Jiang Jianing's menstrual leave has been postponed for half a month.

Suddenly in the car, there was no time to do anything.

She was a little panicked, and she couldn't help but be absent-minded when she poured wine at the dinner, and when her hand shook, she wet the man's pants.

She hurriedly pulled out a tissue, "I'm sorry, Mr. Xue." ”

The man glanced at her with cold eyes, tore off the napkin, asked the waiter to bring a bottle of good wine and put it on the table, and said to the audience with a smile: "I'll miss the company first, everyone have fun, today's meal is recorded in my account." ”

The rest of the people at the dinner table said a few polite words, tacitly.

Jiang Jianing had already contacted Assistant Wu and asked him to prepare clean clothes.

She stood outside the lounge when the door suddenly opened from the inside, and the man's slender fingers were holding on to the door frame.

"You want me to invite you in?"

Before Jiang Jianing could speak, the man had already turned around.

She took a deep breath and walked in with her, closing the door.

There is no overhead light in the room, only an entrance light is turned on, the lighting is cool, and the whole interior is rendered with a hazy texture of low definition.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling glass with a wide view of the hall, the figure of the man is erect, his elbows pressed against the cabinet, outlining the thin waistline, and the valuable men's watch exposed at the wrist.

There was a dark water mark on the gray linen suit pants.

"Mr. Xue."

The man raised the corners of his eyes slightly, watching her approach, "Get it clean." ”

Jiang Jianing's heart skipped a beat, this was too direct, and in such an atmosphere, it seemed to be infected with a bit of unusual banter.

"Yes."

She turned around and pulled a few tissues from the coffee table and crouched down in front of the man.

Slender fingers were carrying tissues, and before she touched the man's suit pants, she let out a low cry, and her wrist was grabbed by the man, and her body was pressed against the glass, and her slender waist was clamped and lifted, and her feet were off the ground.

A flash of panic flashed in her usually unwavering eyes, and her hand hurriedly held the man's shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his waist and abdomen pressed against him, and his breath lingered in her ears, "What were you thinking just now?" ”

Jiang Jianing's head was a little dazed, "What?" ”

"What are you thinking when you pour the wine," the man said in a low voice, holding her hand and pressing it against her wet suit pants? ”

I wonder if she is pregnant after her period is postponed.

Jiang Jianing thought of this possibility, and he was a little distracted.

If you really get pregnant, it's really a troublesome thing.

"Secretary Jiang," the man held her chin and lifted it, his voice suppressing dissatisfaction, "You're very unprofessional tonight." ”

Perhaps it was because of the drinking, and the drunken slightly drunken feeling made her look at him with another impulse.

The woman suddenly stretched out her arms and wrapped her arms around the man's thin waist, and her hands were gently pressed against his back.

"I'm sorry."

is different from the official apology on the wine table, under the charming lights, there is more coquettishness.

She rarely took the initiative to make such an active move, Xue Rin'an was stunned for a moment, and then returned to normal, staring down at her clear and clean eyes.

He carried her into the bedroom, and the two of them overlapped and sank deep into the mattress.

"Open your eyes and look at me."

He loved to see her eyes that were so calm to the extreme that they were filled with lust inch by inch, and to see her fade away all her composure and ability under him.

Before sinking, Jiang Jianing was still a little conscious, grabbing the collar of the man's shirt.

"Take measures, Mr. Xue."

The man's movements suddenly stopped, his thin lips pursed, and his eyes were covered with cold ice and snow in an instant.

He sneered and ripped open the drawer of the bedside table.

A hard box smashed down on her face, "You come by yourself." ”

Jiang Jianing felt that he had touched this person's scales again.

The next morning, she got out of bed, her legs trembling, and she fell to her knees.

The man sat at the head of the bed, with a blanket on his body, a cigarette between his fingers, the cigarette butt sparked and went out, and his cold eyes overflowed with a touch of laziness after being satisfied.

The man's gaze burned into her back, as if it were tangible.

She reluctantly got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When she came out again, she had exquisite makeup, a clean suit on her body, and meticulous hair.

There is already a paper bag printed with the logo of men's high-end clothing on the shoe cabinet at the entrance.

It seems that when they were in a fierce lingering last night, Assistant Wu had already come.

She took out the clothes in the paper bag, folded them neatly, and placed them on Xue Rin'an's right hand.

The man glanced sideways at her, his thin lips exhaling a thin puff of smoke, the cigarette butt pressed into the ashtray of the bedside table, and he lifted the blanket as if no one was around.

The muscles of the man's waist and abdomen were very tight, and he continued to feel a sense of strength, Jiang Jianing opened his eyes, even if it was not the first time he saw it, his face was still a little dry.

"Come here."

Xue Rin'an's eyes swept over, and his voice was hoarse and slight.

Jiang Jianing walked over.

She is 1.68 meters tall, and even if she wears five-centimeter high heels and stands in front of a man, she still looks petite.

Xue Rin'an opened her arms slightly, she raised her hand to button her shirt and wrist cufflinks one by one, fastened her belt, and ran her fingers across the straight pants seams, smoothing and ironing the trouser legs, and her movements were orderly.

Straightened up again, and before she could speak, she was grabbed by Xue Rin'an and taken into her arms.

Jiang Jianing propped his hands on his chest, "Mr. Gu has already arrived outside the door." ”

Xue Rin'an's eyes sneered, "Remind me? If I pick you up now, do you dare to refuse? ”

Jiang Jianing said honestly: "...... Can't. ”

The man sneered, his fingers pinched Jiang Jianing's jaw, lifted, and the slightly rough fingertips smeared her lips.

Warm and soft touch, rubbing up and down.

When his fingers were removed, Jiang Jianing's lipstick was completely spent.

He squinted slightly at her lips, there was a messy and raging beauty, wanting the man to overwhelm and ravage hard.

As soon as Jiang Jianing and the other men walked out, they lowered their heads to take makeup remover wipes from their handbags.

Xue Rin'an stepped out, didn't look back, and threw down a sentence: "Don't wipe it." ”

Jiang Jianing's hand paused.

She looked up at the back of the man's head, as if to make a hole.