I never mind escaping Escort with the person I like, and this cannot be said that I am too strong in that aspect, after all, we are not frequent at all.

In fact, although Wang Zhaoyang is not as strong as a young man, he is still quite wild when he is in bed, which is enough to bring me the fun of being a woman. I like to do that with him, I admit it.

I posted this message on a whim, and I forgot it after posting it, and Wang Zhaoyang didn't reply. Didn't he say he was talking to his family?

I sighed at Xie Tingting's belly for a while, and the game over there was also a break, so I took a taxi with Chen Feiyang. Most of the time I was talking about the house on the way. In fact, Chen Feiyang's parents are still alive, and there is nothing wrong with his house, so he is not very clear about it.

I asked him where he lived after demolition, and he said, "I'll buy it in my house and decorate it when I find my wife."

I looked at him and smiled, "How old are you? You always think about what your wife is doing. It's good to have two more love affairs."

Chen Feiyang felt that I was not serious, and he said, "We got married early. What's wrong with getting married early? After getting married, you can work hard to do your career."

I have inquired about Chen Feiyang's career. After he retired, he received a subsidy of 3,000 yuan a month, even if he did nothing, the government would support him until he was old. In addition, he actually didn't have any serious job. He helped his master's boxing gym purely for volunteer help. He also trained himself, helping his master with his apprentice, and did not ask for his master's salary.

I said, "Actually, you can be a model with your figure, which is quite standard."

Chen Feiyang has an absolutely good figure. I have seen a photo he sent me in a swimming pool wearing swimming trunks, and the proportions are quite good. People who practice martial arts have pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, mermaid lines, etc., so they are not a problem. They also look good. They can be a supermodel embryo when they are well trained.

Chen Feiyang was a little disdainful, and he said, "Are you going to be anal when you are a model?"

"Who told you?" His seriousness made me laugh.

He said: "I know a few models who almost went there before, but that's true, those supermodels, all..."

OK OK OK I won’t listen to him. I’ve been around the circle, and I know all the situations he said. It’s really hard to become famous these days. Not only is it difficult to become famous, but it’s hard to hold a stable job if you don’t have enough luck.

The modeling circle is indeed a very chaotic circle, between models, between models and designers, between models and investors, between men and women, between men and men, anyway, it is a mess. Moreover, in the designer industry, homosexuality is most likely to appear.

Kenny, who I worked with before, is a standard homosexual.

A good young man like Chen Feiyang who has entered the provincial team and has received long-term brainwashing education from the Party, is also a sportsman who is engaged in sports. He cannot look at this thing directly.

I think he is quite simple.

I didn't say anything, looking at the city that was gradually changing outside. This city had everything I was familiar with. Wang Zhaoyang once took me by riding a motorcycle to walk through this road.

Chen Feiyang suddenly called me, "Xiao Chang."

Me: "Call me."

I didn't allow him to call my name because I had a small word in my name. Chen Feiyang was younger than me, so I would still call her sister and I would feel more comfortable.

He refused to call, and he said, "I don't like calling that."

"Why?"

"That won't be ** anymore."

I'm down!

I no longer want to argue with Chen Feiyang. He is just chasing me, but it is not annoying to chase me, because this person is really simple and has no meaning at all. Even if the word "**" pops up, you can automatically understand that he can't speak.

He has been training since he was a child and has basically never taken much cultural courses.

I ignored him, he called me, but I ignored him.

Chen Feiyang, "Sister, sister, sister, sister..."

I turned to look at him, and he said, "Xiao Chang."

I glared at him.

Chen Feiyang: "Sister, sister, sister, sister... can you listen to me now, right?"

"Yeah, you said."

"Xiao Chang, are we getting married?" Chen Feiyang flashed his eyes and suggested to me excitedly and sincerely. I was amused and crying, "What do you want to do?"

He said: "I just want to live with you. We get married and have a child. You take care of the child at home. If you don't want to take care of it, I will leave it to my mother to take care of it. Then you cook at home every day. Well, if you don't like to cook, then I will make it. Although it is not delicious, it is very nutritious. You can do nothing, just do some housework. Then when the child grows up, I also have my own boxing gym. You teach him to learn literature and I teach him to practice martial arts. Our children are all talented in civil and martial arts. When they are not busy, we throw the child to my mother, I take you out for a walk on the beach, and we can also go to the movies together..."

I interrupted him, "I don't like those who are younger than me."

"Why?"

I said, "Don't you know that women are older than men?"

Chen Feiyang was still excited and confident, "That happens, when you get old, I'm not old yet. When you get into a wheelchair, I can push you. Let's go fishing at the beach, catch crabs, and pick up kelp..."

The picture is beautiful, I smiled.

In fact, it was very pretentious, but because it was said from Chen Feiyang, it did not seem pretentious. He was looking forward to it and conceived it himself. Chen Feiyang is really a very simple person, and there is no element of acting in his eyes.

I don’t want to say anything else to refuse. I have rejected him many times. And I understand, do young people like someone? Sometimes they just have emotions. They like it, but they can’t let it go, just like I used to treat Wang Zhaoyang and then Li Hua.

The conscience of heaven and earth, I have absolutely no intention of keeping a spare tire at this time, and I don’t want to keep it like this one smaller than me, so I can’t stand it.

When I got downstairs of my house, the place was very dark. Chen Feiyang insisted on watching me go up and told me to turn on the lights as soon as possible after I got home. When he saw that I turned on the lights, he would go back.

In fact, I, Yan Xiaochang, is very lucky. Although I was not very reincarnated and suffered some grievances in the past ten years, when I grew up, I have been warmed by different people in various ways.

Demolition is not something that can be solved in one or two days. I haven’t done anything substantial when I come back this time, but I still have to go back.

I gave Wu Yuqing 15,000 yuan, okay, my sister is completely naked now, she has no money on her body, and when she walks with Wang Zhaoyang, she feels a little bit unconfident and worried.

In the hotel, I was lying on him, and we were still wearing clothes at this time.

"What's wrong with you? You haven't had a good sleep." I asked Wang Zhaoyang.

He blew a little and pulled me up and put it on himself, "It's been a lot of things lately."

I sighed, "I can't help you either." I slid my fingers across his collarbone. This man has two very beautiful collarbones, especially when his bones are half lying on the pillow, I feel drooling.

I didn't want to see him so tired, so I said happily, "Let's make a baby!"

Wang Zhaoyang was so amused that he frowned slightly, and said with an open mouth, "Are you trying to squeeze my rhythm?"

Oh, I was so embarrassed to say that I pressed my head on his shoulder, acted coquettishly and put him on, and there was no longer the shaking jade pendant between us.

I lay under him, and when it was almost over, I suddenly walked out of my god. I said, "Oh, it's another period of safety."

Wang Zhaoyang was stunned, stopped moving, supported his palm on the bed, and did not press against me. Looking at me like this, he looked very regretful, "I didn't want to ejaculate anymore."

"Waste ammunition?" I smiled.

He rubbed my hair, looked at my eyes, and moved again. As if in a small boat, we swayed with the ups and downs. I reached out to wrap my arms around his neck, letting him get closer to me, and his voice softly, "You must marry me. Even if I have nothing but love, your ammunition can only be wasted on me alone, and I hear nothing."

He rubbed my nose with his nose and gently pecked my mouth, "If the job is not going well, quit. I will take you away after the New Year. Do you have any places you want to go?"

I have nothing to go, "I want to have a home."

He kissed me, "There will be."

As long as I am by his side, I feel very happy, so happy that I am about to cry.

But this happiness passes in such a hurry that it makes people not rush to take action.

I returned to Beijing again, and this time I had to record two consecutive episodes of the show, and then I didn’t have to do a job during the New Year holiday.

Halfway through the show, I looked at my phone in the locker room during the intermission, and a text message from a domestic number, "I want to talk to you, please reply when you see it."

This text message was not signed, and it may have been sent incorrectly. I still have to go back to record the second half. I don’t have time to study this now, put my phone back in the cabinet, make up for makeup, and then go back to the studio.

My performance in the second half was not very positive, and I kept thinking about text messages in my mind. I felt that my premonition was particularly accurate, and I had a strong premonition that the storm was about to come and the wind filled the building.

Even, I had a premonition of who was sending this text message.

I didn't rush to reply to the text message. After I got home, I called Wang Zhaoyang first, and did not mention the text message. I asked him, "Dear, what are you doing?"

"Blow my hair after taking a shower," he said, turning on the hair dryer for me. I seemed to see the picture on the other end of the phone. He used the hair dryer to sway his phone microphone twice, as if he was blowing my face and hair. At this time, I felt that our distance was so close, but why am I so sad?

After a few sweet words, I hung up the phone, flipped through the text message, and went back: "What are you?"

"Chang Keru, Wang Zhaoyang's wife."

I looked at these words and naturally shed tears, my fingers trembled, not knowing whether I should see them.

She then sent, "If you are in Beijing, I can come over to see you now, and if you want to talk to me too."
Chapter completed!