"You really want to know?"

"Of course I want to, let's talk about it." The crowd leaned forward again with curiosity on their faces.

"Then ask the president yourself." Tsing Yi gave a very good suggestion.

"Cut~"

Everyone collectively rolled their eyes, and they all returned to you with some disappointment.

"Jun Moyan, look what this is."

Wen Xiaoai couldn't wait to take out the dozens of folded A4 papers from the big pocket of her suspenders, and then handed them to Jun Moyan with both hands, looking at him with a look of praise on his face.

Jun Moyan stretched out his hand to take it, then opened it, and when he saw the pages of the paper with his name written on it, his heart was shaken.

Looking at Wen Xiaoai, who was standing obediently with two little hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile, like Wen Xiaoai, a good student who checked the teacher's homework, Jun Moyan actually had a strange feeling in his heart.

It's subtle, and though I can't tell, he loves it.

"How? Did I write well? ”

"You wrote all this today?"

"Hmm." Wen Xiaoai smiled and nodded.

"That's amazing." Jun Moyan praised without hesitation.

Wen Xiaoai smiled and stretched out the small hand that had held the pen in front of him: "My hand hurts." ”

Jun Mo Yan took out his empty hand, held her little hand, and rubbed it for her.

If Wen Xiaoai was practicing calligraphy and said that handwriting hurts, maybe he wouldn't let her write, but she wrote ...... It's his name.

He liked it when she wrote his name.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Wen Xiaoai withdrew her hand, rolled her eyes, and then asked with some expectation: "Jun Moyan, is that...... Are there any rewards? ”

"What do you want?" Jun Moyan raised his hand and touched her little head.

"Stick ......"

"No sugar."

"Hmph╭(╯^╰)╮" Wen Xiaoai's little face suddenly collapsed.

"Anything else, and I'll eat the candy next time."

"Then you give me a bite, no, two bites."

"It's okay to bite your hand." Jun Mo Yan generously brought his white wrist to her mouth.

"I don't want it." Wen Xiaoai pushed his hand away and stared at his pale pink lips: "I'm going to bite you in the mouth." ”

If you don't give sugar, I'll make you uncomfortable~

"You can't be naughty, you can't bite your mouth."

"You can't bite in your mouth, then mine will bite you."

Wen Xiaoai stepped forward as she spoke, grabbed his tie with one hand, and then stood on tiptoe and looked at him with a small mouth.

She suddenly wanted to see how Jun Moyan would react when she bit her mouth, whether he was uncomfortable or she was uncomfortable.

Jun Moyan looked at her pursed little mouth, her eyes darkened, and she suddenly felt a little ...... Thirst.

He stared at her plump, moist lips, and his heartbeat slowly accelerated, then faster and faster, until finally it was completely out of rhythm.

An employee passed by, looked at the exciting scene in the aisle, and was stupid in place, and a bunch of materials in his hand fell to the ground.

Jun Moyan came back to his senses, and quickly took his eyes off Wen Xiaoai's lips and glanced at the man.

The man was startled, and an alarm sounded in his mind: this place should not stay for a long time, and he must retreat quickly.

He hurriedly bent down and picked up the materials scattered on the ground, and then nodded again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't see anything, I just passed by." ”

The man bent down and apologized as he retreated, not even leaving the road, and went back the way he came.

The more I walked, the more excited I became.

Shocking news, big news, the president was pulled by a cute girl on the company's aisle and took the initiative to ask for a kiss~

Seeing the man leave, Jun Moyan looked back at Wen Xiaoai and raised his hand to take away her little hand that grabbed his tie.