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"Do you still want to cooperate? Miss Zhang. ”

Han Ziyu looked at the charming Zhang Chaoliang and slowly spoke.

"Look at your performance..."

Zhang Chaoliang's fingers kept running around Han Ziyu's tie.

"You're still so bad..."

Faced with such a Zhang Chaoliang, Han Ziyu directly slapped her little buttocks.

"Yikes..."

Zhang Chaoliang's delicate cry rang in Han Ziyu's ears.

Han Ziyu hugged Zhang Chaoliang on the edge of the desk and let her two hands support her body.

"Looks like I'm a little fat..."

Han Ziyu glanced at Zhang Chaoliang's exposed snow peak.

"What are you talking nonsense!"

Any girl who loves beauty will not allow a man to say that she has become fat.

"It's a little bigger, Director Han..."

Zhang Chaoliang's legs slowly rubbed against Han Ziyu's waist.

"You'll have to look at this specifically..."

Han Ziyu was curious about what Zhang Chaoliang would do in order to win more trust from herself.

"Then you can help me take it off..."

"The zipper of the skirt is right in the back..."

Zhang Chaoliang challenged Han Ziyu's endurance step by step.

"Is it here?"

Han Ziyu's hand touched the zipper, and then pulled the zipper to Zhang Chaoliang's waist socket.

"Is that all there is to it? Doesn't Director Han want to see it all?"

Zhang Chaoliang twisted her waist slightly on the table, and her skirt hung on her as if she couldn't fall off.

"Don't worry, I'll help you take a look at it first..."

Han Ziyu looked at the two balls vibrating in Zhang Chaoliang's chest, and his tone was calm, but his breathing became thicker.

"Ahh Director Han..."

The dress was taken off by Han Ziyu from his arm to his lower abdomen, and Zhang Chaoliang's skin trembled immediately when it came into contact with the air.

"Director Han... Kindness... People don't wear underwear..."

Zhang Chaoliang covered two points on her chest with her little hands, she didn't know that because of her movements, the two water balls on her chest were squeezed out of a deep ravine.

"If you don't put your hands down, I can't see clearly..."

Han Ziyu's breath sprayed on Zhang Chaoliang's collarbone.

"But there's also a chest sticker..."

After Zhang Chaoliang took her hand away, there was still a cover in front of her snow peak. She knew that Han Ziyu didn't trust herself enough now, even if she gave Han Ziyu Shiping's criminal evidence, Han Ziyu would not necessarily make a move. Han Ziyu is her only hope at the moment, and in order to take revenge on Shi Ping, she also has to use her body to gain Han Ziyu's trust.

"It's simple..."

As Han Ziyu spoke, he used his fingers to untie the two chests.

"Ahh Kindness... Director Han..."

The chest sticker was originally tightly attached to Zhang Chaoliang's chest, but now it was torn off by Han Ziyu's sudden movements, and Zhang Chaoliang's tender and delicate peach trembled.

"Is it another man or did you make them bigger?"

Han Ziyu clasped his hands on the desk and observed Zhang Chaoliang in detail.

"Well... What's the matter... Maybe it's still developing, and sometimes it hurts to take a bath..."

Zhang Chaoliang listened to Han Ziyu's words, and the fullness on his chest seemed to be a little itchy. She folded her legs, trying to hide her inner turmoil.

"Oh, why didn't you go to the hospital for a check-up?"

Han Ziyu has always believed that as long as a woman passes her teenage years, she will no longer develop.

"I want to... Want... Director Han will help me check..."

Zhang Chaoliang boldly grabbed Han Ziyu's hand and pressed it to his chest, and stretched his little tongue out of his red lips.

"I'm not a doctor..."

As soon as Han Ziyu touched the clotted fat, he wanted to withdraw his hand.

"It is estimated that Director Han will not hurt when he touches it..."

Zhang Chaoliang grabbed Han Ziyu's hand, but he didn't let him take it back.

"Ahh Director Han..."

Han Ziyu took advantage of the situation and rubbed it a few times on her peach, causing Zhang Chaoliang to pant.

"Open your legs..."

Although Han Ziyu also knew in his heart that flirting with a woman in the office had a different kind of stimulation, reason still forced him to continue to test Zhang Chaoliang.

"Director Han—"

Zhang Chaoliang leaned up on her slender neck like a swan, and read Han Ziyu in her mouth.

"Director Han, you're really smart... The secret is in the middle of my legs..."

In fact, Zhang Chaoliang didn't bring Shi Ping's criminal evidence today, and those things were put in a very safe place by her. On the one hand, she wants to gain Han Ziyu's trust, and on the other hand, she is also testing Han Ziyu's sincerity.

"You are also very smart, it is difficult for a man to resist the temptation of black silk..."

Han Ziyu's hand swirled along Zhang Chaoliang's long legs, but Zhang Chaoliang just closed his legs.

"I'm not going to keep Shi Ping..."

Han Ziyu's hand suddenly and flexibly drilled into the hem of Zhang Chaoliang's skirt.

"Ahh

Although Zhang Chaoliang couldn't see Han Ziyu's movements, she knew that Han Ziyu's hand had been attached to her lower abdomen.

"Miss Zhang, a little help is exactly the cooperation I need..."

Han Ziyu ripped off Zhang Chaoliang's skirt piled up on her waist as she spoke, and Zhang Chaoliang only had a black silk bunker left at this time, through the black, in the triangle, Han Ziyu saw Zhang Chaoliang's small lace bottoms.

"Well... Director Han..."

Zhang Chaoliang was gradually conquered by Han Ziyu's male hormones, her eyes became hazy, and her little hands on the table began to soften.

"Miss Zhang, do you have leg cramps?"

"Do you want me to help you look at your legs..."

Han Ziyu hugged Zhang Chaoliang as he spoke, and began to take off black stockings from her waist and hips.

"Well... Hum... Director Han..."

Zhang Chaoliang leaned tightly in Han Ziyu's arms, for this man, she Zhang Chaoliang is afraid that she will never forget it for the rest of her life. Her softness and Han Ziyu's chest fit tightly, and her heartbeat seemed to be as strong and powerful as Han Ziyu's.

“2498？”

Han Ziyu faded Zhang Chaoliang's black silk to his calf, and saw these four numbers on Zhang Chaoliang's fair-skinned buttocks.

"Director Han... This is the code I deposited in the bank safe..."

"There's what you want in there..."

Zhang Chaoliang saw Han Ziyu let go of herself and sat back in her position, she stabilized her mind and began to dress herself again.

"Don't worry, I will fulfill my promise and live up to your trust..."

Han Ziyu silently recited the string of passwords in his heart, and his eyes lingered on Zhang Chaoliang, who was adjusting his chest shape.

"Then your chest patch is useless, and you're not afraid of going naked?"

Han Ziyu looked at Zhang Chaoliang's back as she zipped up her skirt and was about to leave.

"Hmph, I thought that the chest sticker would be scrapped in your hands, I don't want other men to take advantage of me in vain..."

Zhang Chaoliang said and took out a blazer from her bag, and when she put it on, the whole person exuded the domineering feeling of a female president.

"Director Han, I'm just waiting for your good news..."

Zhang Chaoliang's lips were red, and she walked out of Han Ziyu's office with a smoky look.

She knew that she was almost stripped naked, and Han Ziyu didn't want to have sex with her, so a man with a firm mind was still trustworthy.

"Little Liang'er..."

Zhang Chaoliang's fragrance seemed to be still in the office, and Han Ziyu tidied up the messy desktop by himself, silently reciting his nickname for Zhang Chaoliang.