第十三章酸的好比陈年老醋(1/7)

“干什么？”齐飞没好气的问着苏拉。
                                                                                                                                                                苏拉一直闷笑着，越来越靠近齐飞，戏谑的说着：“齐机长这是吃醋了？飞亚第一帅哥，竟然会吃醋。我是不是三生有幸。”
                                                                                                                                                                “少贫。吃你的饭去。我报告还没写完。”齐飞还是没打算理苏拉。
                                                                                                                                                                苏拉软软绵绵的坐在齐飞的边上，纤细的手臂绕上了齐飞的脖颈，肩膀蹭了蹭他的胸膛，挑挑眉，开口问着：“干嘛？生气了？”
                                                                                                                                                                齐飞还是不理睬苏拉，只是本在打的报告也被苏拉突如其来的骚扰给停止了下来。
                                                                                                                                                                “喂，还真的生气啦？”苏拉又碰了碰齐飞。
                                                                                                                                                                啧啧，这事情有些大发了。以前齐飞也没少见苏拉和别的男空乘或者同行耍嘴皮子功夫啊，也没见到齐飞这种臭脸。
                                                                                                                                                                今儿就说了通电话，就是时间长了点，怎么就这架势啦。
                                                                                                                                                                “哼。”齐飞哼了声，扯掉了苏拉勾上来的手。
                                                                                                                                                                苏拉也一不做二不休，娇柔的女子演不了，抠脚大汉她还是十成十的有架势。干脆那手一扫，把齐飞的笔记本扫到了边上。
                                                                                                                                                

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