair dryer and asked by the way: "Where did you move the computer in my room?" "

"what……"

Jun Ci walked over and took the hair dryer in his hand: "I will blow it dry for you. The computer has been moved to the study. I have played several times."

She found a place to plug in the wires, drew a stool for Jiang Yi, and patted Jiang Yi on the head. Jiang Yi sat on the stool obediently with his head down, and his vague voice came from the sound of the hair: "Why did you move to the study room? If you play in my room, won't you?"

Nonsense, if you see that the piano and the little spy are working together to create a copy, the worldview will be no more.

She didn't speak, and the little spy next to her was having fun with Xiao Ci, and only the piano stood melancholy at the door of the kitchen, and looked into the study.

Probably because I have been addicted to the game for a long time recently, I feel a little depressed if I can't play at first.

Next to him, the dog son cello pouted and ate his dog food very happily.

Piano glanced at his stupid son, and then glared in the direction of the culprit. Jun Ci received the piano's gaze, sneered to express his disdain, and turned to blow Jiang Yi's hair, with his back facing the piano.

Piano: Spicy chicken shit!

She faced Jiang Yi, and Jiang Yi reached out and put her hand on her waist. Because she kept her head down and was bored, the buzzing was so loud that the teenager didn't speak much, so Jiang Yi unfaithfully moved her fingers around her waist.

He seemed to be playing some melody, his slender fingertips were dancing around the teenager's waist, like a ticking.

Jun Ci moved her waist slightly, and patted Jiang Yi's head along the way: "Be honest, itchy."

The tickling meat on the waist was originally a sensitive point, and Jiang Yi's touch like this made people have the urge to shrink.

Jiang Yi stopped moving immediately.

But he still stopped his fingers there, as if he was holding her waist.

She habitually wears loose-fitting clothes. Apart from the fact that she can see that the teenager is thin, she basically can’t see anything else. But only with this grip did Jiang Yi realize that the teenager’s waist is surprisingly thin, and she can hold both of her hands. It's wrapped up.

Obviously, with such a slender waist, how could a teenager have such a powerful explosive power.

The burly-looking people like Instructor Song are not opponents, let alone others.

But looking at her, it is hard to tell.

His heart moved slightly, there was a kind of throbbing he wanted to look up at Junci, and as soon as he was about to lift his head, he was forced to press it down: "You said don't move, if you don't blow it dry, don't go out!"

Although his hair is slender, it takes a few minutes to blow it up, and this person is restless after only one or two minutes.

Jiang Yi let out a low, unhappy hum, and the little spy next to him glanced at the words, and with a light tusk, he pulled Xiaozi and turned in a direction: Don't look, these two have hot eyes.

At this turn, I saw the very melancholy piano beside me.