Rong He's gloomy face at the moment, just like the sky full of black and oppressive dark clouds, is about to usher in a downpour in the next second.

Ye Zhiqi chuckled in his heart, realizing that the big thing was not good, and a chill gradually jumped up his spine.

Sure enough, Rong He rudely ripped open the chair, and without saying a word, he dragged Ye Zhilu out from under the desk as if he was carrying a little chicken.

Leaving the cramped and oppressive desk, Ye Zhilu didn't have time to catch his breath before he was thrown to the ground violently.

Ye Zhilu's pupils widened, and when he thought that the back of his head was about to have an intimate contact with the ground again, his head was pillowed with a soft palm.

Before Ye Zhiqi could react, Rong He's fine and numb kiss hit like a thunderstorm.

Ye Zhiyu's heart trembled, and his calf weakly kicked Rong You's ankle, and he was in a mess for a while.

At this moment, Rong He was like being enraged by a lion, and the green tendons on his forehead were beating faintly, gnawing all the way along Ye Zhiyu's neck and collarbone.

Ye Zhilu's sensitive body shuddered, she was a little excited on the one hand, and a little nervous on the other.

The excitement is in the tendency to swallow yourself raw in your stomach, and the real touch under your lower abdomen.

All this shows his domineering and majestic style that is unique to men.

Therefore, it is impossible for him to have that hidden disease at all, otherwise he will not be able to react no matter how he provokes him!

However, she really wanted to have fun this time, and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to cope with it.

After all, Ye Zhiwei didn't have much experience in this matter, and relying on the theoretical knowledge taught by Su Muzi alone was not enough to face the battle.

That's how it can be good.

Ye Zhiwei was thinking about it, and Rong You, who shuttled to her back, quickly unbuttoned her underwear, but the original restraints were temporarily relaxed at this time.

Ye Zhiqi didn't have time to take a breath of relief, and when he was a child, his lower abdomen was cold.

She half-propped her waist, tilted her head to look over, and saw Ronghe pulling her sweater all the way to the top.

There was originally a heated room, but there was still a chill.

At this moment, the computer on the desk suddenly emitted a sound.

This sudden abnormal sound brought Rong He back to his senses.

He paused, looked up at the computer screen, and his eyes were dyed with a fierce, cold light.

Immediately afterwards, he put down Ye Zhifu's sweater, got up from the ground, pulled his very uncomfortable tie irritably, and came to the computer.

He clicked on the signal sent by the computer, and frowned slightly.

His ten knuckled fingers were expertly operated on the keyboard for a while.

Ye Zhilu, who was lying on the ground, had not yet recovered from the passion just now, she stared at the ceiling intently, with an intoxicated smile on her face.

I didn't expect the overlord to be so handsome!

It's just that I only taste this little bit every time, when can I really experience what is called boudoir fun?

After Rong Yu processed the signal on the computer, he looked coldly at Ye Zhiwei, who was still lying on the ground.

"What are you doing lying there?"

Ye Zhilu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Rong He with a look of regret and blankness.

"No, no?"

"What do you think?" Rong and his brows furrowed coldly.

"I still have the feeling I had just made, and I feel like I can cut in seamlessly and automatically continue what I didn't finish!"

Rong He withdrew his gaze from Ye Zhifu.

"Then you'll just keep lying down."