When he arrived at Jiang Xuanqing's house, Ning Yao went to take a bath first.

Jiang Xuanqing called outside and asked his subordinates to send family planning supplies.

As a result, I don't know what else to explain, and the people haven't come in for a long time.

Ning Yao rushed over, went over and opened the bathroom door, and just wanted to call him, when he suddenly heard the sound of a quarrel outside.

Not a quarrel on the phone, but someone came.

It was a woman's voice, not scolding, but not small, "You let me in, don't worry, I won't do it." ”

"If you can't do it, I won't let you in." Jiang Xuanqing's voice was cold, and he did not panic after being caught.

He said, "Mrs. Chen should go back and ask your daughter what she has done first, and then think about whether you are qualified to put on such a straightforward expression in front of me." ”

Ning Yao laughed when she heard it, feng shui takes turns, that's what she said.

She shook her hand and closed the bathroom door, and with a bang, I believe it could be heard outside.

She was so happy that she was humming a song in the shower.

Cui Ling didn't know when she left, and when Ning Miao came out of the bathroom, it was already quiet outside.

There were no women's clothes here, so she turned over Jiang Xuanqing's shirt and put it on, and went out of the room.

Jiang Xuanqing was in the study, the computer in front of him was on, the mobile phone was turned on and the speakerphone was placed on the desk, and the people inside were reporting the progress of the project, and it seemed that there were some problems to deal with quickly.

There is a box next to the phone, which is a must-have thing for tonight.

Ning Yao stood at the door for a while, and when she saw that Jiang Xuanqing didn't pay attention to her, she raised her feet and went in.

She looked at the bookshelf, pulled out a copy, and turned to sit down on the single couch not far away.

Neither of them mentioned what had just happened, as if nothing had happened.

After turning two pages of the book, he couldn't read it at all, so Ning Yao changed his posture, put his legs on the armrests of the sofa, leaned his back against the armrests on the other side, and swayed his legs.

I flipped through two more pages, and sure enough, I heard the sound of a chair dragging over there.

In a few seconds, Jiang Xuanqing came over and stood next to her and looked down at her.

Ning Yao was serious, "Who came just now?" ”

Before the phone hung up, the person over there was startled by Ning Yao's voice, "Sir?" ”

couldn't get Jiang Xuanqing's response, and the other party was hesitant, "If you are busy, I will report to you tomorrow for the rest." ”

Jiang Xuanqing didn't speak, the other party waited and waited and took the initiative to hang up the phone.

As soon as there was no movement over there, Jiang Xuanqing reached out and picked Ning Yao up from the sofa.

Ning Yao exerted force on his legs and sat directly on the armrests with his strength.

She still smiled, "What's wrong?" ”

Jiang Xuanqing pulled her off the sofa with more force, and went directly to the desk against her.

He pressed Ning Yao's back to him on the desk.

Ning Xiaoxiao's shoulders trembled, "You still have a mind." ”

"Shut up." Jiang Xuanqing pressed one hand on the back of her neck, and the other hand pulled her belt.

Ning Yao hooked up one foot to rub Jiang Xuanqing's calf, "Busy with work?" ”

Waiting for the belt to open, Jiang Xuanqing couldn't help but slap behind Ning Yao, "You are so bold." ”

Ning Yao hummed, "I definitely have to change my clothes after taking a shower, but it's a pity that you didn't prepare my things here, so I had to stop wearing them." ”

Her lower body was empty, and her shirt was up to the base of her thighs, which could cover it, but it couldn't.

Jiang Xuanqing came up, and at the same time ripped off her shirt in two by three.

Ning Yao turned her head and glared at him, except for the string of Buddhist beads in her hand, there was nothing else on her.

On the other hand, Jiang Xuanqing is wearing a straight board.

The belt buckle knocked on the desk in the shaking, and the shocked Ning Jiao's eyebrows were promoted.

The table was a little cold, and a little awkward, and after a while she snorted, "It hurts." ”