"Are you going to work in Qu Liufeng's company?" He approached Ouyang Yiman step by step and asked coldly.
"No, he just talked about this issue with me." After hearing what he said, Ouyang Yiman understood what he had just said and mumbled.
"Did you agree?" He pressed closer, crouched down, and looked at her, with anger hidden behind his cold eyes.
"I just thought about it and didn't agree."
Ouyang Yiman's head hung lower. Although she felt in her heart that she had the absolute initiative over her fate, she still felt a little guilty when faced with Mu Niancheng's questioning.
"Are you short of money? The money mommy gave you is not enough? Or is it that the card I just left cannot satisfy you?" He suddenly frowned angrily and reached out to grab Ouyang Yiman's wrist.
"You actually provoke this man. Do you really want all men to surround you?"
His fingers turned white and he pinched her wrist tremblingly. The coldness in his eyes made Ouyang Yiman feel chilled.
"I didn't." Ouyang Yiman defended in a weak voice, sweat beads falling down her forehead, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain.
"Starting from tomorrow, you will come to the company and be my assistant. You are not allowed to go anywhere without my permission." Seeing her slightly trembling lips, he let go of his hand and became agitated again.
"Yes." Ouyang Yiman breathed a sigh of relief and stood for a moment without getting up. She looked at the impatient Mu Niancheng aggrievedly, "Brother Cheng, help me up."
Mu Niancheng didn't hear anything at all and turned his face to ignore her.
"Brother Cheng." She called softly again.
He pretended to be deaf.
The door was knocked at this time.
Mu Niancheng glared in the direction of the door angrily, walked over angrily, took Ouyang Yiman's hand, and pulled her up savagely.
But due to excessive force, Ouyang Yiman completely threw herself into his arms, and her little hands hugged him instinctively.
"Brother Cheng, my legs hurt so much."
Hiding in his arms, she burst into tears, spoke softly, and arched into his arms.
The familiar fragrance of orchid entered his nose again. The familiar smell, which had been with him for more than ten years, made him feel comfortable and comfortable at this moment.
He hugged her and took her completely into his arms. At this moment, he was just a man, temporarily forgetting Mu Niancheng's identity and status and everything he should have.
The door knocked again.
Mu Niancheng raised his head, as if he realized something, and pushed Ouyang Yiman away suddenly. His face suddenly turned ugly. Looking at her embarrassed appearance, he ordered in a low voice:
"Go to the rest room next door and change clothes."
Ouyang Yiman blushed, but the happiness on her face was still there. She smiled shyly, stood on tiptoes, quickly pressed a kiss on his face, and hurried into the lounge next door.
Ambiguity filled the entire office.
"Come in." Mu Niancheng leaned on the desk and stared at the door coldly. The scene just now appeared in his mind. He was holding her. How could he hold her out of control?
Damn it, that stinky girl always bumps into his arms intentionally or unintentionally to seduce him.
Yes, she seduced him. But he was actually seduced by her?
His whole body tensed up, suppressing the impulse he had just felt.
Ye Feng came in and saw a piece of white cloth on the ground, as if he had been stabbed. He quickly lowered his head and respectfully handed over a document, "Mr. Mu, this is the speech you just had at the meeting. It has been sorted out. After you read it,
, distributed to various departments.”
Mu Niancheng took it, glanced at it a few times, put it on the table, "You go out first, I'll let you know after I read it."
"Yes." Ye Feng quickly exited.
Mu Niancheng's office,
Weird anomaly.
After she left, Mu Niancheng picked up the document, flipped through it page by page, read two pages and threw it on the table, with her image in his mind.
"Brother Cheng, I forgot to bring my clothes."
Ouyang Yiman's probing voice came out softly.
Hearing a burst of irritation, he didn't say anything. He turned around and rummaged through the pile of shopping bags on the sofa. He threw the shopping bags on the floor impatiently, picked up a light gray thing that looked like a skirt and walked over to it.
The entrance to the lounge.
He raised his hand to knock on the door, but dropped his hand, grasped the door handle, pushed the door open and walked in.
Ouyang Yiman was only wearing underwear and was looking down at the injury on her knee. When she heard the door open, she straightened up. When she saw it was Mu Niancheng, she whispered: "Brother Cheng."
A red cloud immediately flew over her face. Under the light, she looked as charming as if she had just bloomed.
Mu Niancheng's eyes touched the flush on her face and he hurriedly avoided it. But when he looked down, he saw her fullness that was ready to come out. In an instant, his whole body tensed up. The high-spiritedness that belongs to a man suddenly burst out, and his heart burned.
The unstoppable flame.
His hands holding the dress were trembling slightly. He had to hold back, he had to hold back, he couldn't be tempted by her, he couldn't.
But he couldn't look away.
"Brother Cheng." Under his scorching gaze, Ouyang Yiman came over shyly, held his hand, took the skirt over, and turned around to put it on.
"Stinky girl, wait a minute." He took her hand and hugged her from behind with his other arm.
Jun's face was entangled with layers of contradictions, and he was still struggling, trying to break away from her temptation.
However, when his hand touched the soft peaks of her chest, his whole mind exploded, and he roughly kneaded her into his arms.
"Brother Cheng." Ouyang Yiman exclaimed, her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, and her lowered eyes held a hint of joy.
Mu Niancheng lowered his head and buried his handsome face in the crook of her neck. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply in her breath. He sent her out with his big hands. With a gentle pull, she faced him and fell into his arms.
"Brother Cheng, I..." Ouyang Yiman stretched out her arms to hug him and pressed against his solid chest. She felt at ease and at ease.
Mu Niancheng squeezed her arm a little tighter, lowered his head and kissed her lips. The tip of his anxious tongue stretched out, licking the inner wall of her mouth directly, curling her tongue, ###, as if he wanted to
He was looking for something, and his movements were so rough that there was no mercy at all.
She raised her arm around his waist and hooked it around his neck. The plumpness of her chest squeezed into a seductive arc due to her movements.
He left her lips, moved his tongue down, kissed his collarbone, licked and nibbled.
"Well, it hurts." Ouyang Yiman felt the pain on her skin, and instinctively pushed out to resist him. His hand touched her back, held it still, opened his mouth, moved down, and bit her deeper.
Sexy collarbone.
"Ah -" she exclaimed, tears instantly falling out of her eyes.
The little hand holding his chest was trembling slightly, and she felt his teeth piercing her skin, and the blood was gurgling out.
Biting her red and swollen lips, she didn't move.
Mu Niancheng felt the smell of blood on his lips, and his mind cleared. He pushed her away suddenly. He looked restless like a trapped animal. He held on to the carved railing on the bed beside him, lowered his head and panted heavily.
"Brother Cheng. No, don't push me away." The moment Ouyang Yiman was pushed away, her heart felt empty. She rushed over, hugged him, and begged with tears.
The blood flowed down her collarbone and along the lines of her chest. It was like a crawling red poisonous thread, shining seductively.
Mu Niancheng raised his head and looked at her. The corners of his lips were stained with her blood, making him look alluring and evil.
The slightly messy hair showed off the man's wildness, and beads of sweat shone on his forehead.
"Don't push me away." She begged weakly, stood up on tiptoes and kissed the corners of his lips, kissing him gently, licking the bloody lips. Tears fell down the corners of her mouth.
The salty taste filled their lips and teeth.
His emotions that had just calmed down began to stir again. He vigorously pulled away any obstruction on her body, placed his hand on the top of her body that he had just grasped, and twisted it fiercely.
Pain accompanied his palm, and the hot temperature of his hand in the pain made her heart beat, longing for his strength to be greater.
The tip of her tongue slipped into his mouth, recklessly searching for the tip of his tongue, entangled wantonly, and fully vented her heart's desire. She wanted more.
Biting her tongue, he took her into his mouth and moved vigorously, trying to remove the fatal temptation from her body.
There was pain at the base of her tongue. She endured the pain, released her small hand on his chest, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed closer to him.
"Take off my clothes." He ordered.
She hesitated for a moment, then used trembling little hands to unbutton the buttons of his shirt one by one. However, his big hands reached into her bush from behind.
"No, Brother Cheng." She was startled, and her shy instinct made her reach out to hold his hand.
"Really?" He left her lips, pushed her away, and stared evilly at her red face and her longing gray eyes.
"No." Leaving his embrace, she felt cold. Her hand left his and went to unbutton the button again.
"Say you want me." He held the red pistil on her head and whispered an order.
His hands were teasing her sensitive parts.
The longing in her heart deepened, and the feeling of extreme emptiness in her body gripped her tightly, making her feel unable to extricate herself.
The movements of her hands were accelerating. Her little hands touched his hot skin, and the strong sense of belonging comforted her. After the moment of pleasure, there was a deeper desire.
She gritted her teeth, it turned out that she actually wanted him to enter. She was not a slut, and she couldn't let him think she was a bad woman.
The sweat on her forehead fell drop by drop and dripped on his back. She grabbed his thick hair with her hands and endured the overwhelming desire in her heart.
"Is my kung fu not deep enough? Or is your water too deep?" Mu Niancheng hummed, increasing her strength, holding her keen tip with her big hand, and her movements became more aggressive.
"Chengcheng...brother. I want you, I want you." Ouyang Yiman couldn't control it anymore and started crying. She was tortured, tortured by the empty and full desire in her body.
"You're not sincere enough. You should be louder. You scream and scream. The more wild you scream, the more unrestrained you scream. I will give you a hard blow to make you more comfortable." The coldness in Mu Niancheng's eyes became even worse.
Smelly girl, since I've eaten you, there won't be any bones left. This is the path you chose, and you have to bear it.
"Brother Cheng -" she roared loudly, and as soon as she screamed, he picked her up, turned around and pressed against the hard door behind her.