After a moment of silence, Shen Jingjue said in a deep voice: "Axian, thank you for the reminder.
But next time, if you want to be so unrestrained in your words, you can weigh the bonus at the end of the year yourself. "
Depend on! one. Blood!
Han Xiugou was killed directly by Mr. Shen!
...
In the bedroom.
Tang Qiaoer took a fragrant bubble bath, put on a pink suspender nightgown and sat in front of the dressing mirror to comb her black hair.
She kept combing in her hand, but she was lost in thought.
Tang Qiaoer replayed the conversation with Shen Jingzhe over and over in her mind. For some reason, she felt a cold wind passing through her chest and her body became cold.
That man was gentle, smiling, and full of sincerity.
But she still felt that he was violently and silently attacking her territory, which set off alarm bells in her heart.
This sense of oppression is completely different from the one brought by Shen Jingjue, who has the same noble status.
As her thoughts drifted, Tang Qiaoer suddenly felt the back of her neck burning, and her shoulders sank.
"ah."
As she breathed softly, Shen was shocked to feel that his arms had hugged her from behind, and his thin lips gently pecked her on the white cheek. His voice was gravelly and lustful, "Qiao'er, what are you thinking about?"
"I miss you, big brother." Tang Qiaoer blurted out.
The man's eyes darkened, his heart aroused, and the ends of his eyes suddenly turned red.
Tang Qiaoer didn't even have time to explain, Shen Jingjue picked her up by her slender waist, supported her hips with his muscular right arm, and walked straight towards the bed.
"Ah! Shocked...what are you doing?!" Tang Qiaoer's beautiful eyes were stunned, the sling on her left shoulder slipped off, and her chest was full of beauty.
The next second, she was pressed hard against the big bed by the man's warm and thick body.
And her silk nightgown had already flowed like a stream of spring water, and she didn't know where it had flowed.
Shen Jingjue's eyes were filled with red lust, with enthusiasm and wariness, attacking her all at once, clashing with her senses.
"Qiao'er, feed me..."
"I'm so tired, how about tomorrow? Tomorrow morning?" Tang Qiaoer stared at him with gleaming eyes, feeling panicked.
"No, I want you to...feed me now."
Shen Jing felt the hot and wet lips oppressing her, lingering over and over again. She soon lost her mind and was immersed in the torrential sea of desire, rising and falling.
When the love was at its peak, he murmured vaguely in her ear:
"Don't think about him...just think about me!"
Tang Qiaoer swayed her branches and laughed, "What did I say...are you...jealous? So...jealous."
Shen Jingjue froze, looking down at the little woman's rosy face, "You said you missed him, shouldn't I be jealous?
I'm going to... be jealous. "
Tang Qiaoer couldn't help but sneer and raised her hand to pat his sweaty cheek, "You clearly know that I think one thing and another, why are you still so excited? Besides, he is your brother..."
"Even your brother, I can't stand it sometimes, so what's the point of having my own brother?" Shen Jing felt his starry eyes turn red, and he was obviously still angry.
Tang Qiaoer was helpless, but extremely happy.
After some crazy and pathos romance...
Tang Qiaoer rested her head on his strong arm, she was too tired to take another bath.
