Song Boli saw that she was stunned, her face was warm, she raised the packing box in her hand, and said, "I just got off the plane, eat with me, okay?" ”

Shen Qiang retracted her thoughts, her eyes moving slightly.

What he said seemed to be asking, but refusal seemed to have become her excess.

I don't know if he said not to be burdened that day, or if he said that day that he was not pursuing her now, just getting along normally, so she didn't seem to have that feeling of resistance to Song Boli in her heart.

However, Shen Qiang was also hungry, so she leaned sideways to give him a place. At least eating with him and eating supper was no longer something she had to refuse.

Instead, she felt that he appeared when she was hungry.

It's a very special thing.

Song Boli went to Shen Qiang's office with supper.

The office is not big, because the design and drawing need a sense of atmosphere to inspire, she deliberately turned on a small orange lamp, but this orange lamp used to stimulate the atmosphere has become ambiguous at the moment.

In the office, there is a work desk.

There is also a small gray sofa of 1.5 meters, with a small tea table in front of the sofa.

She took a more comfortable stool for Song Boli to sit on.

I sat on a relatively low sofa.

Song Boli naturally unwrapped the bag, spread it out, and said, "I don't know what flavor you want to eat today, so I ordered a spicy and light one." ”

Shen Qiang looked down and saw that it was indeed spicy and light.

Looking at the food on this table, her stomach was even hungrier.

Hunger stopped her brain from thinking, and she focused only on the table in front of her. It's all her favorite food.

He should have done his homework on her taste, she thought.

When she was about to move the chopsticks, she remembered that her design had not been saved, so she immediately stood up and walked out of the small gap in the sofa and said, "You eat first, and I'll save the customer's design." ”

She was afraid that the computer would freeze, and the design drawings would not be saved.

But when he stood up, his high heels stepped on the oily paper bag that fell on the ground, and his heel slipped, accidentally tripping over the bag on the ground.

She was wearing high heels, her foot was broken, and she fell to the table in an instant.

Shen Qiang's low scream rang out in the small office, her apricot eyes widened, and her hands frantically grabbed something in the air to find balance.

Unexpectedly, just when he was about to fall to the ground, Song Boli was quick with his eyes, stretched out his long arms, and scooped her up.

"Be careful." He advised.

When Song Boli's arm wrapped around her waist, Shen Qiang finally managed to find a balance, but the gap between the sofa and the coffee table was very small, and she couldn't stand firmly.

So he fell back again.

This time, she grabbed the collar of Song Boli's shirt in a panic.

Song Boli didn't have time to think about it, there was a sofa and glass in the back.

Afraid of hurting her waist and head, he could only let her drag, one hand to protect the back of her head, and the other hand to protect her back.

The two collapsed on the couch together.

The tips of each other's noses touched each other, and their breaths were entwined.

His big hands were on her thin back, and his big hands were on the thin shirt just where the buttons were in her underwear. In order to protect her back and waist, he could only press her body forward to him, but accidentally, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful scenery.

And her hand clung to his neckline.

At this moment, Shen Qiang saw Song Boli's Adam's apple subconsciously swallowing.

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The first 30 red envelopes. Continued tomorrow

Miki is a good person and will explain. Tomorrow I will know how Song Boli is doing to other women outside.

Chapter 57: Chapter 57

◎ She said expressionlessly, "Miki, the object of your scandal." ”◎

Under the orange light, a hazy aperture of light is emitted. On the small sofa of one meter and a half, the tips of the noses of the two people touched each other, and their breaths intertwined in the air.

Scorching sticky.

The pair of soft white hands tore off the top button of Song Boli's shirt in a panic because they fell. When the button was released, Shen Qiang's apricot eyes trembled slightly, her face turned red, and she panicked, like a frightened deer.

Song Boli lowered his eyes and glanced at the shirt he had unbuttoned.

The chest is thin and powerful, and under the suit shirt is the muscles that erupt. His big hand was still on her back, blood boiling.

Through the clothes, the skin is close to each other, in fact, it is not the first time that the two have been so close, they have been more intimate before, they have rolled in the night, they have also sweated hot before dawn, biting their ears, and they have also overflowed from their throats with shallow voices that only belong to each other.

When they were most intimate, it was a negative distance.

But at this moment, he only needs to pull his face forward, or pull the palm that is attached to her back, and he can taste what he thinks about day and night at any time.

This taste used to be exclusive to him.

Shen Qiang's breath was shallow, her snort was full of the slightly thick tobacco fragrance on Song Boli's body, and she lowered her eyes, and she could even clearly see the stubble coming out of his chin.

When he saw her, he always seemed to be in a hurry. It's almost the same as the last time I came back in a hurry, I didn't take care of myself, and I didn't pay attention to my image.

But he didn't need to, even if the stubble was sharp and the smell of smoke was strong, it didn't affect his appearance at all, but added another kind of depth.

Shen Qiang's dark pupils once again reflected his throating Adam's apple, and the loose button seemed to reveal his ascetic side.

The ambiguous atmosphere was like a soda that had been shaking for a long time and was about to unscrew the cap of the bottle, knowing that if he went any further, a long-hidden gas would be sprayed out in the next second.

The ambiguous atmosphere that was about to erupt came to an abrupt end.

He regained his sanity and respect on the brink of losing control, closed his eyes and used his strength to help her up and sit on the couch.

The ambiguous atmosphere also temporarily returned to calm with his gentlemanly actions, and the gas that had been shaken for a long time and was about to erupt was cooled by the stopped action.

Shen Qiang was placed on the sofa by him, and when her buttocks just sat on the soft sofa, she straightened out her clothes in a panic, but in fact, this was just a subconscious move to hide her embarrassment.

Her earlobes were still hot, as the temperature of his palms still seemed to be still on her back, making her breathing unnatural.

Fortunately, Song Boli didn't go to see her again and gave her time to catch her breath.

Song Boli is actually afraid, he is not a saint, and he is afraid that he will not be able to control it after another look.

Song Boli smoothed out his collar as he turned, but he didn't tie the unbuttoned buttons she had loosened, as if this would stabilize his messy aura a little.

The two sat facing each other, he was messy and tired, and she was embarrassed and at a loss.

The original face-to-face was polite, but now the face-to-face seems to put each other's embarrassment on the table for each other to appreciate.

The atmosphere changed from ambiguous to awkward.

Song Boli broke the disposable chopsticks for Shen Qiang and handed them to her. Xiansheng broke this embarrassment, "Eat,"

Shen Qiang took it and whispered thank you.

But when I looked down, the table was full of delicacies at a high price, and I had a great appetite, but after what had just happened, my appetite seemed dry.

It's not that Song Boli didn't feel any more lost, but now the ambiguity and embarrassment are intertwined and she can't eat.

But not eating it will only be more embarrassing, she can only stretch out her hand to pick up the nearest snack, and the office sounds silently chewing, and no one speaks again.

After a long time, in order to alleviate the embarrassment, Shen Qiang opened her mouth to change the topic while eating, and said, "Shen An is coming to me." ”

Song Boli's hand moved, his face was not obvious, he pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Why did I come to you?" ”

Shen Qiang had already opened her mouth to mention Shen An, but she didn't completely mention it casually to hide her embarrassment. She didn't intend to hide it from Song Boli, when he came to her, she told him by the way, and she said truthfully: "Said that you want to invest in Junhe, ask me what I mean." ”

Shen Qiang sandwiched a chopstick of red date pastry, and looked at Song Boli.

When he eats, he never speaks, and engraves table manners into his bones, even if the person opposite is Shen Qiang. After chewing slowly and swallowing the food in his mouth, he asked, "Then do you want to cooperate with him?" ”

Shen Qiang could actually feel the subtle atmosphere between Song Boli and Shen An, so she mentioned Shen An to Song Boli. She thought that Song Boli would directly say that she was not allowed to cooperate with Shen An, but she didn't expect that Song Boli did not directly tell her that Shen An was not good, but asked her opinion on Shen An's investment first.

It doesn't matter if it's between two people, or it's something between her and other people.

He had become accustomed to listening to her first.

Shen Qiang didn't hide anything, and said, "I don't have this plan." ”

Song Boli is not a gossip person, but he knows that Shen Qiang values Junhe a lot, and it is rare for someone to do publicity, so she would have hesitated according to her character, but now her attitude is so resolute to refuse.

Song Boli couldn't help but be curious, "Why?" ”

"JunHe is not bad at propaganda now," Shen Qiang replied vaguely, and then looked at Song Boli, throwing out the deepest question in his heart, and said: "Do you have any holiday with Shen An, I always feel that he doesn't like you, and you don't like him either." ”

"It's not about festivals and liking," Song Boli replied for three points, and muttered for a moment, like an exhortation, like a hint, and said: "But since you don't plan to cooperate, then don't get so close to him." ”

Song Boli is not a person who is afraid of things, Shen Qiang can obviously feel that he doesn't like Shen An, but Shen Qiang is a little curious, why does Song Boli not like Shen An, but he is very tolerant of him? This is not his usual style.

But he didn't want to talk about it, Shen Qiang was curious, and ate the supper in front of him without changing his face, and there was no response.

After a while, Shen Qiang heard him ask in a flat tone.

"When I was a child, someone asked me this question," he said, as if he was foreshadowing, "If one day someone who is important in your life but has been absent from you for a long time suddenly appears and wants to stay with you, will you be willing?" ”

He paused, "The answer I haven't been able to find is your words, what about you?" ”

Shen Qiang's small mouth was a little oily, and the embarrassment had already dissipated silently, and when she heard this, she raised her eyes slightly to look at Song Boli.

In the orange light, she tried to see something in his expression, but unfortunately she couldn't see anything.

She simply put aside this weird mood, answered his question seriously, and said, "It depends on the situation, it depends on who is and why is absent." ”

Shen Qiang was a little curious, Song Boli was not this kind of sad person after all, this topic involving the depths of his heart he put on the table and said, she cautiously tested, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's just curious," Song Boli didn't stop at this matter. He pointed to the computer, changed the topic stiffly, and said, "I just heard you say that you saved the design drawing, did JunHe open an order?" ”

This question was asked suddenly, and I thought about who the customer was.

Shen Qiang paused, and she hummed and acquiesced.

Song Boli wanted to praise Shen Qiang indirectly, his tone was gentle, and he asked with a lot of mouth: "Who is so discerning." ”

Shen Qiang ate with a small mouth, swallowed it, looked at Song Boli, his eyes couldn't see joy, and said lightly: "Miki." ”