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Three shifts completed~Bread lord what~

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In the barbecue restaurant, Quan Xiaosheng looked at the pork belly on the roasting plate eagerly, and swallowed quietly.

An Zhengxun turned the meat slowly, feeling a little emotional in his heart. He has invited many girls to eat barbecue, but he has never seen a few famous foodies, but this time he did. Judging from her figure, people always think that Quan Xiaosheng is nutritious, but God knows she hasn't eaten meat well for several years...

An Zhengxun put the roasted meat on Quan Xiaosheng's plate and said softly, "Eat more."

Quan Xiaosheng was a little terrified: "I should bake it for you."

"Yo, it's you again?" An Zhengxun laughed and said, "Didn't you just take a bite of you, and it was fun to criticize?"

Quan Xiaosheng lowered his head and said softly: "I'm sorry, I lost control of my emotions." After a pause, he stood up and bowed: "Please don't mind, I... I will compensate you."

After venting his emotions, Quan Xiaosheng calmed down and knew that he had committed a capital crime just now. If An Zhengxun gets angry, he will be destroyed in an instant. Fortunately, he didn't get angry, but instead invited her to eat barbecue. She didn't know what An Zhengxun's mentality was, but she felt that she had to apologize.

An Zhengxun laughed: "How can you compensate me?"

"I have nothing more than these..." Quan Xiaosheng looked at the dinner plate in confusion, and said in a low voice, "In short... as you wish."

An Zhengxun said lightly: "Then I have made a request."

Quan Xiaosheng pursed his lips. Whispered: "Please speak."

"The first requirement is to talk less and eat more meat."

"Ah?" Quan Xiaosheng raised his head in surprise.

"What. You didn't listen to the first request?"

"I...listen." Quan Xiaosheng finally picked up his chopsticks to pick up the meat, and the familiar warmth surged through his heart again.

It's delicious...

Especially when he bakes it by himself...it's even better.

Actually, he was wrong. For a long time, I was waiting for him to call. I really made a phone call, how can I blame others? There is no emotion at all. If I don't treat you as a gun friend, will I treat you as a goddess?

Quan Xiaosheng ate the meat silently, his thoughts wandering from left to right for a while, a little messy.

Ahn Jung Hoon himself started eating meat. I ate in silence for a while, filling my stomach a little. Suddenly, he asked casually, "Do you remember what I said to you last time?"

"Ah?" Quan Xiaosheng became more and more confused. After thinking about it for a long time, he asked tentatively, "Do you mean to take a large-scale **** route?"

"Um."

"remember."

"For this dream?"

"Yes."

An Zhengxun smiled. He shook his head and said: "The dream you insist on is to be recognized as a singer or a dancer. Then the question is, after taking a large-scale **** route, do you think people call you a singer Xiaoxiao? Sheng, or... breasts?"

Quan Xiaosheng was shocked and stayed there.

"What did you get recognized in the end was your singing and dancing, or your figure?" An Zhengxun continued to make up for the knife: "This is the kind of hard-working you that you cried about just now. What do you want in exchange?"

Quan Xiaosheng fell into an ice cellar and was speechless.

"Eat the meat." An Zhengxun went to put the raw meat on the grill and said no more.

Jeon Hyo Sung was eating meat like a sleepwalker. I just felt that something that was not delicious just now suddenly tasted like chewing wax.

The raw meat squeaked on the grill, and Quan Xiaosheng felt as if his heart was roasting on the grill. There was a kind of emptiness and dazedness that he had lost his dream: "What should we do?"

An Zhengxun flipped through the barbecue and said lightly: "The competition in the Korean girl group world is becoming more and more fierce. One day, they will compete to abandon the standard and the eyeballs to come to the top. This has nothing to do with my existence. This is a trend, so I don’t blame myself or take responsibility for this.”

Quan Xiaosheng lowered his head.

"But..." An Zhengxun continued, "I have a relationship with you."

Quan Xiaosheng was startled, raised his head and looked at him, as if he had guessed what he was going to say.

"I said, I'm sick." An Zhengxun laughed self-deprecatingly: "I can't bear it, today is the pair of **** I'm playing alone with, tomorrow I'll be shaking on the stage to make everyone lustful The legs are separated today just to accommodate my murder weapon, and the legs are separated on the stage tomorrow to make someone else have an erection."

Quan Xiaosheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, shook his head and said, "I'm really sick. Such a twisted possessiveness."

An Zhengxun said lightly: "You have to say that I treat you as toys... Even if it is a toy, my An Zhengxun's toy, how can others get involved? It's the limit to show it to them."

Quan Xiaosheng pursed his lips: "So what?"

"So, chest Sheng can only be my own chest. In the eyes of others... Be a good singer and lead the dance with the strength, Quan Xiaosheng."

Quan Xiaosheng blinked: "Obviously, the president is a mistress, but why does it sound like I made a profit and got what I needed most?"

An Zhengxun smiled slightly: "You just don't realize that you still have to pay a lot."

"Like a bed at any time?"

"No, what you're really paying for is a chance to find love, forever."

Quan Xiaosheng was silent for a moment and looked at him seriously: "Then I may not have paid."

"why?"

"Because I can still choose to fall in love with you."

An Zhengxun was stunned, then looked at her seriously, nodded, and said, "Are you full?"

"I am full."

An Zhengxun stood up: "Then let's go shopping."

Quan Xiaosheng followed him subconsciously: "What to buy?"

"You know what, your cheap perfume has raped my nose for a long, long time."

"You...!" Quan Xiaosheng puffed out his cheeks in anger.

"And there are thousands of underwear on the floor, they don't have the right to wrap your great art."

"..." Quan Xiaosheng gritted his teeth: "I don't want to be with you anymore, I'm going to shake the milk tomorrow for others to see!"

"Then ts will go out of business before dawn tomorrow, trust me."

Quan Xiaosheng was trembling with anger: "Then can I hit you?"

"There is a premise."

"What premise?"

"You can't beat the president, but you can beat your own oppa."

Quan Xiaosheng laughed, turned his head to look at him for a while, and his eyes gradually became brighter: "oppa."

"Well, darling. What the hell... are you really fighting?"

"First hit... I'll go back later... I'll show you the milk, okay?"

"Um...then take it easy."

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My name is Quan Xiaosheng, but that person always likes to call me Chest Sheng.

I don't like this title, but I know that without him, there may be thousands of people who call me **** in the future.

So I think it's not bad now, at least he is the only person in the world who can call me that.

Yes, I'm that person's mistress, fresh out today.

In fact, I am a very open-minded person. For example, a few days ago, I sent him to the door and rolled the sheets with him. It's normal for a modern city, one night or something.

But I am also quite conservative. He is him and I am me. I never thought that there would be an intersection in the future, such as being a mistress. I really never thought about it. For example, he proposed two paths at that time, and I decisively chose the first one. Second, what the **** is that? Did I work so hard for so many years to be trapped?

But after so many years of hard work, I was really wrapped up, just today.

A few words of dialogue came naturally, and I agreed without hesitation.

How miserable.

But I really don't think something is wrong... On the contrary, I feel very relaxed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There is always a voice in my heart telling myself: That's it.

He is a very strange person, like a whirlpool. As long as he gets a little closer, he will involuntarily be rolled into the center and fall. The closer you get, the faster you roll. He told a story about a very free and easy woman who wanted to forget him for a while, but they all failed. I thought it was very confusing at the time, what's so difficult about it? If you don't agree, can this failure be considered "all"? At most it can only be regarded as forced by him.

But today I understand, because my idea of ​​passing it once also failed.

His idea of ​​having fun, also failed.

Again, "both" failed.

Shaking my chest in front of him today, he was so happy to see it, and I was shaking with joy. Am I sick?

By the way, he also said he was sick. It's an infection, it must be...

- "Juan Xiaosheng Diary" March 10, 2010. (To be continued)

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