Qiu Qiu subconsciously wanted to hide, but there was nothing behind the glass, and there was no place to hide his figure.
As soon as Xiaoli saw him, her eyes turned red quickly. With this kind of ability to cry when you say it, being a screenwriter and an actor is the right way.
Xiaoli threw down the support item in her hand, and ran to the glass in three steps at a time. She was wearing a pink support shirt with Qiu Qiu's ID photo printed on the chest. It had no sense of design and was a mess of simplicity .
She looked at Qiu Qiu carefully, wondering if it was because of his makeup and clothes, this boy looked very strange.
He is no longer the gentle little brother who would coax himself and buy him small gifts, but a... a newcomer idol whom he met for the first time.
Qiu Qiu hadn't heard from her for a long time. He thought that after they broke up, they would be able to stay safe, but who would have thought that they would meet on such an occasion. But if you think about it, the information about the semi-finals is all published online, and many people are discussing it on the school forum. If she likes to browse the forum so much, she will definitely know.
Xiaoli opened her mouth to say something, but the glass curtain wall between them was so soundproof that they couldn't hear each other's words at all.
So the two could only stand face to face and chat on the phone.
The moment the phone was connected, Qiu Qiu was in a daze. He always felt that this scene seemed familiar, and he remembered it later—this is not a story in "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight Stories Between Me and Qiu Qiu" published by Xiao Li. .
In the story, the astronaut "Qiu Qiu" was about to go to the sky, and "Xiao Li" bid farewell with tears in his eyes.
... As a result, the manned rocket failed to launch, and "Qiu Qiu" exploded into a firework in space.
After reading this work, Daxiong cried so much that he used up a pack of toilet paper. He also recommended it to Qiu Qiu, saying that it was a tear-jerking masterpiece of the year, and the degree of cruelty was five plus.
After reading it, Qiu Qiu felt that Neil Armstrong's coffin could not be held down anymore.
On the phone, Xiaoli Lihua said with rain that she knew she shouldn't be entangled after breaking up, but she couldn't help but pay attention to Qiu Qiu's information.
She admitted that she did not breach the contract at all, and that the one hundred thousand yuan was just an excuse for her to see Qiu Qiu, but she did not expect that Qiu Qiu kindly sent fifty thousand yuan. She decided to use the 50,000 yuan to buy aid items, and she will be the head of Qiu Qiu's support group from now on, responsible for leading everyone to "call" Qiu Qiu.
Qiu Qiu has never heard of "calling", he has only heard of "calling".
Chinese language and literature are Qiu Qiu's professional strengths, and he knows that "口" means butt.
... Sure enough, Xiaoli still hates him until now
And what saddens Qiu Qiu the most is that the 50,000 yuan Xiaoli used to hire someone to spank his ass, but he has saved 21 years of lucky money.
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The webcast of the semi-finals of the "Super New Voices" division began at 8:00 p.m.
Because Fu Ruien had something on his mind, he attacked fiercely in the meeting, cutting to the point every sentence. The other party intends to cooperate with him to develop the Chinese market, so the two parties quickly reached an agreement. He ended the meeting early and declined his partner's dinner invitation, saying he had important business to do that evening.
And his main thing... is to stay in front of the TV and watch the live broadcast.
He came back a little late, and when he got to the hotel, the semi-finals had already started. However, Qiu Qiu sent him a WeChat message, telling him that he had drawn the penultimate one.
While playing the other contestants' singing, Fu Ruien connected the computer to the TV, put the sound aside, took the time to review the domestic documents, and then ate and took a bath step by step.
His timing was perfect, and when he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, the eighth contestant had just entered the stage.
Fu Ruien turned off the light, leaving only the dim warm light on the bedside table.
He stepped barefoot on the wool rug, and the towel slipped from his waist, revealing his muscular, well-proportioned body. The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was just right, and the breeze hitting his naked body, mixed with the aroma of the red wine in the decanter, made him gradually feel a little tipsy.
He leaned on the bed and looked at the familiar boy on the big screen obsessively. He was surprised to find that Qiu Qiu is very sexy today.
He was wearing a pair of black trousers, stretched tightly around his body, outlining his straight legs. The large T-shirt on his body slipped off mischievously, revealing a round shoulder and a slender neck. He has put on stage makeup, his face is shiny, his lips are full and bright, and when he smiles and greets the judges, the dimples around his mouth are faintly visible.
This kind of sexy is exclusive to young people. He is ignorant of the world, innocent and open-minded, but mixed with the knowledge and sense of adults only. With every gesture, everyone's eyes are firmly attracted by him.
Fu Ruien knew that no matter whether the audience knew the name Qiu Qiu before or not, they would fall in love with this boy crazily after this game.
Fu Ruien was proud, but also sad.
Of course, Qiu Qiu's repertoire was not "I wish you peace" that had been set before. Fu Ruien personally chose a song for Qiu Qiu, and he chose the little love song in English that Qiu Qiu sang at the welcome party the day the two first met.
That song was sweet, soft, with the fragrance of love, just like Qiu Qiu, Fu Ruien couldn't resist.
The brisk prelude sounded, the camera gradually zoomed in, and Qiu Qiu's Qingjun face occupied the entire screen.
Thinking of such a perfect boy once sleeping soundly next to his bed, Fu Ruien felt an impulse gradually rising in his body.
He seldom self-soothes, and whenever he wants to deal with his irritability, there is always someone by his side.
He admits that he has a special preference for handsome guys in clean white shirts, and he first fell in love with Qiu Qiu because his appearance suits his liking. But no matter how many similarities they have... Qiu Qiu will always be unique.
Qiu Qiu has already messed up his heart, when will he mess up his 800 square meter big bed
Fu Ruien's hand gradually slid down, and the force was just enough to rest on his private place.
Even though they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, Fu Ruien believed that when Qiu Qiu sang this song, he was thinking of himself, and his eyes would not lie.
Fu Ruien's hand gradually accelerated, and while he was masturbating himself, he refused to take his eyes off the screen for a moment.
This is his boy, he likes him, and wants to protect him as he grows up and gradually becomes a shining star.
The notes became lighter and lighter, and Qiu Qiu's voice became more and more moving. When the music gradually reached its peak, countless images of them together flashed in Fu Ruien's mind.
However, at this moment, the director turned the camera, and the scene quickly swept from Qiu Qiu's face to the tearful auditorium—
— A close-up of Xiaoli's nympho face with her hands on her cheeks appeared on the screen.
"!!!"
Fu Ruien's Armstrong cyclotron jet cannon was blown out of the air.