"Hey, haven't you written a new script recently? Why are you so leisurely, pulling me out to go shopping every day." In the mall rest area, Zhong Chuhong asked casually, rubbing his aching ankle from wearing high heels.

"Yes, I promised to write a script for Jiahe. If Long is still filming in the United States, even if I write it, I can't shoot now, so I will write slowly." While speaking, Qiao Feng hugged Zhong Chuhong's leg to his own. Go, ready to help her rub her feet.

"Hey, what are you doing, so many people are watching, pay attention." Zhong Chuhong wanted to lower his legs in a panic.

"Then let them see how important things are, you have slept before, are you still afraid of having an affair with me?" Qiao Feng leaned into Zhong Chuhong's ear and laughed.

"Fuck, you are rascal again." Zhong Chuhong gave him a white look.

"How come you are a gangster, you are my girlfriend and I am your boyfriend. It's just right for us to be close!" Qiao Feng said.

"That's not okay, you are a big star, and everyone is paying attention to every move. You think the newspaper will be full of our photos tomorrow." Zhong Chuhong pulled out his legs hard and stopped rubbing his feet, and quickly put on his shoes.

Qiao Feng muttered silently: "It sounds like you are not a big star."

"Yes, yes, we are all big stars, so we need to pay more attention." Zhong Chuhong said as if to coax the child, and barely touched Qiao Feng's head and said, baby be good, obedient, don't make trouble.

After sitting and resting for a while, Zhong Chuhong stood up and said, "Let's go, I'm almost done shopping and go back."

"Where are you going back? I'm still going to invite you to watch a movie." Qiao Feng said.

Zhong Chuhong looked at the table below, and it was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon, so he said: "What kind of movie I watch, every day I am tired from filming, and finally have the opportunity to rest, go home to eat a meal, and sleep well."

"No, you didn't say that when I asked you to go shopping." Qiao Feng was speechless.

"What did I say?" Zhong Chuhong raised an eyebrow.

"You said that now every day at home is to eat and sleep, sleep and eat, the only exercise time is to go shopping, and you said that you can lose weight." Qiao Feng rolled his eyes in ecstasy.

"Women are fickle, don't you know?" Zhong Chuhong blinked her eyes charmingly, and then walked outside the mall with her small bag.

"Hey, wait for me." Qiao Feng hurriedly followed with large bags of things.

"Let's go, take you home first." Zhong Chuhong said after getting in the car.

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"Ah, stinky rascal, please be gentle."

"What is lighter? Didn't you just say that it is a little heavy"

"Asshole, you're a donkey, you're so full."

"Have you ever seen a donkey, just say I am a donkey. If I am a donkey, then you won't be a donkey day."

"You're Donkey Day"

"Then you are a donkey."

"Then you are a jackass."

"So I just hit you."

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"Dead, dead, ah."

A long and tactful sigh of contentment ended this intense melee combat.

Zhong Chuhong's face was full of sweat after exercising, his eyes rolled white, his chest was violently up and down, and he was panting.

Qiao Feng cleaned up briefly, then took a towel and wiped Zhong Chuhong's sweat.

After a while, Zhong Chuhong eased his mind from the lingering rhyme, and plunged his head into Qiao Feng's arms, and sighed again contentedly and said, "Sooner or later I will die in your hands."

"Hahaha." Qiao Feng laughed triumphantly, and then said: "It's okay, I will find some sisters for you in the future, and they will help you share the burden, you can't die."

"Look, let's show the fox tail, you know you have bad intentions with Guan Zhilin." Zhong Chuhong sneered.

"More than Guan Zhilin, I have the same bad intentions towards Zhao Yazhi.

"What, you and her also have a leg?" Zhong Chuhong sat up straight in surprise.

"Everything has a leg. Except I don't know how many legs I have with you, I and other people are innocent. You can't slander me." Qiao Feng shook his head, he doesn't carry this pot.

"Innocent, do you dare to say that you and Guan Zhilin are innocent?" Zhong Chuhong gave Qiao Feng a vicious look.

"Of course, I swear to God, nothing happened between me and her." Qiao Feng said with a finger up.

Then he paused. Under Zhong Chuhong’s face that had just eased, Qiao Feng said again: "But, I really want to have something with her. Seeing her meaning, I don’t seem to object to it. I guess if the time is right, we will sooner or later. What will happen."

"Asshole, I'll bite you to death." Looking at the smirk on Qiao Feng's face, Zhong Chuhong's anger grew from his heart to the guts, with a small mouth, and a bite of small silver teeth, biting fiercely. On Qiao Feng's Mimi.

"Pain, pain, let go, let go quickly." Qiao Feng's painful eyes were streaming with tears.

You must have the consciousness of being bitten if you are guilty, especially humiliation.

Zhong Chuhong was determined not to let go of Qingshan, so she bit on it and didn't let it go. Qiao Feng was crying and begging. Zhong Chuhong also bit Mimi's slurred jump and said: "Hey, hey, hey. Yozali Senshan Tower gives the ring back."

Qiao Feng didn't understand a word, so he could only continue to apologize and beg for mercy.

And what Zhong Chuhong said is actually very simple, I am not loose, I want to leave a mark on you.

Zhong Chuhong bit until he felt the smell of blood in his mouth, then let go of his teeth.

As soon as Mimi was released, Qiao Feng slid and hid at the root of the wall, holding the quilt tightly to her. The pear blossoms with rain looked like a little girl ruined by a brute scum.

"Come here, why are you running so far, people won't eat you." Zhong Chuhong charmingly wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, then stretched out his finger to hook Qiao Feng.

This picture looks like a skin and meat business, but the prostitutes and those who were prostituted fell apart.

"No, I won't be over to kill me." Qiao Feng shook his head.

"Then do you want to find a sister for others?" Zhong Chuhong smiled charmingly.

"I think." Qiao Feng nodded his head without hesitation and forgot to hurt his scar.

"Then quickly come over to me." Zhong Chuhong changed his face and shouted.

"Come here, you will kill me." Qiao Feng wanted to shake up his husband and threw the quilt away, Hong Guoguo walked up to Zhong Chuhong in a brave and righteous posture.

It’s just that the picture is too beautiful to describe. There’s no way. Who would let Qiao Feng’s small steel cannon face Zhong Chuhong’s face?

"Have you seen, I left a mark on your chest, and it will leave a scar when you are done." Zhong Chuhong pointed to Mimi who was still bleeding, and then said with a smile: "As long as other women don't mind this, I will also Don't mind making them my sisters."

"Is this what you said?"

"Yes, I said."