Tonight, in fact, is not a business meeting.

Jing Luoyu joined hands with the henchmen in the secretary's room to drink a cup of tea.

The mansion located in Jingshan Park, in front of the Bell and Drum Tower, has a panoramic view of the White Pagoda when the weather is clear.

It was snowing outside, and he didn't bother to take them to his house for socializing, so he simply had a regular meeting in Waldorf Astoria's courtyard.

The food here is not very tasty and the salmon is slightly fishy.

He didn't show it on his face, and said softly, You eat, I'll drink tea first.

The green dragon well is strictly divided into tea before the Ming Dynasty and tea after the rain.

He only likes to drink the green and fragrant, mellow taste after the rain.

During the Qingming Festival, the smoke and rain are hazy, and after the rain on the tea leaves is evaporated, the buds and leaves are fresher.

The hot tea soaked into the lungs, the cold escaped, and people were a little lazy.

The wind and dust on the plane, after a simple bath, was temporarily brushed away.

He put on his black dressing gown.

The secretary has turned on the underfloor heating.

He paced over and sat wearily among them.

The people in the secretary's room began to report on their work, and he opened a picture album in his hand.

There are cobras entwined around the Bodhi tree, and the meditative old monk should be empty and dust-free, but he does not dare to climb the mirror platform because he is afraid of poisonous snakes.

Just like the employees who can't even satisfy the desire of the "id", but are obsessed with creating the art of the "superego".

He curled his lips and smiled slightly, not knowing whether he was angry or angry.

Everyone finished their work.

He has already mastered their performance during this period of time thoroughly in terms of their respective temperaments.

Whoever is so happy, who is afraid of illness and avoid medical treatment, whose expression is too exaggerated, whose team raises carbuncles.

He propped his chin and examined, like a huge ship full of order and stability in the tide of being close to his subordinates and restraining each other.

Jing Luoyu controls everyone's emotions and maintains a delicate balance between the pouring of excellent talents.

"José's plan, I've probably seen it. The basis for your accurate judgment is too suspended. The information learned is based on a sample of Chen Kui's research on diamond card customers, which is not comprehensive. I thought that you had already cooperated for a win-win situation in this spring brand promotion plan, but now you are still fighting each other. It seems that I like to take my money and play a zero-sum game? ”

"Mr. Jing, this time my team is radical, I will go down to mention them." Qiao said respectfully.

"It's not enough to mention the point, next time I fight openly and secretly, I will decisively change blood."

His tone was indifferent and decisive, but it made the whole house tremble.

As everyone here knows, next week is not going to be easy.

The design department and investment department on the domestic side will recruit a large number of fresh talents.

Compared with this quarter's Junen, there will be a great degree of change.

In the industry, Junen is a luxury brand on a par with Harry Winston, Tiffany & Co., and Bulgari.

Luxury goods such as precious stones, leather goods, eyewear, perfumes, silk fabrics, and countless hotels are numerous.

From Jing Luoyu, the darling of the fashion industry in the last century, the grandmother moved from the old site in Hong Kong to the mainland and made a fortune.

When he was a child, he followed his motherhood and was Zhong Luoyu, and later returned to China to study, only to change back.

"If you don't have a report, let's talk about it here."

Jing Luoyu's white jade-like fingers loosely twisted the black square box and knocked out a narrow paper cigarette.

He had high requirements for tobacco burning, because he hated the smell of gasoline, did not like to light cigarettes with lighters, and preferred non-phosphorus matches made of birch.

The cigarette didn't stay in his hand long before he casually crushed it.

Because he saw a little weak, the girl in the white dress who pushed open the door and asked for help.

Jiang Diezhen was placed on the sofa by him.

The courtyard has been cleared.

He has always been thoughtful, and the employees who are far away are placed in the hotel by him, and the nearby reimbursed fares and overtime pay are sent home.

Only Jing Luoyu's assistant Ji Wei'an, standing outside the foyer with his eyebrows raised, roasting his hands with an electric heater.

He was ready to learn about alcohol and medicine, and waited with the private doctor who had rushed back from Shichahai.

Jiang Diezhen's love heat cannot be alleviated by water.

He half-knelt beside her and tried to induce vomiting for her.

The little girl rushed to make azure silk fabric.

She had been hungry all day, her stomach was empty, she couldn't vomit anything, and her body was really hot.

He put the water away, set her in place, and quietly closed the bathroom door.

Jing Luoyu's voice came from inside.

"You can leave, take the door with you."

"Yes." Ji Wei'an recruited the driver Lao Xu and sent the private doctor home.

He didn't dare to say a word about anything.

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The light in the bedroom is softly illuminated by the snow, and the halo of the lantern floats in the white snow, like the golden silk cloth on the four walls of the red sedan chair.

The hanger with Huanghuali openwork pattern is like a cross-necked mandarin duck under the shadow.

Her clothes hung on it, like a bride's first night bathing.

The space is spacious, and the scenery is outside the door.

The man put his hand in his trouser pocket.

He leaned over slightly, his voice was cold, and he chatted with Jiang Diezhen, who was unbearably immersed in the bathtub.

Her voice was a small wheezing, as if she was starved of oxygen.

"Mr. Jing, are you still outside the door?"

"Well, I'm with you."

The warm and humid water poured on the skin, and between Jiang Diezhen's lips and teeth, there was some uncontrollable thirst.

"Are you working overtime, I see that they have a lot of documents in their hands, am I disturbing you."

He's a wonderful person, he never cuts to the point, and teases her mind.

Jing Luoyu's voice came from outside the clean door, and his mood was weak.

"It's worth it to meet you by chance and be trusted by you."

"I'm really sorry they poured me a lot of wine at the time, and I was really desperate."

Jiang Diezhen's cheeks were red, she bit her lower lip, and there was a slight self-blame in her tone.

"I'm sorry to trouble you for so long now, borrowing your bathroom and delaying your rest."

"Nothing." He smiled slightly: "If you don't come, I want to know you, but I'm afraid I won't have a chance." ”

Jing Luoyu was silent for a while.

Hearing that there was no movement in the bathroom, I was afraid that she would drown.

So I found another topic: "That umbrella has a very elegant tone." Like a poem, the water color is empty and green, and the forest smoke is horizontal. ”

"Thank you."

Jiang Diezhen buried her cheeks in the water and whispered in the smoke in response.

The feeling of being affirmed for the first time made her scratch the blue on her fingers at a loss.

She felt palpitations at the thought of her fingertips touching the man's lips.

"I'm a dyeing and weaving professional. Originally, I wanted to cut clothes, but then I put the fabric in hydrogen peroxide, and I felt that this color was suitable for an umbrella, and I was reluctant to waste the remaining fabric.

"It is said that the blue is out of the blue, and the cyan above the blue indigo is modulated, which is the germplasm change. The focus is poor, just go with the flow. ”

Jing Luoyu's tone was gentle, and the words were slightly hoarse: "It's like when you walked in today, you don't have to be restrained, everything is just right." ”

"Hmmm! My group has also won a gold medal for uniforms. ”

"You know what." Jiang Diezhen boasted shamefully: "That pattern and fabric are all made by me!" ”

In fact, all the students in the class won the award.

Besides, the strange styles she sewed were not waiting for others to see.

But Jing Luoyu said: "I envy those judges, who can see the finished product with their own eyes and appreciate your creation." ”

He spoke like silk and gently rubbed jade, carefully treating her as a treasure.

As if from the moment she came in.

She has never been suspected by him of being a frivolous woman with ulterior motives, and she has taken great pains to seduce him and pester.

He is really an attractive mature man.

But he's so young.

"Mr. Jing, I'm done."

Jiang Diezhen had her long semi-wet hair scattered and was tied up by her with silk.

The girl sprung some woody Aesop Hwyl, and the scent of a mixture of cypress and cedar spread on the neck.

But now that the two are in the same room after all, Jiang Diezhen is a little nervous about what will happen next.

She poured herself a lot of ice water, and in her misty consciousness, she still felt thirsty.

His cheeks flushed with drunkenness, and he rubbed his slender legs uneasily.

I want to be touched.

But trapped in the tutor of courtesy, I can't say the sentences I want.

What's more, it's a strange opposite sex who is so handsome that it's thrilling.

-

"Can you get out on your own?"

He put her suede slippers out of the glass and watched her blush as she wandered through the bathroom doorway.

The already slender shadow made a small circle around her ankle, innocent and dumbfounded, like an ignorant little white rabbit.

She had already drunk all the mineral water in the room.

Zero degree weather, it is not convenient to call room service at this time.

But he felt dry for no reason.

Jing Luoyu decided that she wanted to give her some relaxation.

He exited the guest bedroom, walked around to the foyer, stood in front of the table, and poured the pot of Ming Qian Chunjian that he had just finished drinking into the blue tea cup.

The tea leaves have been brewed and have a mellow to slightly astringent taste.

But now he is also a fish in the dry water, and it is very good to have water.

"I still want to drink water."

Jiang Diezhen walked out of the bathroom.

She endured so much that her body was still trembling slightly.

She had been taking a warm bath for a long time, but it couldn't relieve the feeling of palpitations and thirst.

After speaking, she walked up to Jing Luoyu and grabbed the crook of his arm with her small fingers.

"Take it down a bit."

In the position where he had drunk just now, like a kitten, he drank water in a panic and eagerly.

Petal-like lips are close at hand.

Jing Luoyu stared for a second, then looked away.

It seems that the tea I drank just now has even the effect of quenching my thirst at the end of the day.

The man's protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the heat was unbearable.

He softened for a moment and spoke sensually and sensually: "You, step on my feet." ”

The tone of the Beijing accent is elongated, and when the vocal cords resonate, it is just the right amount of dumbness.

Jing Luoyu was too tall, and there was a smile on her eyelashes that drooped down the shadows.

She is red. The bare ankles were padded and grabbed by the crooks of his arms, and he was fed water.

He was very wicked and held it higher, causing her to stick closer and closer.

"Can you drink it?"

“... Hmmm...."

His hormones, mixed with the scent of geraniums and cedar she had just sprayed.

creates a strong aggression that provokes her to be hot.

She was very lightweight, and she stepped on his feet, a little soft and wet.

It would make one wish that she would be able to cover the instep of her feet and stay a little longer.

But the girl soon couldn't support it anymore, and was so weak that her eyes were slightly red.

Let Jing Luoyu's slender fingers imprison her shoulder blades.

The man didn't use the palm that made her even more scorching, but instead supported her with the back of his palm.

Jiang Diezhen's senses were infinitely amplified under the effect of the drug, and she could even be sensitive to the undulating and winding veins on the back of the other party's palm.

She took small sips of water.

The flowers fall sencha, and the pine sheng sobers up, all of which are useless, only ambiguous.

The man was like that, Sven stood handsomely, bracing her shoulders as if to soothe her chaotic breathing.

The tea quickly bottomed out, and to the last drop was gone.

"Water, too little ....."

When the eyes meet again.

Jiang Diezhen was already hazy.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and she said helplessly and confusedly: "Mr. Jing, what should I do, I'm still very thirsty." ”

At the moment of showing weakness, she noticed that there was a watery glow on his lips.

She didn't think much of it, and just stood on her tiptoes in a daze.

Fingers tugged at his robe, asking him to lower a little so that she could kiss him.

There is no drinking water at all.

She was reckless and impatient, pressed her lips against his lips, and fit them out of order.

It was her first kiss.

She didn't know what flirting was, she just felt touching each other's lips.

The place where it fits is very soft, like jelly, which quenches thirst.

She didn't notice that men weren't as cold and ascetic as they seemed.

The moment I was kissed by her.

His tall shadow fell over him, hooking his fingers at the straps behind her back, and resting them like inertia on the buttons of her bodice.

But it was quickly restrained.

Her dark eyes locked on her, so heavy that she couldn't see her emotions clearly.

He wanted to possess her.

"Who am I?"

Jing Luoyu pressed against the bridge of her nose and stared into her close eyes.

Jiang Diezhen didn't know his intention by using this question.

Her pupils were in a dilated state in the halo, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she responded blankly: "Mr. Jing...."

When he heard this, his eyes were clouded with desire. Hope.

His arms bound her waist and squeezed her fiercely, his fingers running at the back of her neck, kneading the small patch of skin.

The other hand grabbed her in the crook of the leg, picked her up, and walked to the master bedroom.

She leaned her neck restlessly in mid-air.

Let Jing Luoyu rub her with the bridge of her nose.

The difference in size between the two people was huge, and he didn't need much force to make her cling to his body in a few steps.

The large, slender palms covered her entire waist.

Jing Luoyu was found in the light.

In the middle of Jiang Diezhen's neck, there is a small rose-red mole, which is really suitable for licking and kissing.

She was so drunk that her eyes were squinting comfortably, and she wanted to kiss him, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "Water.... So thirsty... Kiss.... Water...."

He didn't satisfy her anymore, but let her understand.

In this world, in addition to thirst-quenching water, there are other ways to relieve itching.

Her black hair, which had been half-wet before, was now dry, and seaweed was scattered on the soft bedding.

The hair was swept by Jing Luoyu's knuckles, and the static electricity crackled, like igniting a cluster of blue sparks.

For the first time, his heart trembled slightly.

When licking and kissing, the tongue is rough and the skin is in contact.

Her five senses were magnified, and she couldn't help but struggle.

His straight legs were clasped together by him.

The ebony scent on his body was mixed with a light tobacco smell, with an invasion. Slightly sexy.

He took good care of him.

She was so excited that she lost consciousness, tugged at his black hair, and continued with the rebellious man.

It seems to be outlined, scratched.

The lights went out.

Jiang Diezhen's veins are as pale blue as bone china patterns, trembling.

The pale and slender man, barely able to parry, fell into a brief fainting.

The atmosphere and her state were just right.

It's just that he takes the initiative to attack.

In the dark, Jiang Diezhen couldn't see Jing Luoyu.

In a daze, she subconsciously whispered in a very soft and thin voice: "Brother Yang..... The butterfly flew away...."

Jing Luoyu's eyes, which were as heavy as night mist, suddenly woke up.

Who is Brother Yang?

His jaw line was tense, and his pupils were swirling with unclear emotions.

A faint fire of jealousy rose from the depths of his spine, burning his sanity.

For the first time, men have tasted the taste of gains and losses.

There was a woman on his bed, calling someone else.

He couldn't figure out if it was the darkness that made her call another man's name, or if she was thinking about the other person in her dreams.

His eyes darkened, and he got up and turned on the light.

Jealousy and restraint turned into burning longing in his eyes, and the sound of breathing became unbearable.

The robe was disheveled, with neat sideburns and under the neck.

The man's muscles were undulating, and he didn't want to endure it.

Jiang Diezhen's silk nightdress spread out, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

In the action of pulling.

At the base of her pale legs, there was a birthmark in the shape of a rose-colored butterfly.

The moment you see the birthmark.

Jing Luoyu reacted to something and was desired. Wang's heart trembled violently.

"That's enough."

You can't give birth to the idea of burning all the jade.

What is the difference between this and the man who uses drugs outside to get her.

The person in front of him is indeed very good at provoking his desire to conquer, and he is still asleep unconsciously.

He was jealous twice in one night because of a woman.

Who would dare to believe it?

His kiss gradually slowed.

Gradually, Jing Luoyu let go of the previous unwavering hug.

Only one-sided touches remain.

One day, he will completely get this weak and innocent woman in front of him, but he is uneasy.

But definitely not now.

"Mr. Jing...."

A faint mist of water evaporated from her beautiful skin, and she finally sobered up a little.

Jiang Diezhen was very comfortable with his care, and she was still trembling a little because of the aftertaste.

She made out a little recognition of the person in front of her, still thinking in a sleepy haze.

"Sheng Wei didn't get himself, will Xiao Yuan and the man who helped him in front of him be implicated."

"In case, Mr. Jing, there is no way to withstand Sheng Yan's suppression, he.... It seems that I am very sorry for him. ”

"Sheng Xuan.... Will you continue to pester yourself, do you need to keep your distance from Mr. Jing and not implicate him? ”

Gradually, sleepiness hit, and Jiang Diezhen closed her eyes.

Noticed that her temperature had returned to normal.

It should be medicinal and alcoholic, which has been exhausted.

Everything was taken care of.

He got up and carried her to the guest bedroom.

It's dry and warm here, so she can fall asleep very sweetly and obediently.

The warm lamp at the bedside illuminates her quiet sleep.

The small yellow lamp, reflecting the pear wood flower stand framed in the frame, Li Shangyin's half-rhyme poem.

"The wax shines on half a cage of gold jade, and the musk is slightly embroidered with hibiscus."

first called Brother Yang, stimulated him, and let him see the "butterfly-shaped birthmark" on her leg.

His heart was already in turmoil, and he paced out.

Is there such a thing as feelings, pay attention to the first come, first come?

Jing Luoyu stood by the window, lowering his eyes and lighting a cigarette.

The sparks of the birch wood are on the bright and clear on the slender fingertips of his signs, the sinuous green tendons of his wrists, and the love. Traces of her scratching in a hurry.

In the vast white mist, his heroic and indifferent facial features were covered, and he couldn't guess his emotions.

Until the end, he did not indulge himself and indulged in her longing.

The snow is wide and the clouds are low, and one step ahead, covering until dawn.

The poem on her bedside, what is the second half of the sentence?

"Liu Lang already hates Pengshan far away, and he is even more separated from Pengshan by 10,000 weights."

Pengshan is not far away, close at hand.

But a corner of the mountain, it will not meet.

Just like it is now.

Only through a door, don't let her cry and go crazy in a whisper, and get her completely.

Jing Luoyu didn't want the smell of smoke on her body to contaminate the sleeping Jiang Diezhen.

He didn't step into the room again, and hugged her into a deep sleep.

This is obviously the privilege of a one-night stand bed partner, and Jing Luoyu did not exercise it.

The addiction in his heart gradually expanded, and the jealousy just now made him inexplicably impetuous.

I think of the beauty of her red cherry blossoms in the snow.

Jing Luoyu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she felt that she didn't want to let her go anymore.