The soft palm pressed against his chest, squeezed it lightly, and went down......

The man's empty left hand subconsciously grabbed her messy wrist.

Wen Yan's other hand then rose like a nimble snake, and she raised her eyebrows and looked at him defiantly.

His breath was scrambled for a moment.

Wen Yan pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes were like silk, like a cunning and clingy fox.

Xiao He met her gaze, pursed his lips, and occasionally responded to the question of the person on the other end of the phone, his expression was calm and almost cold.

Wen Yan snorted coldly in her heart, she can really pretend.

Wickedly, he leaned close to his ear and made a delicate voice: "You're so hot......"

Xiao He's body trembled, and she unconsciously let go of the palm that shackled her wrist......

The weather in early autumn is very comfortable, and it is a little cooler at night, just the right temperature. But he felt very hot, and a fire called desire and hope burned from the bottom up, and burned his temples with a faint pain.

In the office with enough space, the temperature seems to be gradually rising, and the smell of a woman's perfume mixed with a faint smell of wine ferments in the air, like a deadly poison.

Knowing that it is poison, it is still addictive.

Drink to quench your thirst, that's about it.

The warm and smooth forehead rested on the man's broad shoulders, and I don't know when he hung up the phone, and the man's hand fell on her waist.

Just when she thought he could not take it anymore, the person was suddenly lifted away, and she fell to the sofa.

Xiao He got up and looked at her coldly with a condescending gaze: "Wen Yan, what do you want?"

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed lowly, laughing wildly.

She understood what he meant, and instead of asking directly, how much do you want, but said, what do you want.

So, he treats her as a woman who came out to sell?

Also, her behavior, no wonder he thinks so.

Xiao He looked at her steadily, the woman in front of her lowered her eyes and smiled uncontrollably, her crow-like eyelashes trembling lightly, like a butterfly with a lingering posture, flapping her wings lightly, but she didn't want to leave.

She laughed so much that tears came out, and the water droplets adorned the reddish eyes, and she wanted to fall.

He didn't understand what his words deserved her to laugh at like this, but he wasn't going to ask.

After a while, Wen Yan finally smiled enough.

She lifted her eyes and stared at him, her moist eyes were clear and round, more frank than a child, but more cunning than a fox, staring at him directly, her red lips finally opened, and her voice was delicate and firm: "I want you." ”

With these three words, she blinked, and the droplets of water hanging on her long eyelashes finally rolled down, falling down the reddened tails of her eyes, sliding over her fair cheeks, and silently sinking into the placket.

Her voice was soft and sweet, but her expression was proud and sad.

The tip of Xiao He's heart trembled suddenly, as if he had been scratched by a kitten, the stinging pain and the shallow itching.

He frowned, not understanding why he felt this way.

Over the years, there have been countless women who have approached him, and many people have said this, but no one has ever said it with this tone and expression.

"I've seen you before?" for some reason, the thought popped through his mind.

Hearing this, Wen Yan froze for a moment, her eyes seemed to flicker, and after a while, she slowly hooked her lips and laughed.

Lifting his eyes, he stared straight at the man in front of him, and smiled ambiguously and restrictively: "Of course, haven't we seen each other in the conference room, the hotel swimming pool, and your office?"

After speaking, she straightened up and kissed the corner of his lips, and her tone was brisk and flying: "See you next week, Mr. Xiao." ”

Pull open the door in style and stride away.

Even if you are rejected, keep your posture.

Xiao He frowned slightly, watching the slender figure gradually move away, until it disappeared from sight, and then withdrew his gaze.

His thin lips were still pursed, he closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows, his expression showed a slight tiredness, and sat on the sofa, leaning quietly on the back of the chair.

There was still a faint smell of her perfume in the air, a little sweet.

Inexplicable irritability lingers.