He opened his eyes, looked at her, was silent for a while, and his lips moved slightly: "Youth ......"

"I said, I don't want to listen to anything else, I just listen, right or not?!" Song Qingchun's eyes turned red, and his tone became a little excited.

He was interrupted by her again, and fell silent again.

Song Qingchun quietly looked at Su Zhinian with a flat face, she wanted to see a little clue from him, but he covered it up too well, she couldn't see anything, and finally she bit the corner of her lip fiercely, as if she had secretly made a decision in her heart, and suddenly her whole person took a step forward, and when Su Zhinian didn't react, her hand was on his shoulder, and then she pushed him back several steps back, and leaned her back on the big screen behind her.

Before Su Zhinian could figure out what Song Qingchun was going to do, Song Qingchun hooked his neck, pressed his head down, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the lips.

The stimulation of the lips and teeth touching made his whole body tremble violently, and then his mind was completely confused.

Her lips, soft, soft, with a sweet warmth and humidity, were the most irresistible temptation of his life.

His mind went blank for a moment before he realized what she was doing with him at this time, he subconsciously reached out and wanted to pull her out of his arms, but she seemed to expect him to do this, and the arm around his neck became more and more forceful, and even the leg encircled his leg, like an octopus, stuck to his body.

Through the clothes, he could feel the softness and delicacy of her body.

His raised hand froze in mid-air.

Her kiss was jerky, without any skill or teasing, just so stiff rubbing against his lips.

But even so, such a clumsy move still stirred up the impulse in his body.

He desperately tried to pull back his senses, but who knew that she actually stretched out the tip of the house and licked his lips like a boat.

He was like an electric shock, and the whole person shuddered violently, and the hand that stopped in mid-air slowly landed on her waist.

He knew he should pull her out of his arms and push her away, but her house, like a nimble little snake, pried open his teeth and burrowed into his mouth.

His hand, uncontrollably, pressed her waist uncontrollably, and could no longer resist her stiff kiss, swallowing her lips fiercely, deepening the kiss that she had taken the initiative to cause.

His and her breathing gradually became confused, and they were both immersed in the kiss.

His body is getting hotter and hotter, and her little face is getting redder and redder.

In the originally tense conference room, the atmosphere became ambiguous and warm in an instant.

There was even a blushing and heart-pounding kissing sound, faintly wafting out from between their intertwined lips and teeth.

I don't know how long the two of them kissed like this, but when they finally stopped, Song Qingchun's whole body was fluttering.

She put her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

She gasped for air, his breath unsteady and rapid.

The distance between him and her parted lips was no more than a centimeter away, and the breath was entwined.