In such a long night, lonely people always toss and turn in the darkness holding loneliness.
Chu Qiao stood up and stepped on the floor with her bare feet without making any sound.
When people who have never had worries have worries, they are not as heavy as usual.
"It's cold at night."
My body feels warm and my heart feels warm.
Without turning around, he continued to lie on the balcony railing holding the beer bottle, looking at the vast night sky.
The man next to her knelt down, lifted one of her feet, gently patted the soles of her feet twice, and then put on soft slippers.
Such noble fingers were doing such humble things for her.
She lowered her eyes and looked at him, her beautiful eyes twinkling slightly.
Yi Qingchen, what do you want to do?
"Qingchen, if one day you want to be with the person you like, please tell me.
Well, I mean, we don't have to keep the one-year promise."
Before he could finish speaking, his lips were already tightly sealed by a sudden kiss.
Shui Che's eyes widened, and his mind went blank for a moment.
The soft tongue flexibly pried open her lips, and with a somewhat restless rampage, it traced ambiguous shapes back and forth in her mouth, and as if punishing, it would bite her lips harshly from time to time.
By some mistake, Chu Qiao did not resist.
It must be lonely.
His kiss was like a tranquilizer that could pull people from hell to heaven.
After a long time, Yi Qingchen let her go, turned around and went upstairs angrily.
This guy.
Chu Qiao shook her dizzy head and poured another mouthful of wine into her mouth.
Shouldn't the person who was forcibly kissed be angry?
Her fine long hair was spread out like black ink on the white wool carpet.
The woman on the floor was sleeping soundly with a big pillow under her arms.
There were several empty wine bottles scattered on the coffee table in front of her, and there was Chibi Maruko-chan on the TV.
This is what Yi Qingchen saw as soon as he got downstairs.
He rubbed his temples with a headache, and gently picked her up by the waist.
Before she could put her on the sofa, Chu Qiao had already opened her eyes.
"Okay, wake up, I'm going to make breakfast."
"No need."
He hugged her, as if he didn't intend to let go, "You can sleep a little longer."
"No."
Chu Qiao glanced at the grandfather clock beside her, "It's past nine o'clock.
It's too late to turn back."
"Sleep, be good."
"Is it really okay to be so willful when it comes to work?"
"Well, it's okay."
So Chu Qiao didn't come out of the cage until nearly twelve o'clock, but she was woken up by Qin Momo's phone call.
"Sister Qiao, let's have lunch together today."
"Okay, I just want to treat you to a meal today."
The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became a little excited, "Sister Qiao, you want to treat me to dinner today."
"Well, what's the problem?"
"happy."
"Be good and wait at the company.
I'll pick you up after I pack up."
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The revolving restaurant is a major feature of Hotel Y.
It is located on the top floor of Hotel Y.
It has an extremely broad view and the most luxurious and elegant environment.
"It's beautiful here, thank you, Sister Qiao."
Qin Momo looked out the window at the endless city, with a smile on her pretty face.
"Happy birthday Momo."
Qin Momo was stunned for a moment, then looked at her in disbelief, "Sister Qiao, how do you know?"
"There is no way, high IQ is innate, and now I can't help but fall in love with my own wit."
"Sister Qiao, tell me."
"Silly girl, didn't you fill in your birthday date on QQ?
I received the reminder yesterday."
Chu Qiao shook the phone in her hand proudly.
"Look at my IQ, I forgot that there is this function on QQ.
In fact, Sister Qiao" she suddenly seemed a little depressed, "just now I wanted to ask you to have dinner together for this reason.
After much thought, I can accompany you."
You are the only one who celebrates my birthday.”
As Qin Momo spoke, she glanced not far away inadvertently, as if she had seen someone special.
Her face turned pale, and she immediately slid down from the chair and hid completely under the dining table.
Inside the floor-length tablecloth.
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