"Then don't go out. I'm here to see you, not to travel. How about we just stay in the hotel for two days?"
"Fu Qiuqiu, you've become a bad person."
Guan Yan was about to raise her head to bite his chin, but he noticed her. She exerted a little force with her hands holding her face, and he leaned back to avoid it.
Those rich and noble eyebrows and lips were smiling brightly. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "How did you learn to be bad? What are you thinking? Isn't it good to watch TV in the hotel for two days?"
Guan Yan pushed him aside and stepped back a few steps to the door, leaving half a person's distance between them. She raised her chin and said, "Okay, okay, then the person who loves watching TV should stay one meter away from me for the next two days."
You're laughing at her, right? Then he should become a monk.
"I was wrong. One meter is too far. Can I carry it with my back?"
Comrade Fuqiu admitted his mistake with a good attitude. He walked up to her, took her hand, pulled her to sit on the sofa, and massaged her shoulders and back.
"That depends on your technique. Pinch it well."
Guan Yan basically spent the whole day lying on the small sofa today. At first the massage was quite comfortable, and she gave verbal instructions.
"A little higher, a little lighter, that's right."
The technicians on the Fuqiu were very cooperative and did what she said.
"Okay, little princess, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
However, his attitude only lasted two minutes before he walked around from behind the sofa to the front, sat down, and lifted her up to sit on his lap.
He hugged her from behind, took off her jacket, let her back press against his chest, and started another Autumn-style massage.
He bit her ear and held it in his mouth, then placed his warm left hand on her lower abdomen, and his right hand was just enough to hold her through the chiffon shirt.
Guan Yan rested her head on his shoulder, her ears tickled by his kisses. She tilted her neck slightly, opened her eyes that had just been closed while enjoying the massage technique, and said, "Huh? Why don't you massage me anymore?"
He was still lighting the fire on her, his lips not leaving hers as he mumbled, "Isn't this pressing on me?"
His two hands, lips and tongue kept moving on various parts of her body, making her gasp for breath.
a long time.
Guan Yan bent her knees, leaned back to hug his shoulders, frowned, and whispered.
Her skin flushed, her whole body felt soft, her hair was tangled with sweat, she raised her hand to hold him and said softly:
"help me."
"good."
Fu Qiu sorted her clothes out as she requested.
By the way, I took off my pajamas which were in the way.
He raised his head, pinched her chin and kissed her, prying her lips open and entwining his lips with hers aggressively and possessively.
I wish I could pick her up in my mouth, chew her and swallow her.
Fu Qiu suddenly kissed her, bent down and picked her up sideways, and she subconsciously hooked her arms around his neck.
…
Guan Yan frowned and pretended to push against him with both hands, trying to push away Fu Qiuqiu, who was already satisfied both physically and mentally.
After it was over, how could Fu Qiu, who was holding her waist and back, let her push away? They were so close that there was no place to use his strength.
His eyebrows and eyes were a little softer and more affectionate, and his voice was so seductive that it concealed a smile: "My dear Yanbao, does your waist hurt? I didn't know it would hurt. My fault. Let me rub it for you."
After saying that, he spread out the five fingers of his right hand and pressed them on her back to prevent her from running away, while his left hand kneaded one side of her waist with moderate strength.
Guan Yan's sore waist felt better after being rubbed, so she stopped pushing him and put her hands on his shoulders.
only.
"Can you please take it back? Is this really okay?"
She complained mercilessly, just standing there, with a strong presence, which made her have wild thoughts.
Fu Qiu tried to suppress his laughter and coughed twice, "I can't control this. How about Yan Bao help me again?"
"No, you wish, my legs still hurt."
Guan Yan refused to agree. He remembered that he had just said that he would return the favor double, so he held his Adam's apple in his mouth and began to retaliate.
Fu Qiu was sucked so hard that she tilted her head back and groaned, her Adam's apple rolling uncontrollably. The hand that was rubbing her waist unconsciously moved to press on her buttocks.
His voice was low and ambiguous, trying to continue to fight for benefits:
"Anywhere else will do."
"No, no, what are you doing with your hands? Keep pinching."
Oops, we've been discovered.
"good……"
The next day, I went to play escape game with Fuqiu and was scared.
Although she is not very scared when watching horror movies, she still gets very scared when staying in that kind of environment for a long time.
In the evening, I dragged Fuqiu to watch a talk show by a blogger named Sanmao, whom she often came across.
Sanmao usually stays in Fuqiu. There are two shows in G City in the past few days. I bought tickets without hesitation. It was so popular that I almost didn’t get one.
It's so funny. It's different from text talk shows. He interacts with the audience throughout the whole process.
In order to avoid being Q-ed, she specially bought a middle seat. If she sat in the first row, she would definitely be Q-ed. Sitting too far back was also not okay, because then she wouldn't be able to see Sanmao's expression. His expression was quite funny sometimes.
Guan Yan and Xiaoyu had previously gone to see a traditional talk show in G City. There were five comedians and a host in the show. The first show was okay, at least it made me laugh.
I didn't expect that when I went to listen to it for the second time, it was still the same text as the first time. Oh my god, give me back my ticket money!
She wondered if it would be the same text every time she went.
After walking through the huge crowd, I found a good seat with Fuqiu. When the show started, I heard the familiar opening line: "As everyone knows, who is in the first row of our microphones?"
The people on the field tacitly responded loudly: "Don't support idle people!"
Fuqiu was shocked. Although Sanmao was stationed in his place, it was in the next city. He didn't like watching talk shows very much and had never seen any of them.
He tilted his head to the right and whispered in Guan Yan's ear, "Why is the cohesion so strong?"
Guan Yan also smiled and whispered in his ear, "Yes, he has over two million followers on Douyin. If he asks you later, you can just say nonsense if you don't want to tell the truth."
As we all know, your identity outside is given by yourself.
Fu Qiu understood: "Okay."
Sure enough, Sanmao Q-ed a boy on the left side of the first row at the beginning.
I handed the microphone to him with a smile and asked, "How many times have you come here?"
The boy calmly replied, "First time."
"How did you learn about us?"
The boy pointed to a girl on his right and said, "Through her."
Sanmao pretended to be speechless and asked three times in a row: "Is she a channel? A scalper? What's the relationship?"
Audience: “Hahahahahaha.”
Guan Yan also laughed. You know what, in such a joyful atmosphere, even if the jokes are not particularly funny, the laughter point will become extremely low.
The talk show she watched before actually had average jokes. She would never laugh at the jokes in a variety show, but she still laughed when she watched it live.
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