Their voices are not loud, and it is a normal kind of dialogue between superiors and subordinates.

Luo Xingchen listened and understood.

But she couldn't understand some financial terms, but she knew that this Western man's attitude towards Jin Zeming was very respectful.

So from this point of view, it is obvious that Jin Zeming is not just a young master who doesn't do anything and only knows how to have fun.

But all this, since he wants to hide it and doesn't want to be seen, why should he show it in front of her.

Aren't you afraid of her going around talking?

After a while, Fred left with the papers.

Jin Zeming walked to the chaise longue and looked down at the woman lying on the chair.

She closed her eyes quietly, as if she had fallen asleep.

Maybe it was just the right sun, and her cheeks were a delicate red, as if they were dyed with a thin layer of crimson.

Like a red apple stained with morning dew, it exudes a charming sweetness.

He slowly sat down beside her, habitually brushing the hair around her ear, and the feeling of the twist lingered in his heart.

"Is it fun to pretend to sleep?" He slowly leaned his face in.

Luo Xingchen didn't move, but the beating eyelids still betrayed her.

She breathed urgently, and the pressure that had been transmitted from him grew heavier and heavier.

His burning snort drew closer and closer to her, and finally, she could no longer pretend, nor did she open her eyes, just don't look away.

Jin Zeming frowned slightly, pinched her chin, and forced her to face him.

"Hurt ......" she frowned lightly, "Jin Zeming, can't you let me be quiet for a while?" ”

Seeing his fierce appearance, she was afraid that if he knew that she had learned some of his secrets, would he kill people.

Just when she was stunned, he lowered his head and kissed her viciously.

The kiss was not very gentle, and even carried a certain not very good emotion, which made him full of fierceness all over his body.

Powerful, it made her heart tremble, and her delicate eyebrows frowned tightly.

The strong kiss became more and more frenzied, and she was a little breathless, and her little hand was helplessly pressed against his chest.

He untied her waist, revealing the sexy, thin-strapped, low-cut pajamas underneath the silk dressing gown.

The fair skin shows a delicate and silky texture in front of his eyes, which is so seductive that people can't take their eyes off it.

"Little Star ......" His whole body was hot, and even his dark eyes seemed to be burned through by the fire.

Luo Xingchen didn't dare to be reckless at this time, and whispered: "My foot hurts......"

"It won't hurt you!" Jin Zeming barely gave her a chance to react, and with a gentle tug of his big hand, the thin fabric shattered.

"Jin Zeming, don't ......"

Before she could finish her words, she felt a pair of big hands pull her waist down, and then push it up......

"The spirit of the professional contract is, I want it, you give!" There was a commanding tone in his faint voice.

His strength declares the nobility and humility of the king and the slave.

Luo Xingchen's eyes flashed with a dazzling cold gleam, and his stiff body suddenly lost its strength and collapsed under him.

Contract......

Their contract is just a trade!

And in this transaction, he is the king, and she is the slave!

Luo Xingchen closed her eyes, and the man's thin lips pressed up again, squeezing the air in her lungs again.

After a moment, he raised his head slightly, and then buried his head in her delicately scented neck.