Murong Rong still felt that something was wrong. With so many colleagues outside the office, they would always notice the clues. "Yinzai, calm down for a moment and talk about it after you get home... okay?"
Murong Rong pushed Yin Zai away and stepped back.
When the originally short skirt is pulled back, the scenery inside is even more looming.
Yinzai's black eyes suddenly ignited with two flames, and the little goblin said no while provoking him so much that he couldn't control himself.
He grabbed Murong Rong's smooth and silky calves and pulled them over. Damn it, calmness and rationality, let them go to hell.
Anyone who can remain calm at this time is definitely not a man!
"Yin, Yinzai..." Under Yinzai's prodding, Murong Rong felt her body getting hotter and hotter, and she responded to him awkwardly and awkwardly.
His heavy breath sprayed in her ears, "Tell me, who am I?"
"General, Mr. President..." She answered him softly in a charming voice.
"You're so naughty. I don't want to eat grass from the nest." Yinzai took a bite of her sensitive spot and said, "Answer again."
"Old, husband——"
"now it's right."
Clothes are falling off, passion is burning, and the luxurious office is playing out a scene that makes people blush.
Two hours later, Murong Rong leaned softly on the sofa, her bloodshot red lips even more colorful and charming.
Yinzai is still full of energy. If time hadn't allowed him, he would really not want to let go of such a sweet wife.
He picked up Murong Rong, walked into the bathroom in the office, and cleaned her carefully.
Holding her limply with one hand, he smiled lowly, shining with pride and confidence, "Would you like me to carry you home?"
Murong Rong shook his head quickly and stood up holding on to the wall, "I'll go back by myself."
If someone from the company saw him carrying her back, would she have the face to see anyone in the future?
"Are you sure?" He began to tease her evilly again.
Murong Rong replied stiffly, "Of course. Go out quickly, aren't you very busy?"
"I'm not busy now." His hands wandered over her body lovingly. The tender and smooth skin and the sweet taste were like eating the marrow and knowing the taste. He couldn't let it go anymore. "Wife, I feel like I can't live without you anymore.
Yes, what should I do?”
Murong Rong blushed, feeling sweet and shy at the same time.
How did he learn to be clingy...
Looking at the extremely handsome face and tender eyes, her eyes couldn't help but soften.
He didn't know how much the way he looked at her so tenderly made her intoxicated.
How wonderful it would be for time to stop at this moment forever.
Fingers gently traced his sexy thin lips, high bridge of nose, broad forehead...
"What's wrong?" He grabbed her finger, put it at the corner of his mouth, and kissed it gently.
She murmured like a dream: "I want to see your face clearly and burn it in my mind. I will never forget it."
"Fool, we will stick together for the rest of our lives, and you will never forget it even if you want to."
There was a hint of astringency on her lips, and her whole life was a beautiful myth.
"What's wrong?" Yinzai raised his eyebrows, not understanding why his little woman became sentimental again.
She smiled and said, "I'm thinking about whether your promise is true or false..."
"Of course it's true! You are my wife. If I don't stay with you for the rest of my life, who else can I stay with for the rest of my life?"
She smiled, but there was a strong sense of astringency in her heart: Yinzai, I finally learned to hide it in front of you...
Yin Zai picked up Murong Rong and walked back to the office.
Murong Rong said softly: "I can leave by myself."
Yinzai lowered his head and said, "I like holding you. Do you want me to help you get dressed?"
"no, do not want!"
"If you say you want it, I won't. But if you say no, I still want it! I took off your clothes and put them on for you, just in time for the coming and going."
Murong Rong could only blush.
Yin Zai's magnetic voice suddenly came: "Honey, your red face is really like a shrimp, I really want to take a bite."
Murong glared at him angrily, "I'm not a shrimp."
The face looks like a shrimp, how ugly!
He replied lovingly: "Okay, it's not shrimp, it's crab. I like eating crabs the most..."
Murong Rong was angry: "You did it on purpose!"
"Hahaha——" His bright laughter echoed in the huge office.