The warm touch from his fingertips made Yun Pan want to retract his fingers.

Qi Luan lowered his head slightly and bit her neck.

Very light force, Yun Fanfan only feels itchy, not painful.

Then, he began to suck on the skin on it, and Yun Fanfan grabbed Qi Luan's clothes, helpless.

Both of them were breathing abnormally, and just as Qi Luan was about to make the next move, there was a knock on the office door.

Qi Luan seemed to be very unhappy for a moment.

He was patient and straightened Yun Fanfan's clothes.

Yun Fanfan wanted to get down from his desk and say, "I'm going to open the door?" ”

After all, the person in front of her is her gold owner, and it doesn't seem good to let the gold owner do things.

Qi Luan glanced at her and said, "Sit still." ”

But it's not a sofa, it's a desk, and it feels weird.

The substitute secretary took the meal, saw Qi Luan open the door, handed the lunch box to Qi Luan, and said, "President, this is your lunch." ”

This matter was done by the previous secretary, she was in the secretary's room, but she was helping the secretary do some chores, seeing that she had seen the president, and she knew the president's other identity, but she didn't dare to talk much, even if she wanted to share it with others, she had to hide it in her heart.

But today's president seems to be a little wrong.

He was always neatly dressed, his shirt was wrinkled, his tie was gone, and one side of his collar was rolled inside.

And what is the situation with this expression that seems to be dissatisfied?

She glanced inside unintentionally, and saw Yun Fanfan sitting on her desk.

The brain was short-circuited in an instant, and before he had time to retract his gaze, he was captured by Qi Luan.

Qi Luan didn't seem to be taboo about this, took the meal, and said to the substitute secretary: "Send two copies next time." ”

The substitute secretary nodded stunned, took a step back, and Qi Luan closed the door.

Yun Fanfan jumped off the desk and said nervously, "I seem to have been discovered." ”

Qi Luan opened the lunch box and lowered his head and hummed.

Seeing that he didn't react, Yun Pan said, "Wouldn't this be good?" ”

Qi Luan raised his head and glanced at her: "What's not so good?" ”

"I'm your little lover, you're my financier, it's not good for others to know, I should hide this kind of thing for you, this is a qualified little lover."

Yun Fanfan had learned about this kind of thing from the cabbage before.

"People on this floor, no matter what they see, won't say it."

Qi Luan handed the chopsticks to Yun Fanfan and pushed the lunch box in front of her, "If you really feel that you are not up to standard, why don't you compensate me well at night and try to be qualified." ”

Yun Fan, who was teased by Qi Luan with words, stopped talking.

Standing there eating, Qi Luan saw her stunned appearance, moved his office chair behind her, and asked her to sit down.

Looking at his desk again, the original neat appearance has become very messy, and it has even become a dining table.

Yun Fanfan took a few bites and asked Qi Luan, "Don't you eat?" ”

Qi Luan leaned on the edge of the desk, bent down, and motioned for her to feed herself.

So, a bowl of rice, two people take a bite, I take a bite, and I finish it.

When Yun Pan swallowed the last bite of food, Qi Luan finally got down to business: "I helped you find a script, and the script will start next week, and when the time comes, you have to go over there, you should familiarize the director with it first, and then get the complete script." ”