President Zhou was very depressed. He wanted to eat some tofu to take advantage of it, but he didn't expect that the benefits were not taken away, which made him feel slutty and had to leave the market halfway. As a doctor, he believed that he could cure any difficult and complicated diseases, but he could cure himself but could not.

His feet became more and more itchy and painful. He squatted in the bathroom, his hands kept merging, the more itchy heavier heavier heavier heavier heavier heavier. He scratched his teeth and had no choice but to do anything. He stayed for half an hour and his feet were soft. What's wrong? Could someone have put medicine on my feet? Dean Zhou was puzzled. Suddenly he thought of the boy with a strange smile on his face. He felt a sudden flash of inspiration. It must be the boy who made the egg. If he gave himself a chance, he would give him some experience next time he met this boy.

In desperation, President Zhou hurriedly called.

After a while, the door knocked on the toilet. When he opened the door, he saw Yang Lei wearing a black suit and black-framed glasses handing him a ointment.

President Zhou looked at the intellectual and slightly old-fashioned woman in front of him, and felt a little filled with tears.

Yang Lei ignored the men's ambiguous and ridiculous gazes all the way and walked calmly to Dean Zhou, who looked embarrassed.

"Come in!" President Zhou turned sideways, Yang Lei wrinkled her nose and closed the door to the bathroom.

A stinking smell penetrated into his nose, Yang Lei felt very nauseous, and in front of Dean Zhou, he did not dare to express his dissatisfaction.

"Director, what instructions do you have?" Yang Lei lowered her head and said respectfully.

"Please help me with medicine!" As Dean Zhou spoke, he sat on the toilet, took off his leather shoes and socks, and pulled up the trousers on the corners of his legs for a long time.

Yang Lei half-squatted, grabbed Dean Zhou's feet with one hand, and applied ointment on his feet with the other hand, and asked in surprise: "Is it skin allergy?"

Dean Zhou refused to answer, took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a sip, and the pain on his face was relieved, and then asked, "Have the party been parted?"

"The dean dispersed after he left." Yang Lei was tactful and did not look at the topic just now. Since President Zhou avoided talking about it, it means that this was his taboo.

"Xiao Lei, are you familiar with Sophie?" Dean Zhou reached out and touched Yang Lei's hair that was tied into a ponytail and said.

"I'm not very familiar with it, why did the dean remember to ask about this?" Yang Lei asked without changing her face.

"Did you know Sophie has a younger brother?" Dean Zhou's fingers slid down from Yang Lei's hair and touched Yang Lei's ears.

Yang Lei's fingers trembled slightly when applying the medicine. She was in a daze for a few seconds. She shook her head and replied, "I don't know!"

Her hands were gentle and smooth, and with the mint fragrance of the ointment, Dean Zhou felt that his feet were not so itchy.

"That little bastard is very strange." He pressed Yang Lei's head against his lower body, and Dean Zhou said viciously: "Sophie, that little girl is even more hateful. The person I, Zhou Fusheng, wanted, has not escaped my palm."

President Zhou's sudden movement caught Yang Lei off guard and touched the man's hard lower body. He smelled a strong hormonal breath from his nose and asked in confusion: "Is Sophie really that good? Is it worth your loss for her?"

"Xiao Lei, are you jealous today? Is there such a big sour smell in your mouth?" President Zhou raised Yang Lei's minibus with one hand and touched Yang Lei's chest with the other hand and joked.

"What's wrong with me just being jealous? What's the better about Sophie? What's the better about me, Yang Lei, and I, Yang Lei, looked at Dean Zhou with her eyes open and provocatively.

"Okay, I'll have to try it out!" Dean Zhou smiled wickedly, his fingers passed through Yang Lei's chest, unbuttoned two black buttons, and then he was stunned, pointing at Yang Lei's face and shouting: "###!"

"Hehe! Do the dean like it?" Yang Lei threw the suit jacket aside, twisted her buttocks, reached out to the black suit skirt with one hand, took off the black-framed glasses with the other hand, and asked frivolously.

"I like it! How can I not like it? I like it so much." Dean Zhou rushed to Yang Lei and hugged her legs, his face pressed against the inner side of her thighs, and rubbed the slender and plump legs through the stockings.

"Do you really like it?" Yang Lei pulled her hand down, and the black suit skirt was pulled down to her waist, and the pink pants were faintly visible.

Fairy! President Zhou's eyes were wide red, and he felt that the guy on his lower body was a little out of control. He rolled his eyes, bit the hem of the skirt, and pulled it down hard.

"Crazy!" The black stockings were torn apart by him rudely.

"Hehe! Be gentle! Dean, I'm so scared!" Yang Lei patted her carefully and acted coquettishly.

Yang Lei, wearing purple and sexy underwear, twisted her waist with her scared look, which directly stimulated Dean Zhou's nose bleeding. She pressed her to the wall of the toilet regardless of everything: "Little Fairy tell me if you usually dress so sexy?"

"Hehe! Dear President Zhou, what do you think?" Yang Lei not only did not have the awareness that she should have as a little lamb who seduced the big bad wolf, but instead started to burn oil on the fire.

"Little Fairy, I'm going to eat you." Dean Zhou left all his reason, pressed the woman under him desperately, and entered rudely.

Yang Lei arched her fat buttocks and looked like a rippling springy look, "Slow down, Dean! My waist is almost broken."

"Little Goblin, is it just the beginning?"

Yang Lei leaned against the cold wall's face and looked cold. She yawned boredly and said stubbornly: "Director Zhou is really boring. I wonder if the little guy Sophie brought is also so boring. Sophie, I want you to lose your reputation."

"Oh, Dean, be gentle, you're going to kill me. No, be gentle, if you continue like this, I won't be able to go to work tomorrow."

"Little Fairy, tomorrow is Sunday, what class to go to?" Dean Zhou patted Yang Lei's buttocks, and his body moved faster.

"Director, why are you so terrified? I really can't do it anymore. Can I spare me?"

Yang Lei closed her eyes and felt like she was about to fall asleep, and her mouth kept humming.

"Hmph, I haven't had enough fun yet?" President Zhou groped with his hands and stretched out to Yang Lei's peaks and stood up proudly.

"You haven't had enough fun yet, you want my life!"

"It's not that exaggerating, you can hold it back and it will be fine in another half an hour.

...Two minutes later, Dean Zhou lay on Yang Lei's belly and stopped moving.

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Yang Lei was not able to remind him, after all, this was related to the man's face.

After waiting for a while, she felt cold on the ground, and she was so cold that she shook the people on her body. Dean Zhou woke up and stood up with difficulty. He asked in a weak voice: "Do you know what is wrong now?"

"Dean, what a bad experience." Yang Lei looked fascinated on her face, but secretly disdained her. Humph, the gunman.

"Xiao Lei, your clothes are very beautiful today!" Dean Zhou said with a look of reminiscence.

"Is that true?" Yang Lei pulled Dean Zhou's hand and said, "It's a pity that this clothes are too expensive!"

"It's expensive, what are you afraid of? As long as you wear it properly, it's fine! I'll buy a few pieces for you tomorrow!" Dean Zhou smiled and pinched the tender flesh on Yang Lei's waist and sighed: "I didn't expect Xiaolei to be so ##!"

"But it's still a little worse than some people, right?" Yang Lei ignited the fire at the right time.
Chapter completed!