Lan Xichen's eyes were instantly filled with a charming crimson color, and he suddenly turned around and hugged her, supported the back of her head, and kissed her lips fiercely.
Zuo Qing let out a sigh and fell into his arms.
He bit her lip like punishment, and cried out in pain from his left eye, "It hurts so much."
"You are not allowed to associate with any men again! Do you understand?"
His dominance made her feel very happy, and she pressed against him even more passionately, "Chen, kiss me."
Lan Xichen deepened the kiss, put his big hands into her clothes, and rubbed her softness.
"Ah...Chen..." Zuo Qing closed her eyes, moved her hands to his waist, and untied his belt...
At this moment, the door was pushed open suddenly.
Song Yu, Lan Xichen's personal assistant, coughed uncomfortably after seeing the situation inside.
Zuo Qing shyly hid in Lan Xichen's arms, turned around and tidied her clothes.
Lan Xichen hugged her and stared at Song Yu displeased, "You'd better give me an explanation."
"President, the old man is back.
"grandfather?"
Lan Xichen frowned, "Isn't he in Vancouver?"
"Well, the old man is already downstairs."
"Chen," Zuo Qing arranged her makeup, bent down to pick up her purse, and smiled considerately at Lan Xichen, "I'd better go back first, remember to call me."
Knowing what grandpa thought of her, Lan Xichen didn't want to embarrass her, so she nodded, "I'll ask the driver to take you off."
Zuo Qing kissed his lips gently and whispered into his ear, "Let's stop testing each other. You know what I mean."
Giving him a beautiful smile, Zuo Qing put on her sunglasses and walked out of the office gracefully. Her long hair set off a charming curve as she walked. The employees of hz were no strangers to her, and they all knew that she was like the president.
Ambiguous relationship.
Lan Xichen half-closed his eyes, making it difficult to see the emotions inside.
Looking at Zuo Qing's mesmerizing back, Song Yu couldn't help but laugh, "President, you have the woman that all men in Asia want."
Lan Xichen glanced at him, strode towards the CEO's staircase, and waited for his grandfather, Lan Zhengyao, the founder of hz.
"Ding"
The elevator door opened, and several people walked out. The person walking in front was an old man wearing a black Tang suit with white hair. Although he was nearly seventy years old, he was full of energy, especially his bright eyes.
.
"Grandpa," Lan Xichen greeted him, "Grandpa, why did you suddenly return to China without notifying me?
Lan Zhengyao ignored him and walked in with a straight face. The old butler Anson who was following behind him handed over a newspaper, "This is a Vancouver newspaper."
He took it curiously and opened it. Lan Xichen's face darkened, and he immediately understood whose masterpiece this was.