C8 Pillow

In the dream, she went back to the time when she secretly wore her mother's dress and went to the bungee jumping with Wu Hao. She jumped off the dress, and Wu Hao wrapped her up in his coat and scratched her nose: "Little brat, you haven't developed well yet, so you're going to steal the adult's clothes."

Ji Qing buried her face in his coat, feeling extremely sweet in her heart. The smell of his clothes was really good, bringing with it a faint aroma of tobacco and his unique body odor …

"Qing Qing!" Qing Qing! Wake up! " Someone in the dream shook her by the shoulder.

"Don't — I want to sleep." Ji Qing pushed the man with her hand.

"Get up! We have to go. " The man yelled into her ear.

"Huh?" Ji Qing almost jumped up in fright.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Wu Hao. She punched him on the shoulder in annoyance and shouted, "Don't scare me like that."

"Please, the two of you hurry up and leave. It's almost time for work time, and our leader saw that it's not good for me to be on duty."

Ji Qing looked up and saw that it was the guard who let them in last night.

"Well, get up." Wu Hao stood up and pulled her.

Ji Qing handed her hand to him. He pulled her up. Ji Qing felt her whole body tingling and numb. She stretched her limbs and saw Wu Hao rubbing his shoulders. She asked, "What happened to your shoulder?"

"What do you think happened? I've been a human pillow for you all night. " He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"No wonder I slept so hard." Ji Qing straightened her neck and squeezed the back of her neck.

"Qing Qing, are you looking for a beating?" He reached over and pinched her ear.

"Hee hee …" Ji Qing nimbly dodged the call and ran towards the exit of the rooftop. "I'm going to work at the company first. Bye bye."

"Hey, miss, you threw all those beer cans on the floor. You have to clean them up for me." the security guard called after her.

"Qing Qing!" My shirt! " Wu Hao suddenly shouted.

Only then did Ji Qing remember that she was still wearing Wu Hao's shirt. She quickly took it off and threw it on the flowerbed. She turned around and shouted to the security guard, "Stop chasing me, go find the one without clothes."

She ran into the fire escape and kicked the door shut.

She stood at the entrance waiting for a taxi. The phone in her bag rang a "Di Di" notification. She took it out and saw it was Wu Hao: "Girl, I'll pick you up at 7: 00 next Friday night." She quickly replied, "I'll be attending the party, so prepare."

A taxi pulled up next to her, and the driver stuck his head out the window and asked, "Miss, do you want to go?"

Ji Qing nodded and got into the car, "Di Di Di" Wu Hao's text message came: Little brat, do you want to be an angel or a witch?

Ji Qing smirked. She tapped the touch screen of her phone and quickly replied: Vampire.

In the banquet hall on the top floor of Haitian International Holiday Inn chain.

Ji Qing followed him through the golden hall, holding Wu Hao's arm and standing on her nine inch high heels.

The huge crystal chandelier on the ceiling was dazzling, dazzling her. Every step she took felt like she was being tortured, and her feet felt swollen and painful.

Mother, I came to see the world, not to suffer.

"Qing Qing, what's wrong?" "Uncomfortable?" Wu Hao asked with concern.

"What's wrong? Are these shoes at least ten inches high? The heels of my shoes are as thin as toothpicks. I walk like I'm walking on stilts. Ji Qing stretched out her foot to complain, then pointed to her evening dress. "And this dress, with the neckline so low open …"

He stopped and looked her up and down. "I think it suits you."

"Is that so?" Ji Qing was skeptical.

"How can you be my partner if you're short and don't wear such high shoes?"

I'm short? I'm 164 cm tall, so how about normal height? Ji Qing raised her head and stuck out her chest. She was sad to find that her foot was ten centimeters shorter than his by a full head.

"I'm tired, go sit at the sofa for a while." He looked sympathetic.

Ji Qing was about to mock him for saving some face when a fiery red figure suddenly appeared in front of them. She extended her hand towards him and said, "President Wu, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The delicate voice and its owner, Ji Qing, were very familiar with each other. They were Ji Qing's former best friend, the mistress of Ji Qing's former fiancé, An Xin.

A woman who mesmerized men — a pure looking bitch.