Chapter 922 Fatal Attraction

Joe was the only one pressed against the pillow by him, and looked at him silently for a moment.

“...... As for the issue of market share, we will get the data from their side when we have a meeting tomorrow, and we can make it clearer and more intuitive when we have a comparison. The person on the phone didn't hear anything unusual, and continued to report to Li Yeting in detail.

"Hmm." Li Yeting responded lightly.

After that, he covered the microphone and whispered to Joe, "Hey me." ”

Qiao Weiwei's face was dry when he heard this, and he couldn't help frowning.

She wanted to get off the other side of the bed, but as soon as she turned around, Li Yeting pressed her waist again, turned on the mobile phone and threw it aside, and began to untie her tie.

"Feed me." He put one hand at her side, approached her, and whispered in her ear.

Seeing that he was starting to unbutton the first button of his shirt, Joe's face became even hotter, and then he turned away, picked up the bowl at the head of the bed, obediently scooped him a spoonful of soup, and handed it to his lips.

Live broadcast the kiss scene in front of her subordinates, this kind of thing Li Yeting did it, and she still needs face.

Li Yeting lowered his head slightly, took a sip of hangover soup, and gently rubbed the hair on the top of her head, then let her go, turned around and leaned on the head of the bed, picked up the mobile phone on the side and turned off the speakerphone, and continued to listen to the report of the subordinate on the other end of the phone.

His slightly drunk appearance, with a little laziness, did not have the sloppy and greasy feeling of ordinary men after getting drunk, but under the faint bedside lamp, it had an inexplicable fatal attraction.

Joe sat down beside him, lowered his eyes away from his gaze, and scooped another spoonful of soup to his lips.

“...... There is also a problem mentioned earlier, the attitude of several partners is not clear enough. She was so close that she could clearly hear the report of her subordinates on Li Yeting's phone.

"Our hole cards have been clearly revealed to each other, and the bids are much higher than their value, but they still refuse to let go, and we wonder if there are other companies competing with us viciously and deliberately delaying our time."

Li Yeting listened to the phone, his eyes were also lazy, and he lowered his eyes and glanced at Qiao Wei.

He lowered his head and drank the soup in the spoon, and Qiao was about to withdraw his hand to continue scooping the soup for him, when Li Yeting's two rows of teeth suddenly exerted a slight force, and the teeth hit the spoon.

Qiao Wei subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at him, and his heart jumped inexplicably when he met his deep gaze.

She panicked.

Li Yeting is usually good at psychological games with others, just by looking at Qiao's only look, he can see what she is thinking in her heart and see her vacillation.

The two looked at each other again, he opened his mouth slightly, let go of the spoon, and watched as Qiao Weiwei continued to feed him the sobering soup.

He never interrupted the report of his subordinates on the phone.

He didn't care what was going on the phone, but was in a hurry to end it, even though it was only past nine o'clock.

He took a few sips of Qiao's only hand, and then suddenly pressed her hand and signaled that he didn't want to drink.

Fu Jia poured him just right, he was only slightly drunk, and his mind was very clear, so he didn't need to drink this thing.

Qiao Weiwei didn't force it, put the bowl aside, and as soon as she withdrew her hand, Li Yeting reached over and gently rubbed her chin a few times.

As the strength of the wine gradually came up, he was a little hot, and his knuckles were tinged with a faint red.

"I'll go wash up." Joe was a little awkward, dodging his hand and mouthing him silently.