The National Director is Mr. Perfect Chapter 1357: Melancholy

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Jiang Yi nodded, sat down, and asked with his long legs folded: "Porcelain, what to eat at night?"

"Go out to eat, Fu Ziyan and the others have sent a message."

The day before the engagement banquet, the two men planned to invite their friends to dinner alone, and Jun Ci just received the news.

This kind of invitation must be there.

As soon as Jiang Yi smiled, he thought he could have a candlelight dinner with Jun Ci alone when he came back, but after all, it was their invitation, and he didn't say anything.

When I was about to go out, Jiang Yi went into his bedroom to take a shower and changed clothes. He saw that there was one missing computer on his desk. After taking a shower, he took a hair dryer and asked by the way: "Where did you move the computer in my room? Gone?"

"Ah..."

Jun Ci walked over and took the hair dryer in his hand: "I will blow dry for you, and the computer has been moved to the study room. I have played several times."

She found a place to plug in the wires, drew a stool for Jiang Yi, and patted Jiang Yi on the head. Jiang Yi sat on the stool obediently, bowed his head, and the sound of the blowing heard him blurry. Voice: "Why did you move to the study? If you play in my room, won’t it be enough?"

Nonsense, if you see the piano and the little spy working together to create a copy, the worldview will be even worse.

She didn't say a word. The little spy next to her was having fun with Xiao Ci. Only the piano was standing at the door of the kitchen very melancholy, and looked into the study with dismay.

Probably I have been addicted to the game for a long time recently, and I feel a little depressed when I can't play.

The dog son next to him poked his cello and ate his dog food very happily.

Piano glanced at his stupid son, and then glared in the direction of the culprit. Jun Ci received the piano gaze, sneered to express his disdain, and turned to blow Jiang Yi's hair, with his back facing the piano. .

Piano: Spicy chicken shovel shit!

She faced Jiang Yi, Jiang Yi reached out and put her hand on her waist, because she kept her head down and was bored, the buzzing was too loud, and the teenager didn't say anything, Jiang Yi moved her waist dishonestly finger.

He seemed to be playing some melody, and his slender fingertips were dancing around the teenager's waist, like a ticking.

Jun Ci moved his lower waist a bit, and patted Jiang Yi's head along the way: "Be honest, itching."

The itchy flesh on the waist is a sensitive point, and Jiang Yi's touch like this makes people have the urge to shrink.

Jiang Yi stopped moving immediately.

But he still stopped his fingers there, as if he was holding her waist.

She habitually wears loose-fitting clothes. Apart from being able to tell that the teenager is thin, she basically can’t see anything else. But only with this grip did Jiang Yi realize that the teenager’s waist is surprisingly thin. The palm can be closed.

Obviously, with such a slender waist, how could a teenager have such a powerful explosive power.

Instructor Song, the burly-looking people are not opponents, let alone others.

Looking at her appearance, I really can't tell.

His heart moved slightly, there was a kind of throbbing he wanted to look up at Junci, his head was about to be lifted, and he was forced to press it down: "You said don't move, if you can't blow it, don't go out! "

Although his hair is slender, it takes a few minutes to blow it up. This person is restless after only a minute or two.

Jiang Yi's mouth made a low unhappy hum, and the little spy next to him glanced at the words, and with a light tusk, he pulled Xiaozi and turned around: Don't look, these two people have spicy eyes.

At this turn, I saw the very melancholy piano beside me.