Chapter 72 (2/2)
Wang Qianqian rubbed her painful forehead, with a bit of wine on her face. ”OK, I'll say less. I'll go back to the mountain tomorrow. I'll go back to have a rest early. Don't look for trouble.”
With that, Wang Qianqian nodded to song ye and went straight to her room. All the others closed their mouths and went back to their rooms.
Song Ye didn't want to argue with a group of children. When she returned to the room, she opened the computer to investigate the data. After about an hour or so, she heard someone talking in the corridor outside.
This floor is all wrapped up by Wang Qianqian today. Besides them, they are the friends brought by Wang Qianqian. So the people who are talking now
She went to the door, put her hand on it, and immediately saw a man and a woman standing outside her door. The man was Wang Qianqian's friend, while the girl was Wang Han.
The two were clearly huddled together in the corridor, kissing the thunder and stirring the fire. The boy put his hand directly into Wang Han's clothes, while the latter was flushed and confused. He was quite different from the lovely girl in school.
Song Ye looks at it without any expression. He doesn't know what the two people are doing when they leave the big bed in the room and go outside their own door to make love.
It continued to be hot for about ten minutes, and the two talents were separated.
A pair of eyes did not look at the man in his arms, but staring at the door in front of him, smiling with a bad intention, ”baby, do you have a feeling here?”
Song Ye knows lip language and can see his words clearly. Song Ye frowned with disgust at the thought that the man was making love with Wang Han.
”You are necrotic. Let you come and get song Ye. You'd better kiss me.” Wang Han leaned against the boy's arms, and his eyes fell on the door in front of him.
The boy kisses Wang Han's neck, the hand movement also does not stop, ”you are not not not listening to Qianqian said, do not let us touch that girl, after all, is Wang Zong's person.”
”Well, hypocritically, my cousin will teach people with airs all day. She's so tired that we all have to be ordered by her. If only we could hold her braid.”
Wang Han's complaint made the boy's eyes brighten. ”Baby, there is no handle. It can be created. If you go into the mountain tomorrow, there will be so many people who are afraid that she will not be able to run away. ”
”You mean to be on the mountain...”