Chapter 49: A Hidden Sense of Crisis

Seeing that the person in her arms didn't speak, Qiao Muqi let go of her, pinched her chin with her big hand, and forced her to look up at herself. Affectionate eyes rolled greedily on her face, and he lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Muqi asked softly.

"I ————" Rong Wanqi just opened his mouth and said a word. was interrupted by Jojo.

“boss”。 Qiao Qiao shouted Qiao Muqi.

Qiao Muqi let go of Rong Wanqi's small chin and turned his head.

There are a few more people in front of my office. Rong Wanqi also looked at it, it was someone she didn't know.

Qiao Muqi led Rong Wanqi to the chair in the office, Qiao Muqi sat on the office chair, and reached out to pull Rong Wanqi'er on his lap. Strong arms encircled her.

Several people standing at the door watched this incredible scene and consciously withdrew and closed the office door.

Rong Wanqi looked at the person who had retreated, her face was crimson, she pouted slightly, and ignored him.

Qiao Muqi rubbed her chin lightly on the top of her head for a moment, and realized that something was wrong with the little person in her arms.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"It's fine." She said sullenly. It's so uncomfortable, Rong Wanqi pouted, I don't know why, she feels very uncomfortable, but she doesn't know where it is uncomfortable.

Xu heard that her tone was not good, Qiao Muqi raised her lowered head, and her forehead touched her * affectionately, lightly* the tip of her straight little nose.

The masculine breath entered her nose. The senior never smokes, and the smell on his body is good, with the masculine smell of a mature man.

The feeling of great disparity between men and women made Rong Wanqi uncomfortable.

"Kiss me." Qiao Muqi rubbed against her neck. The bridge of his tall nose scraped her delicate milky skin, Qiao Muqi took a deep breath, this little thing I am afraid he didn't know, every time he smelled her green and seductive breath, he breathed rapidly, and the fire rose.

In a few years, she graduated from college, and she was his.

"I don't want it!" Rong Wanqi refused angrily, and twisted his head to the side.

Qiao Muqi's confused eyes were much clearer. She doesn't want it? He laughed, and she said don't want it, don't you? A punitive bite on her neck.

"Ah.........h

Qiao Muqi's eyes darkened suddenly. Rong Wanqi covered her mouth in disbelief, her eyes full of shock. Who was the person who spoke up just now? Oh my God, is that her? How could she make that sound? What a shame!

Qiao Muqi chuckled, his evening seven was quite sensitive.

"I like to hear it?" Qiao Muqi leaned close to her pink little ears and exhaled softly in her ear, making her shrink her neck.

He seems to be flirting with himself? Rong Wanqi didn't think about it deeply, the uncomfortable feeling in her heart was still there, she didn't like this feeling, she didn't like it very much!

"I'm a little sick!" She shouted in disgust.

Qiao Muqi immediately stopped teasing her, and touched her forehead with his big hand: "Fever?" ”

"Nope!" She knocked his arm off and pouted.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Muqi became nervous, what happened to the seventh night?

What's uncomfortable? The pot of boiling water in Rong Wanqi's heart was still bubbling. "I'm not feeling well anywhere!" Her eyes were red, and she threw herself into his arms, humming.

Qiao Muqi thought back to the few people in the office just now, there was a girl besides Li Wanqi, Qiao Qiao?