Leng Jianan met her almost heroic eyes, and slowly lowered his head to get close to her cherry red lips, which were tender and moist, like cherries soaked in water.
Five centimeters, four centimeters, three centimeters, one centimeter... Ke'er clutched Leng Jianan's arm tightly, her nails almost embedded in his flesh due to her near-death fear.
Feeling pain, Leng Jianan suddenly stopped when he touched Ke'er's cold lips.
Ke'er's whole body was shaking like chaff, her eyes were full of tension and fear, as if he was a man-eating monster.
Her lips were slightly open and trembling violently
It felt like I had been stripped of all my clothes in the ice and snow, but at this time, it was midsummer
Leng Jianan pulled Ke'er's hand off his arm and said in a low voice, "I don't like the feeling of forcing others."
Ke'er was shocked and quickly took his hand and said, "If we do it again, I will behave very well."
"Do you have experience?" Leng Jianan sneered, threw Ke'er's hand away, and walked towards the office chair.
He sat down and tapped the table with his fingers, his voice still indifferent: "I'll give you seven days to get ready, or after studying, come and serve me now, you can go now."
Ke'er breathed a sigh of relief, quickly jumped off the desk, and picked up the clothes scattered on the floor.
She put it on a few times, tugged on the wrinkled skirt, and said timidly: "Well, I, can I ask for money first? Cash."
Leng Jianan glanced at her coldly, a transaction is a transaction, money is always the subject.
He called the phone: "Arlene, ask the finance department to bring up 100,000 yuan in cash."
During the waiting time, Ke'er kept her head down, her hands so restrained that she didn't know where to put them. Leng Jianan didn't look at her again and was immersed in reading the documents.
He felt like sitting on pins and needles, she felt like standing on pins and needles, but he didn't ask her to sit down.
There was a knock on the door, and Kerr was relieved to see the assistant lady walk in carrying a paper bag.
Ke'er always thought that one hundred thousand yuan was a lot, but it couldn't even be filled in a small paper bag.
The assistant lady put the paper bag on the coffee table. Leng Jianan motioned for her to go out. She glanced at Ke'er who was standing in the room strangely.
A small scratch is worth 100,000 yuan?
A contemptuous smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth because she soon discovered that the zipper of Ke'er's skirt was not zipped up.
"Take it away," Leng Jianan said without raising his head, as if he didn't want to see her again.
But Ke'er slowly moved to his desk, spread his hands and said: "Give me paper and pen."