Qingwu looked at Duan Miaomiao inexplicably, but saw that she immediately changed her gaze, her eyes flickering, and her face was full of secrecy.
"It's getting late, you guys should go back." Qing Wu quickly issued an eviction order and turned around to go upstairs.
The villa is very large. The master bedroom is facing the stairs. Qingwu's room is the first one on the right farthest from the master bedroom.
As for why she chose the farthest one, it was simply because Ling Yansen’s tastes were changeable. If she brought back a reserved and elegant one, she could still have a good sleep, but if she brought back a hot-spicy one who was good at bed, then she would have a good night’s sleep
I don't even think about falling asleep. I don't know what those women are thinking. They have to scream so loudly to be in ecstasy. They keep umming and umming, and the lingering sound lingers and the walls tremble.
Returning to the bedroom, he separated the documents between Duan and Jiayu. Ling Yansen had agreed to help save Duan on three conditions: first, marriage; second, Duan belonged to a branch of Jiayu, with Ling Yansen as the largest shareholder; third, she
She had to work in Jiayu, which meant that she actually held two positions: she was the representative of Jiayu's execution department and the general manager of Duan's.
During the day, she worked in the same building as his subordinate, and at night she lived together and endured the wild passion between him and his women. To make matters worse, today Sun Tongtong discovered that she and Ling Yansen were a couple.
Sun Tongtong used to be a handyman in the execution department, and she was just promoted to his assistant three days ago. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, there were so many beauties in Jiayu, but he just fell in love with the people around her. You can see the fishiness in this.
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He would really cause problems for her, he just couldn't see her live a peaceful life!
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Ling Yansen was awakened by his own sneezing. He stood up, his back was sore and something slipped from his knees.
"Why are you awake? You always like to sleep with your body crooked, maybe you've twisted it again." Ling Yansen followed the sound of a delicate sound like raindrops falling from the eaves after a rain. She looked over and saw that she was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, her long skirt almost dragging.
When he reached the ground, his charming and bright eyes were looking at him intently.
He coughed awkwardly, picked up the blanket on the floor and walked over, "Who allowed you to get out of bed?" Although the tone was reproachful, there was no hint of reproach.
"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold when you're asleep. Besides, it's just an old problem. You and Ah Qing always make a fuss out of a molehill. Your mother will be upset again if she knows."
"It doesn't matter what mother does. Come, lie down and I'll call Ah Qing and ask Ah Qing to make some soup and bring it over."
As he spoke, Ling Yansen knelt down and picked up the hem of her skirt. The empty half on the left hand side made him sluggish. When he raised his head again, his expression had returned to normal. He helped her lie down, but she grabbed the hem of his dress with her backhand, "Yan."