The two people in the room looked towards the door at the same time.
He Mingjue.
The tall man put one hand in his pocket and pressed the door he opened firmly against the cold wall with the other. He did not make a sound, but after attracting the attention of the two people, he narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his gaze.
He looked at Wen Xihe inside. That gaze, with a slightly cold meaning, passed over Sheng Xingyan's body very quickly.
But when his eyes fell on Wen Xihe's frowning brow, he suddenly walked over.
The passing of men by men inexplicably caused a cold wind to flow in the air.[
He Mingjue arrived in front of Wen Xihe in a blink of an eye. Seeing that she just frowned and said nothing, he also frowned and bent down. After a while, he raised his eyes to look at Wen Xihe.
"Does it hurt?" As he said that, his big hand was already in the process of asking, and he reached out to touch the area where Wen Xihe's leg hit him. He put his fingertips on it, applied gentle force, and rubbed it back and forth.
Wen Xihe took a small breath.
Her feet hurt, but she felt somewhat at ease with being in such an embarrassing situation.
In front of him was Sheng Xingyan, who narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him with a half-smile.
Next to him was He Mingjue, who was gently stroking himself, seemingly caring, but creating an extremely ambiguous atmosphere.
"No, it doesn't hurt anymore." After hesitating for a long time, Wen Xihe wanted to end the atmosphere. She slowly moved her hit leg, trying her best to take a step back within the range of not offending He Mingjue.
, "Okay, I can do it myself."
Such an overly obvious way of expression made He Mingjue, who had always been thinking strangely, see it.
He let out a brief, slight laugh.
In response to Wen Xihe's expectation, He Mingjue let go of his hand and stood up with his tall body, but suddenly leaned over. Then he stretched out his big hand and pulled the chair next to Wen Xihe over in a blink of an eye, and Wen sat on it.
Before Xihe even realized what was going on, He Mingjue, who was beside him, stretched out his long hand and pulled Wen Xihe over, who was still in a daze.
"ah--"
Wen Xihe exclaimed, and her body was knocked down by the strong pull of the man. She threw herself in the direction of He Mingjue, but was hugged by the man midway. Her petite body was in the man's arms.
Like a toy, He Mingjue turned it over easily.
When she fell down, her face was facing the direction of Sheng Xingyan, and her body fell straight on He Mingjue's legs. By the time she realized what was going on, the man's strong hands had already passed through her armpits.
down, rubbing against her body, overlapping and landing on her lower abdomen.
"Things will be fine."
At that moment, He Mingjue almost showed too much gentleness and publicity in front of Sheng Xingyan. He put one hand under the table, gently rubbed the area where Wen Xihe was hit, and brushed Wen Xihe's hand.
The hot air next to his ears was clearly mixed with some kind of warm but dangerous breath.
"So, regarding President Sheng's kindness, my dear, you have to accept it, right?" He Mingjue said that deliberately.
He raised his head and looked at Sheng Xingyan. In the man's dark eyes, he slowly picked up the warm coffee on the table and brought it to Wen Xihe's mouth. After Wen Xihe subconsciously turned his head to reject it, he handed it to
On one's own lips.
Wen Xihe was forcibly imprisoned in the man's arms. Her face turned red and she wanted to move, but she couldn't. Finally, she heard He Mingjue's lips filled with a hint of acknowledgment after he took a sip of coffee.
.
"tasty."[
After taking a sip, He Mingjue put down the coffee, and the taste of coffee was on his lips. The man's hands clasped Wen Xihe's delicate waist, and his eyes that shouted smile looked at Sheng Xingyan with provocation.
Finally, he lowered his head again, with hot air in his lips, and rubbed Wen Xihe's neck possessively, "It's just that compared to your skills, honey, it's a bit inferior. Let me taste yours later, okay?"
Wen Xihe's cheeks were already feeling hot, and she naturally understood what He Mingjue meant by doing this so possessively. But after all, she was standing in front of Sheng Yingyan, and in such an occasion, it was obviously wrong at this moment.
"He Mingjue," Wen Xihe carefully glanced at Sheng Xing's face that turned gloomy. She struggled to hold the man's hands up and down with her free-stretched hands. She lowered her head and leaned close to the man's ear, gritting her teeth with laughter.
"I promised you, He Mingjue, this is the company!"
But just like this scene, Wen Xihe's deliberateness, in the eyes of others, always seems to have a bit more of a coquettish entanglement with her lover.
A hint of coldness fell into Sheng Xingyan's slightly squinted eyes.
In his ears, He Mingjue's seemingly joyful laughter sounded again.
"No?" He loosened his hands slightly, opened the distance between himself and Wen Xihe, and looked at her with raised eyebrows. After a while, he seemed to understand Wen Xihe's meaning. Then he leaned over and got closer.
Wen Xihe whispered in his ear.
"You mean, after I go back, I can do whatever I want?"
The voice spoke very softly, but it was clear that several people could hear it.
Wen Xihe suddenly raised his head and glared at the man.
She didn't know if He Mingjue was angry because of the frequent contact she had with Sheng Xingyan in the past few days.
But she knows.
At this moment, what He Mingjue said and this series of actions were all intentional.
What's annoying is that now she can't guess He Mingjue's joy and anger. So when the man makes a move, she has no time to stop him except to accept and get angry.
Just like this time.
The atmosphere in the office seemed to be surrounded by some kind of extremely quiet, yet very strange atmosphere.
It seemed like the silence of three people, but it looked more and more like a confrontation between two men.
After a while, He Mingjue finally reacted first, seemingly sensing Wen Xihe's nervousness and anxiety.
He let go of Wen Xihe and stood up from the chair with his tall body.
Wen Xihe couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.[
The man walked halfway, but suddenly stopped. He leaned against the table, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and showed an unknown smile to Wen Xihe.
He leaned over and gave her a solid kiss, and then stood up after feeling Wen Xihe's real resistance.
"Be good, I'll pick you up after get off work."
Then he turned around.
The man put his hands in his pockets and passed by Sheng Xingyan. The cold smile in He Mingjue's eyes clearly turned into a sharp knife. In the silence, he stabbed into Sheng Xingyan.