After receiving such a sweet reward, Cheng Qian was filled with energy.
Hotels, routes, attractions...
Under the leadership of Cheng Qian, the three members of the Wei family left their footprints and photos in many places.
"Xiaocheng, can you find a passerby and ask him to take a picture for us?"
In front of Tiananmen Square, Wei's father asked.
As a paparazzi, taking pictures is a necessary skill for Cheng Qian. During the fun, he acted as a photographer, taking pictures of the three of them wherever he went, but rarely took pictures for himself.
Cheng Qian subconsciously looked at Xi He, who curled his lips and said, "Let's take a picture together."
At this moment, a passerby happened to pass by. Cheng Qian paused and walked over.
As the sun rises, under a red building, a family of four stands, the old man and the child on one side, and the girl and the young man on the other. At the moment the shutter is pressed, the young man suddenly turns his head and looks at the girl beside him.
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Summer vacation is not a peak tourist season, and there are not many people in the various scenic spots in the capital. Xihe uses Cheng Qianlai with ease in order to have fun within a limited scope.
Wei's father felt guilty and asked her not to always exploit Xiaocheng.
Xihe agreed to it in person, then turned around and gave Cheng Qian a half-smile. Cheng Qian raised an eyebrow and went to her room at night, using the excuse of discussing something, when he returned to the hotel: "Compensation."
Xihe: ???
Cheng Qian pushed the man behind the door, a faint smile on his lips: "Dad said that you are exploiting me. If that's the case, how can there be no reward?"
Xihe: ...
Cheng Qian lowered his head and tightened his arms: "I want a reward~"
Xihe was speechless and started to act coquettishly.
The TV was on in the room. After washing up, Xihe's hair was still wet. The pleasant scent of roses rushed into his nose. Cheng Qian couldn't help but take a deep breath. "Is it good?"
Whenever he thought about the end of the trip and her return to the entertainment industry, the sense of urgency in his heart became more and more serious.
Cheng Qian suddenly raised his hand, forcing Xi He to lift her chin. His big hand stroked her face, his eyes gradually darkening: "I'm going to change my job, and you should change your job too, okay?"
Xihe was stunned and didn't react for a moment.
After Cheng Qian finished speaking, he felt annoyed. How could he say this?
The highly anticipated Avenue of Stars.
She was supposed to be in that position.
Before Xihe could say anything, the man's face suddenly enlarged, her soft lips were bitten, her breath was robbed, and the hand on her waist became heavier and heavier. Xihe's mind instantly ran out of other thoughts.
I could only helplessly grab the clothes on his chest, close my eyes and indulge in it.
It was their first kiss, and Cheng Qian wasn't a particularly good contestant. Xi He's lips were numb from being bitten, and she couldn't help but push him away: "It's getting late, go back and get some rest."
Cheng Qian stood there motionless, his eyes full of desire.
His mind was no longer full of random thoughts. His eyes and heart were completely occupied by the person opposite him. He wanted to rush up and devour the person, so how could he bear to go back to the room?
Xihe's cheeks felt hot when she was stared at, and she quickly turned around: "Ming, we still have to go out and play tomorrow, so we need to get up early."
If anything was going to happen, it wouldn't be now.
Cheng Qian also knew that now was not a good time, so he hesitated and finally left the room. The only thing that was certain was that she was not completely indifferent to him, she did have feelings for him.
I spent more than a week in the capital.
Before leaving, Xihe took Wei Xiaodi to two famous universities in the capital and pointed at the gates and said, "Your sister has no hope. Our family will rely on you from now on. Come on!"
Wei Xiaodi nodded seriously: "Don't worry, sister, I will study hard!"
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