Yan Jingxi: "......"

Women are like clothes! Isn't Lu Youran's clothes her?

Yan Jingxi was annoyed by his suggestion just now, and lowered his eyebrows.

Lu Muqing smiled slightly, as if relieved: "I don't wear clothes that others have worn. ”

He stood up with his black blazer and quickly put it on.

If it weren't for the blood on his arm, he wouldn't have seen an injury to his arm. A normal person with such a deep cut in his arm is bleeding again, so he will be careful when he wears clothes.

Yan Jingxi looked at him in surprise and asked, "Don't you feel pain?" ”

"Even if I shout that it hurts, it won't hurt?" He asked rhetorically and smiled slightly, "I'm not so hypocritical, but for the safety of your life and mine, I may not be able to drive." Lu Muqing half-raised his arm, "The key is in your pocket, you take it." ”

"Oh, good." Yan Jingxi didn't think much about it, and in order to save time, he reached into the pocket of his pants with both hands.

I didn't find it.

Yan Jingxi touched it inside, getting deeper and deeper.

There was only a thin cloth between his pants pocket and his legs, and she could feel his muscles full of strength and the warm temperature.

Yan Jingxi was cramped, his hand touched it inside, but he didn't touch it, he retreated back, touched it, but still didn't touch it, and he was touching it one layer inside......

Lu Muqing looked at the little woman who was almost in his arms, the scent of shampoo in her hair mixed with the unique fragrance of her body rushed into his nose.

There was a kind of enchanting color in his eyes, and a passion started from his abdomen.

And her hand, a little further in, could touch his sleeping dragon.

Lu Muqing furrowed his brows slightly. His voice was slightly hoarse, with some magnetism because of his dullness: "Where are you touching?" ”

"Huh?" Yan Jingxi looked at him in surprise.

Lu Muqing looked at her with deep eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Don't touch some things, if they are big, they are not something you can control." ”

Yan Jingxi knew what he was talking about, his face flushed, he took his hand out of his pants like an electric shock, furrowed his brows, and said crampedly: "Your key is not there!" ”

"Of course not, in the pocket of the suit." Lu Muqing raised his eyebrows and replied wistfully.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Yan Jingxi went to touch his suit pocket again.

"I see that you are quite enjoyable to touch, and I don't want to disturb your Yaxing." Lu Muqing said evilly.

Yan Jingxi took out the key, heard his teasing, was a little displeased, squinted at him, and asked, "Does Mr. Lu often talk to women like this?" ”

"I remember answering you before about this question." Lu Muqing looked at Yan Jingxi with burning eyes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said with certainty; "Not all kinds of women can stand by my side, I don't lack women, but it doesn't mean that I have to find women."

Yan Jingxi's heartbeat sped up for no reason, and she felt as if there was an inexplicable spark colliding between them, making her panic.

"Gone." Yan Jingxi lowered his eyes and walked quickly to the door.

Yan Jingxi advanced the elevator and pressed the open button.

With one hand in his pocket, he was straight, as if he were striding on grass and flowers.

Yan Jingxi lowered his eyes, and a judgment of the situation flashed in his light eyes.

A man like Lu Muqing has supreme power, wealth, and the skin of the country, and his king-like aura is powerful, and he has a fatal allure for young girls.

However, Yan Jingxi also understands that this kind of man is poisonous and a poppy.

It's hard to quit when you get it.

If you can change your sincerity for sincerity, you can still try.