Su Shijie closed his eyes with a look of enjoyment.
"Does it hurt here, or is it sore here?"
“The technique is good.”
"Then when you are tired in the future, I will help you press..." Chanel pressed his shoulders and rubbed his arms, all the way down.
Su Shijie suddenly grabbed her hand and opened her brown eyes.
"Once you touch me, the most painful thing for me is... down there."
Chanel's cheeks suddenly turned red and she stared at him in disbelief: "Su Shijie!" His mouth became worse and worse.
"What I said is true," he breathed slightly, his throat rolled, and he held her fingers and said, "You seem to have poisoned me. I can't stand your fingers touching my skin."
"What should we do?"
"You'd better rub the back of my neck."
"Is it okay to press the neck?"
"I'm insensitive there."
"..." Jing Jiaren was speechless, paused and asked, "Then what else are you insensitive about?"
"head."
"What else?"
"No more."
"In other words, will you be sensitive if I touch you anywhere else?"
Su Shijie closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast shadows: "Under normal circumstances, my control strength will be higher, but it's different when you massage me."
All right.
Chanel rubbed it for a while, her fingers were slightly sore, but she was afraid that Su Shijie would notice that she had lost strength and that she was tired, so he would stop her.
As a result, Su Shijie still noticed that she didn't show that she was tired.
"You must be tired."
"Not tired."
With a gentle pull from Su Shijie, Chanel sat on his lap, her face facing his handsome and charming face.
Su Shijie raised his head slightly, put the tip of his nose against her chin, and rubbed it.
"Nair, kiss me." His voice dropped a few degrees, his eyes fixed on her pink lips, and he asked.
Chanel hesitated slightly, saw the invitation in his eyes, held his neck and leaned over to kiss his lips.
…
Outside the door, several bold colleagues stood at the door of the president's office, their ears pressed against the door, wanting to know what their boss was like in private.
Some colleagues speculated that Su Shijie was a "hep-controller," but some colleagues firmly refused to believe it, and later they even resorted to betting.
It's a pity that the sound insulation measures here are very good, so I can't hear clearly...
"Stop squeezing, you've stepped on my foot." A staff member was pressed against the door, shouting in a low voice.
"I was kicked a few times by you." The male employee behind him frowned and had a bitter look on his face.
"Did you hear anything..." - He had a majestic face, as if he wanted to expose them... He was Su Shijie's right-hand man, he was usually very dull, and he would report everything to Su Shijie.
A naughty male employee quietly opened the door with his hands, suddenly grabbed the assistant's body and pushed him into the president's office...
This is called dragging him into the water.
As long as the assistant makes a mistake, he has no position to report them anymore. Because of Yan Yan, he stumbled and was pushed in, and the gift box he was holding almost fell to the ground.