The voice broke, and Ye Jiaojiao moaned lovingly, closing her eyes as if enjoying herself.
Try your best to present the side of yourself that can best please men.
"Then work harder, baby!"
The man whispered into Ye Jiaojiao's ear, his fat belly pressed against her delicately made-up face, he grabbed her hair, adjusted her position, and continued to move in and out without any sense of beauty.
Half an hour later, Ye Jiaojiao put on her clothes and said something in the man's ear in a coquettish manner, which made him laugh loudly.
Immediately, the man took out a blank check and handed it over.
"Baby, take it and buy something you like."
As soon as she finished speaking, her fat hands fell on her hip-wrapped skirt, and while caressing it, they moved dishonestly towards the bottom of the skirt.
"Oh... I hate it!"
Ye Jiaojiao twisted her waist to avoid the man's hand.
A trace of disgust flashed across his eyes, quickly and without leaving any trace.
"Leprechaun!"
When she didn't succeed, the man slapped her hard on the buttocks.
Then he waved his hand and asked her to leave.
The tall and tall secretary outside the door saw Ye Jiaojiao coming out and immediately and respectfully walked her to the elevator. After she got on the elevator, he turned back and pushed the door open to enter the room.
The air in the house is thick and makes people daydream.
But the secretary, who had long been used to it, walked in calmly, but looked slightly nervous.
"boss!"
"How's it going? Has anyone been caught?"
The secretary looked up and saw the man wrapped in a bathrobe, his voice slightly raised, and he gave a nervous and solemn answer: "I'm sorry, boss, my subordinates didn't do things well, so they ran away."
"Run away?! Are you pigs? There are so many people, you can't even catch a little girl! It's so stupid!"
With an angry curse, the man picked up the ashtray at hand and threw it at the secretary.
The secretary did not hide, but stood firm.
Even though the bloody heat snaked down from his forehead and dripped down his chin, he didn't say a word.
But in those seemingly calm eyes, there were turbulent waves.
Storm is coming...
*
"bite--"
The elevator reaches the sixteenth floor.
Holding Bo Jinghan, who seemed to be asleep, Lu Yan got off the elevator and approached the door.
He put her down gently and held her waist to steady her.
He had a free hand to get the keys.
But even so, he still woke up this little drunk cat who had finally fallen asleep.
"Well..."
Leaning weakly in Lu Yan's arms, Bo Jinghan stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, half-squinting, staring at the door in front of him.
He asked in a daze: "Where...is this?"
"My home."
Opening the door, Lu Yan took her in his arms and walked into the room.
Just as he was about to turn on the light, he felt a hand wrap around his neck.
"You...want to do...bad things?"
Bo Jinghan, who was speechless, stood on tiptoes and lay precariously on Lu Yan.
Hot breath sprayed on his cheek.
Like a spreading fire, it quickly burned up.
Cause an evil fire somewhere.
Straightening his body, Lu Yan suppressed the heat in his body and reached out to touch the switch.
He secretly laughed in his heart - this torturing little goblin was simply testing his self-control!
Turn on the lights.
Visual return.
Lu Yan's eyes collided with her drunken eyes.
Charming, enchanting.
Her talking eyes were covered with a faint layer of confusion, but they were completely alluring, as if just a glance could take away half of the soul of a man who didn't have good self-control!
