The fragile waist is clenched by large hands, and the faint aroma of tobacco blends with the bitterness of mint and the sweetness of chocolate.

The tooth shells were easily pried open, and the tip of the tongue licked and plundered wantonly, unlike his usual gentle nature, the man's desire to encroach was naked.

"You lie~ ly!"

Finally separated for a while, the powerful root of the tongue was wrapped up again, Jiang Xu's lips were numb from his kiss, and the hand behind the hair was against her head, pushing deeper and deeper.

Jiang Yu reluctantly raised her eyelids and slapped his shoulder hard, she couldn't breathe!

The pajamas were two-piece suits, and the hand resting on her waist slipped into it maliciously, and the hot fingertips tapped her smooth back.

Jiang Yu's posture softened sensitively, and he could only lean on his kissed meat, and even his breathing was guided, and a pair of apricot eyes that were beyond remorse were full of puzzlement.

Gu Li reluctantly let go of her, and his voice was hoarse and affectionate against her forehead, "Owe it, worship the son or worship the church?" ”

"Bye-bye."

The rough finger wheels grinded against her red and swollen lips, and they licked softly again, wet and soft.

"No," he called her by her nickname, "and then answered." ”

She froze in anger and shook her face to show him.

"Rogue boss."

She pursed her ruddy mouth, clenched the gap in her blouse defensively, and the woman's voice after kissing was soft and glutinous, with a little reproachful coquettishness, which was different from the usual bright style, and it made people tremble when they listened.

Before, Jiang Xiang only thought that the relationship between superiors and subordinates was too shallow, so he didn't care, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had been thinking about it for a long time.

Now he has suddenly woken up to the demeanor of hindsight, pinching his waist and puffing up.

Gu Lishen's low voice was a deadly poppy. "Miss Jiang, it's good that you don't have a boyfriend yet."

The memory of the interview was instantly evoked, and Gu Lishen's last question clip is still vivid.

The marital status is unmarried, so does Miss Jiang have a boyfriend?

That question turned out to be not from the perspective of the boss of the company, but purely his personal curiosity.

He treated her the first time they met? So early?

From the first meeting, those so-called bosses care and care are all routines?

Scheming man!

Jiang wanted to look at him sadly, the air seemed to be still, and only the water droplets left over from the shawl hair penetrated the fabric on his shoulders little by little.

Drooping a round little head, his white and tender feet kicked the air a few times, he couldn't stand this ambiguous gaze, and said depressedly, "General manager, I like little milk dogs..."

By implication, I'm not interested in you.

"Little milk dog?" He muttered for a moment of contemplation, then replied solemnly, "I like it too." ”

Jiang Yu couldn't help but gasp, his butt consciously moved back a little, and muttered in a low voice, "Man... Men and women? ”

"Shall we just have a little milk puppy?"

The answer is beautiful.

Jiang Yu pointed to the rusty iron door, "Get out." ”

The man's tall figure shifted position, completely covering the moonlight outside the window, and his face was still full of a calculating smile, "My coat is soaked, you drive me away?" ”

Only then did he remember that he blocked the water pipe with his coat. The coat was wet, the water inside was not even wrung up, and her hands were sore.

If the water pipe cracked, it was no coincidence that he wrapped his clothes around it, and she would think that Gu Lishen's smooth operation was a long-planned operation.

He raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes slowly, "But if you owe it, I have to listen..."

He is a lotus that can only be seen from a distance, a star that hangs in the night sky and cannot be attained, but his neck is half high, and his eyes contain suppressed lust/desire, this dark demonic appearance is more tempting than ever.

"I'm going tomorrow." His eyes were crooked into the shape of a waning moon, and his voice was as soft as silk, "I'll go back." ”