Ji Tang knew that he knew that an extremely restrained money-making tool like Song Yumo had no experience in dating women on weekdays, so he should not ask him to speak sweet words about love.

I'm afraid it will be a hundred times harder than thinking about how to destroy his competitors in business.

She observed his expression and stood tired. She was about to take her hand back from the man's shoulders, and suddenly his slender and powerful fingers grabbed the snow-white wrist bones.

Song Yumo's eyes have always been deep and quiet, and he turned his head to stare at her, looking deeper.

Without warning, his arm strength brought her close to him, almost instinctively lowering his head. In the bright light, his nose bridge was against her soft and cool face, intending to find Yan's lips.

The camera is just above my head, and maybe everyone on duty in the entire security room is watching.

Ji Tang didn't have time to speak, but she didn't expect that Song Yumo would really dare to throw away his Swen Scam's skin, and used her right arm to wrap her between the cold elevator glass mirrors, lowered her head, and wanted to get closer.

Using her lips, with a hot temperature, she responded with restraint and politeness.

"How many more do you want?"

Song Yumo's voice was slightly hoarse, and he stopped a few millimeters from the corner of her lips.

At the same time, my fingers holding her snow-white wrist bones went down and fell onto her extremely thin waist.

He ordered his secretary to buy this skirt. It was close to the body. His fingertips were repeatedly lingering through a thin layer of smooth fabric. He clearly felt his slender waistline without any fat.

She was too thin, which made Song Yumo feel at the same time, and her voice slowly overflowed from her thin lips: "Do you don't usually eat?"

Regarding her beautiful figure, Ji Tang suddenly came back to her senses in a daze. Her dark eyes with mist were fixedly looking at the man in front of her. In order to force herself not to be easily bewitched, her nails subconsciously pinched the man's slender collarbone and breathed fresh air physiologically: "I don't eat anywhere, I have a good appetite. Today I had a big meal in this hotel."

He was afraid that Song Yumo would call the secretary to prepare a table for her in the next second. Ji Tang emphasized that after having a big meal, he would almost never portray himself as a foodie.

God knows that if she wants her to eat one more white rice, it will be dead.

Song Yumo seemed to be in deep thought when he saw Ji Tang care about his figure so much.

But soon he was attracted by another question and was approaching. The two of them were approaching. He smelled the woman's lips while breathing. Adhering to the principle of asking if you don't understand, he whispered: "What does your lipstick smell like?"

"?"

Ji Tang subconsciously pursed his lips, and the lipstick had long been incomplete.

Song Yumo approached half an inch again, and stopped breathing there, and studied it carefully: "It looks like a peach smell."

Ji Tang suddenly straightened her back, and some strange feeling passed through her heart. Her curled eyelashes blinked unconsciously, indirectly exposing her nervous side.

Next, Ji Tang no longer had the heart to take care of the cameras in the elevator. Compared with her gentle method before, Song Yumo should be more experienced, which made her head unable to think at all. She couldn't tell why it took so long to reach the rooftop suite?

I subconsciously used my teeth and wanted to bite my lips, but it was numb.

An experience I have never had before. Don’t even maintain basic decency with a man. This is like this in the elevator. Although the two have a legal relationship, Song Yumo just labeled her husband in Ji Tang’s heart.

Maybe one day, he suddenly realized that true love is his childhood sweetheart...

Ji Tang's logic was completely confused, thinking about something that didn't exist until the elevator suddenly rang out.

The moment the elevator door opened, the people inside had not fully reacted.

And so are people outside.

Ji Tang's dark eyes showed surprise, looking at him wearing a complete blue suit and carrying several bags of luxury shopping bags on his left and right arms... Song Tu.

He stood up straight as a military posture, with his head raised and his chest erect, obviously preparing to greet him.

The atmosphere seemed to have fallen into a strange silence. I am afraid that when Song Yumo privately ordered Song Tu to buy these luxury goods, he did not expect such a scene.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes passed...

Song Tuxian reacted and stared at the entangled man and woman in the elevator.

I felt a whine in my heart, then my voice trembled: "I'm blind, I didn't see anything."

It wasn't him that he was fussing, but Song Yumo had completely lost his usual gentleness and dignity.

This is also due to Ji Tang, who pinched several nail marks from the slender collarbone exposed on the man's shirt when he was nervous, and a few small pieces of nails were cut, oozing out light blood. The neat collar was also messy, and there were some incomplete red lips on it.

This look of being destroyed and stormed can be imagined how exciting it is just one glance.

After a long time, the elevator door will slowly and automatically close.

From the moment when Song Tu spoke, Ji Tang only had those shopping bags in his eyes.

She saw that the elevator door was about to close, and Song Tu was about to run away like a thief.

The first reaction was to push away Song Yumo, who stared at her with deep eyes. Compared with the man, she chose the former and wanted to chase her out, but before she could take a step, she was pulled back by the man's arm.

"What are you doing..."

Song Yumo's cold white joints pressed the elevator key, and the doors on both sides automatically closed instantly.

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The two of them stayed in the elevator for more than forty minutes before they came out.

Ji Tang was taken back to the room by Song Yumo, and was still thinking about the shopping bags in Song Tu's hand. After being placed on the sofa, his fingers kept tightening the first button on the man's exquisite shirt with exquisite fabrics, and asked in a gentle voice: "Husband, what have you bought for me."

Song Yumo got out of the elevator and returned to his introverted and calm momentum. He first slowly brewed a cup of tea, looked down at her dark and bright eyes, and his tone was very light; "You can tell if you go and take a look."

Song Tu has never appeared again since he ran away, but fortunately he still knew to leave his shopping bags in the suite.

Ji Tang was instantly energetic, not at all like kissing in the elevator and was weak. He gently put his soft chin on his shoulder: "Thank you, husband, I'm so nice to me."

Her dedication is back, and the dog man is willing to cooperate, so her attitude must keep up.

Song Yumo held the teacup in her slender and cold hands, and took a calm sip first, moistening her throat, and her lips and teeth also faded the sweet smell of her lipstick.

Then, the tea cup was handed to the woman's lips and fed her.

Ji Tang must be disgusted with drinking a cup of tea like this. What is the point of taking one sip of me?

However, since he finally had romantic cells and knew that he would come back from a date, he would ask his secretary to buy her a gift.

Ji Tang reluctantly took a sip, his lips without lipstick were light and he smiled at him.

Song Yumo didn't show any sign of dew. After drinking the rest of the teacup, his voice suddenly lowered: "What do you think?"

Ji Tang didn't expect that this man wanted to exchange experiences with her kissing skills, and frowned and said, "I don't understand very much."

She knew that the Song family had complicated rules and regulations, and most of the children raised by them had some old habits, such as tea tasting, which was fully reflected in Song Yumo.

He never left a cup of tea, and even the secretary around him learned it well.

But Ji Tang doesn't like drinking this kind of tasteless and bitter tea. She likes to drink happily, and it's best to be drunk like lying in the bathtub as she wants.

That's why I misunderstood that Song Yumo was asking, how is this cup of tea?

Song Yumo was stunned for a little in his deep eyes, as if he didn't expect Ji Tang to be so honest, with a little distressed expression. He put down the teacup, stretched out his arm to hug her, and smiled slowly in his voice.

Ji Tang didn't know what was funny about him, but it would be a little uncomfortable to be held by Song Yumo like this.

Although she had three half-brothers in the Ji family, Ji Tang rarely let her brothers hug her. It was not that the brother-sister relationship was as plastic as the enemy who killed her father. Once she asked a brother to hug her, the remaining two would come and rob her. This made Ji Tang seem to be playing with by her brothers as dolls. She didn't like it, so she was very resistant.

From childhood to adulthood, there are very few men who can hold her.

Song Yumo took over her husband's identity, put his palm on her shoulder, and casually came down and stroked her.

Soon he was pushed away by Ji Tang mercilessly. She was still thinking about the gifts. She took off the pair of unsightly flat shoes on her feet, stepped on her delicate toes on the soft and thick carpet, and blinked at Song Yumo and said, "Honey, you have worked hard to accompany me all night. Go and take a shower."

When it comes to coaxing men with sweet words, no one is more blushing than Ji Tang: "Love your husband."

Song Yumo was easily coaxed away by the words "Love your husband".

However, he had no further plans. He had already taken time to accompany her to the first half of the night, and naturally he had to devote himself to work in the second half of the night.

Before he got up, he hesitated a little and asked with a good smile, "I can't sleep with you tonight, are you afraid?"

"..." Ji Tang wished he would disappear immediately, so he didn't have to accompany her, okay?

Ji Tang only wanted those bunch of gifts to spend a wonderful night with her. After Song Yumo turned around and went to the bathroom, she went back to the master bedroom first. The curtains of the window were closed and not transparent, and the wall lights were lighted on.

A row of shopping bags are placed quietly on the edge of the bed, as if waiting for the hostess' favor.

Ji Tang's mood index rose significantly. She sat next to her, her black skirt was hanging over her snow-white thighs, and her toes were still clicking on the floor. She found her cell phone and took photos, and took photos to her circle of friends to show her love.

I didn't care about how many people liked and praised me late at night, so I reached out and picked up a shopping bag and opened it.

She thought that with Song Yumo's habit of making money, she should give away jewelry.

Next second.

However, Ji Tang slowly took out a pair of white shoes from his shopping bag, which were flat.

Her beautiful eyelashes drooped for a long time, but she couldn't understand it.

Then I felt like a guess in my heart that I had never thought about it before. Ji Tang took a few tricks and took apart the remaining shopping bags and found that they were white shoes again. Even with the label of high-end brands, it was not cheap.

Ji Tang looked at at least six or seven pairs of white shoes, and his delicate face with proper expression management was completely inadequate.

Fortunately, she was in the elevator for the sake of the gift and was also in line with Song Yumo's machismo.

He was also allowed to carry himself to the suite and enjoy the same cup of tea with him.

Ahhhh! This dog man is shameless.

Ji Tang was so angry that his eyes were a little red, and he was shaking with his cell phone.

Woo woo woo woo, she wants to contact a lawyer and divorce Song Yumo!
Chapter completed!