"Mr. Fu." Ruan Jiaojiao explained, "I was talking to Ke Zixuan in the café just now. ”

"Ke Zixuan is the original author of "Dragon Teng", and I have a lot of dark lines and branches that I don't understand, so I want to ask him."

Fu Qiran listened to Ruan Jiaojiao's explanation and slowly turned around.

His hair was combed neatly, but the slight shredded hair on his forehead swayed for some reason and half-covered his eyes.

Under the sword eyebrows, there are eyes as deep as a cold pool.

He didn't speak, he didn't even make any movements.

Ruan Jiaojiao took two steps forward and continued: "Because it was a matter of work, I didn't report it to Mr. Fu. ”

She pursed her lips, "I think Mr. Fu should trust me." ”

Fu Qiran hooked his lips.

He stepped along.

The leather shoes stepped on the floor, making a crisp and loud sound.

The light hit his body, but it made it impossible to see his facial expression.

After walking to the side of the sofa, Fu Qiran suddenly stopped.

He threw his phone onto the couch and tugged at his tie with his left hand.

The air conditioning in the room was adequate and he was wearing only a black shirt.

The black tie is tied over the black shirt, revealing a bit of seriousness and old-fashionedness.

But now, because of Fu Qiran's action, the seriousness and old-fashioned that were disguised suddenly disappeared.

Fu Qiran casually ripped off his tie and threw it on the sofa.

The tie fluttered on top of the phone, half-obscuring the phone's screen.

"I do trust Jiaojiao."

Of course he knew that nothing would happen to Ruan Jiaojiao and the man named Ke Zixuan.

But it's one thing to know, it's another to how.

"But Jiaojiao doesn't seem to know me very well."

Fu Qiran unbuttoned the first two buttons of the shirt with one hand, revealing sex. Sensation of the Adam's apple.

The clavicle is also faintly visible.

Ruan Jiaojiao looked at Fu Qiran in a daze, not understanding what he meant.

"Mr. Fu?"

She screamed.

Fu Qiran put one hand in his pocket and took a step.

"I've always been indulgent to Jiaojiao."

He approached her.

Ruan Jiaojiao subconsciously retreated.

"That's why Jiaojiao forgot that you belong to me."

The closer he got, the more Ruan Jiaojiao retreated.

In just a few words, Ruan Jiaojiao has no way to retreat.

She leaned against the door, the cold, hard door seemed to remind her of something.

"Every cell from the body to the blood vessels belongs to me."

Fu Qiran propped himself on the door with one hand and circled Ruan Jiaojiao into his body. Under.

He lowered his head and looked at her with deep eyes.

"Of course I know that Jiaojiao won't happen to other men."

His other hand gently ran over Ruan Jiaojiao's cheek.

It's cold, and it doesn't have a bit of temperature.

"But Jiaojiao didn't have anything to do with me."

A simple kiss is no longer enough to satisfy him.

He longs for closer contact, for a deeper understanding.

"Why doesn't Jiaojiao know my mind?"

He approached her, his warm breath spraying on her face, carrying his breath, aggressively and domineeringly invading her world.

Ruan Jiaojiao turned her head, almost daring to face Fu Qiran.

"I ......"

She pursed her lips, and her lips were a little pale.

"Actually, there's something I haven't told you."

Fu Qiran chuckled, with a bit of indescribable meaning in his laughter.

"I'm not just physically sick."

His fingertips pressed against her lips.

"Psychology too."