As soon as he entered the office, Xiao He had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, as soon as he closed the door, the woman behind him posted it.

White arms wrapped around his waist, and weak, boneless hands moved to the hem of his suit, and snakes slipped through the hem of his shirt, caressing the man's strong waist in an attempt to pull the hem of his bound shirt.

It's a pity that as soon as her hand pulled off her shirt, her arm was violently grabbed by the man in front of her, and then, the man in front of her suddenly turned around and looked at her coldly with a calm face.

"Huh?" Wen Yan blinked innocently, "What's wrong?"

Xiao He was still staring at her with a cold face, and his eyes were bottomless.

"I think Mr. Xiao seems to be very hot, and I just want to help you take off your coat. Wen Yan said nonsense with a sincere face.

Xiao He looked at her heavily, let go of his hand, walked straight to the back of the desk, sat down, and turned on the computer.

Wen Yan didn't step forward, but sat down on the sofa opposite him, folded his legs, and gently pinched his calves.

"What's wrong with the data?" Xiao He glanced at her and said in a cold voice.

Hearing this, Wen Yan hooked her lips slightly, and pretended to wink at him mysteriously: "My feet are a little painful, please ask Mr. Xiao to come over." ”

Xiao He's gaze fell on her lap.

Fair-skinned and slender legs, thin, but well-proportioned and elastic. Under the delicate and small ankles, stepping on a pair of eight or nine centimeters of stiletto heels, there is a fragile beauty, which makes people want to hold those ankles and free them from the confinement of high heels.

Such delicate and fragile feet, how can they withstand the narrow confinement of high heels, and they should be gently cared for.

Xiao He frowned, and a burst of heat surged up in his body inexplicably.

After a moment of silence, he got up and walked to the couch with his laptop.

He handed the laptop to Wen Yan, and the laptop was taken over, but it was closed in the next second.

"Mr. Xiao, my feet hurt, can you help me pinch it?" Wen Yan said softly in a coquettish voice, with a pure and charming expression.

Xiao He already had a rough idea in his heart, and what data was wrong was just this woman's nonsense.

His black eyes flashed slightly, and then, Xiao He really sat down.

Wen Yan hooked her lips and smiled, and flexibly put her fingers over his knees, slowly sliding up and down to the man's thighs......

It's human instinct to get an inch.

The red lips raised, and Wen Yan was about to cover his hand on the destination, when his wrist was suddenly intercepted.

Xiao He squinted slightly, his gaze fell condescendingly on her face, his black eyes were sharp, and he was not angry and arrogant.

Wen Yan was seen by him as weak, but the more calm he was, the more she wanted to tear off his mask and tear off his ascetic and calm disguise.

In a confrontation in which there is no concession to each other, whoever wavers first loses the initiative.

He understands it, and so does she.

The mobile phone rang suddenly, it was Xiao He's.

He let go of his hand, took his phone out of his pocket, glanced at the caller ID, and picked it up.

Wen Yan immediately seized the opportunity, got up, straddled his lap directly, and hooked his neck with his lotus arm.

Xiao He frowned and glanced at her, his free hand trying to pull her arm away.

Wen Yan leaned over directly, almost against him, tightly around his neck.

During the pulling, the breathing was chaotic and the body was hot.

Wen Yan obviously felt the man's body stiffen for a moment, and a smug light flashed in her eyes.

I don't know who he's talking to, but it doesn't seem convenient to hang up, he keeps listening, occasionally responding.

Such a good opportunity, Wen Yan will naturally not let it go.