Ye Xiaohan was dull for a moment, remembered the goodnight kiss last night, understood, and stepped forward with a smile.

Ye Bowen hugged her into his arms, and his thin lips imprinted a gentle kiss on her forehead, "Good night, Xiaohan." ”

"Good night, brother." Ye Xiaohan also hugged him back.

She looked extremely small in his arms, only as tall as his armpits, and her face was just buried in his chest, looking extremely harmonious.

The two hugged each other gently, let go of each other, and went back to their rooms.

In the next few days, Ye Xiaohan became familiar with the company, and now she is officially responsible for the attendance of the company's personnel. Qin Yue also began to contact customers in the form of assistants.

I didn't meet the person surnamed Li again, Qin Yue has always been normal, and Ye Xiaohan hasn't talked much.

In the past few days, Ye Bowen has also tried to get off work early, but it is still not before half past eight. Ye Xiaohan still waited for him in the office every day, and she was still not familiar with his assistant Shi Feng, so she nodded and said hello every time she saw him.

Shi Feng was accustomed to her going to the general manager's office every day.

As soon as it was the weekend, there was no biological clock to go to work, Ye Xiaohan slept soundly, and he didn't wake up at half past eight.

Ye Bowen is still the same as before, he woke up at half past seven, went to the gym to exercise for almost an hour, and went back to the room to take a shower, but there was no little girl. He tried to open the lower door, but it was unlocked, and it opened in one fell swoop. "Little ......"

The word 'Han' was stuck in his throat, and he walked over gently, and the girl on the bed was facing inward, holding her little rabbit and sleeping soundly.

She is wearing a pink nightdress today, because of the rolling of sleep, the skirt, the hem, the roll, to the waist, two porcelain, white slender legs, in the purple sheet, more seductive, human. Round, round, upturned, buttocks, pouting in his direction.

With thunder, the pink of the silk edge is small, inside. Under the fabric, a little transparent, the seam looms.

It was the abyss of sin, but it was deeply tempting him, his throat was thirsty, and he couldn't help himself, and his big palm stroked it, through the pink cloth, feeling, accepting, her beauty, slender fingers followed that, hook. Probed down,

Came to that, sew, gently rubbed before, rubbed, his eyes were about to catch fire, fingers, unconsciously coming, back, twisting, getting, soon the fabric revealed water stains, he smiled silently, he was not mistaken, this little thing is really sensitive, very sensitive.

At this moment, he is stupid, lustful, moving, and his mind is clamoring, possessing her, even if it is a catastrophe, as long as he can have it!

However, he still didn't dare, didn't dare to take that step after all!

She still doesn't love him, he can't be strong against her, and he can't let her have the possibility of hating him and resenting him.

That would be more unbearable for him than not being able to get it.

He withdrew his hand and straightened up, staring at her with dark eyes complex and longing.

In an instant, Ye Xiaohan woke up with a bang.

Exhale deeply, and your cheeks are as red as boiled shrimp.

She reached out and flicked it on the rabbit's ear, so shy!

She actually had a spring, dream! I dreamed of a hot palm, and I did something very shy about her, although I didn't see him clearly, but subconsciously I always felt that it was someone she was very familiar with and relied on, so she didn't feel disgusted. Who is the person in the dream?

Her face was still a little hot, and she moved slightly.

"Get up when you wake up." Ye Bowen's voice was hoarse with forbearance.

The sudden sound startled Ye Xiaohan, and when he turned over, he saw the tall back of him turning around and going out.

She stretched and prepared to get up, only to find that her nightdress, in a not good sleeping position all night, was rolled up so high, so high! That just now...... Brother Bowen saw?

I took a strip of nei casually when I took a shower last night, but I didn't expect it to be her birthday, and her roommate Zhirong gave it to her mischief, and she had already taken it in, and she didn't want to bother to change it anymore.

Lace, thin, and transparent, when Zhirong sent it, she said, you don't have a boyfriend anyway, no one appreciates it, wear YY yourself. Right now...... Ye Xiaohan really wanted to cry without tears.

Brother Bowen is like she is his own sister, it should be nothing, right?

She got up and found a small one to replace the one on her body, and looked at the wet place, her face turned red again, all to blame for Zhirong! Sending such a Nene, and saying something like that, makes her have such a shy dream!

She threw it in the washroom sink and vowed never to wear it again.

When she went out of the room, she didn't see Brother Bowen in the living room, and no one answered when she shouted twice. Seeing that the door to his bedroom was closed, I thought he might be in the bedroom, so I went to the kitchen.

She only cooked on the day she came, and the kitchen was full of utensils, all brand new, and it was clear that the host had never used them.

The fridge used to have only beer and drinks, and she bought some vegetables, milk and fruit that day to fill in.

She took eggs and ham out of the fridge and fried them.

It wasn't until she made breakfast and put it on the table that Ye Bowen opened the door and came out.

"Brother, did you wash your hair? Just had breakfast"

Ye Xiaohan saw that his hair was still dripping, dripping on his silk nightgown, from the opening of the nightgown, his chest muscles were looming, his figure was so good, it was really a walking Kolmon! Ye Xiaohan blushed and heartbeat when he saw it.

"Okay, take a shower." When Ye Bowen saw her eyes, he swept to his body intentionally or unintentionally, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly.

"It's been so long, let's play mahjong." Ye Xiaohan blurted out, and his face turned red when he reacted.

She actually made such a joke on Brother Bowen!

It's all to blame on that group of filthy female roommates, she didn't know the deep meaning of the word mahjong before, so those filthy girls were taught badly. What is the purpose of playing mahjong? …… Self. Touch!

Ye Bowen's footsteps were dull, his eyes stared at her with deep and mysterious eyes, and he slowly spoke: "En." ”

He also went through the student days, and he understood the deep meaning of those words.

Ye Xiaohan only felt that there were fifteen grass ni horses running by, what did Brother Bowen say? He said yes, yes? , meaning to admit to playing mahjong'?

Also, Brother Bowen is 28 years old, and he doesn't have a girlfriend, and the person he likes hasn't been caught up yet, so there is a demand, and I heard that men will be particularly prosperous in the morning, and 'playing mahjong' should also be .......

Ye Bowen patted the girl who was obviously out of the world.

"What do you think? I took a call inside. ”

Ye Xiaohan came back to his senses and laughed embarrassedly: "No, I didn't think about anything, brother, your hair is still dripping, I'll blow it for you." ”

Ye Xiaohan went to get a hair dryer, made him sit on the sofa, and blew it on him.

The man's hair was short and dried in a few minutes.

And he enjoyed her slender jade fingers, passing through his thick hair, leaving bursts of crisp ~ numbness on his scalp.