Lu Wenzhou's kisses were always forceful and domineering, not giving Joey any chance to break free.
He pressed her against the desk, holding her chin with one hand and clasping her waist tightly with the other.
The soft and sweet touch stimulated every nerve in his body.
The beast held in his body kept hitting the cage, trying to get out.
During the time he and Joey were together, things were harmonious.
No matter how much he wanted, Joey followed his wishes.
Sometimes I feel tired and faint, but I don’t have any complaints.
But now, she was extremely strong, and she was always struggling to her death.
Hot tears were still flowing from the corners of his eyes.
Lu Wenzhou did not continue.
The slender fingers gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Joey's eyes.
The voice was hoarse with dissatisfaction.
"Joy, the game between us only ends when I say it! Do you understand?"
Joey looked at him with tears in his eyes, his bloody lips slightly open.
"Lu Wenzhou, I won't stay and humiliate you!"
Lu Wenzhou lowered his head and licked away the blood drops on her lips, his smile not reaching his eyes.
"If you are not afraid of losing the Qiao family, you can try it!"
After saying that, he stood up and his eyes inadvertently glanced at Joey's messy skirt.
And those slender legs under the skirt.
Joey felt extremely humiliated.
He immediately packed his clothes and walked outside.
But as soon as she opened the door, she saw Song Qingya standing at the door in a white dress.
There was a harmless smile on his face.
"Brother Wenzhou, I brought you breakfast."
This was the first time for Joey to see Song Qingya up close.
They do look somewhat similar.
Especially the eyes and nose.
Joey's suspicion in his heart was confirmed.
Back then, Lu Wenzhou misunderstood that her motives were impure, but he still wanted to keep her by his side.
It turned out that she was regarded as Song Qingya's substitute.
Three years of mutual friendship ended with a substitute.
Joey was heartbroken.
She tried her best to calm down, nodded to Song Qingya, and then left.
The moment the office door was closed, Lu Wenzhou looked at Song Qingya with somewhat cold eyes.
"How did you come?"
Song Qingya's eyes instantly turned red.
He hung his head like an angry little pitiful person.
The voice was a little choked.
"I'm sorry, Brother Wenzhou, I just heard that you haven't eaten breakfast recently and you have stomach problems, so I came here to bring you breakfast."
Lu Wenzhou frowned, his voice without any warmth.
"Leave it there."
Song Qingya suddenly beamed and ran towards him.
Put the pink lunch box in your hand on the desk.
The voice is soft and sweet.
"Brother Wenzhou, I remember that you like tuna and ham sandwiches the most. Try it quickly. Is it delicious?"
Looking at the exquisitely presented sandwiches in the pink lunch box, Lu Wenzhou had no appetite at all.
He pushed the lunch box aside and said in a deep voice: "We have a meeting soon. Let's eat when we get back."
Song Qingya was a little disappointed, but still nodded obediently, "Okay, then go and do your work. I'll wait for you here and won't disturb you."
"There is a reception room next to it, go there and wait."
After saying that, he pressed Chen Zhuo's internal line.
"Take Miss Song to the reception room and find someone to accompany her."
Chen Zhuo moved very quickly and appeared at the door in less than a minute, making an inviting gesture towards Song Qingya.
"Miss Song, refreshments are prepared in the reception room next to you. I'll ask Xiao Li to accompany you."
Song Qingya looked at Chen Zhuo sincerely: "I heard that Secretary Qiao is very nice, and I want her to accompany me."
"Sorry, Secretary Qiao is the chief secretary to the president and has to attend the meeting with us."
Chen Zhuo is not a fool.
His president is having trouble with Secretary Qiao these days.
If this aunt is allowed to come in and cause trouble again, can the two of them still reconcile?
Song Qingya smiled lightly: "That's right. I heard that the coffee she makes is very delicious. Let her make a cup for me."
There was a cold look between Lu Wenzhou's handsome brows, and his dark eyes were dark.
Joey is his, not just for anyone to use.
But when he thought that Joey would rather die than leave, he became furious.
It seems that I can't spoil her too much.
He said coldly, "Do as she says."
Chen Zhuo stared at Lu Wenzhou blankly for more than ten seconds, and then sighed helplessly in his heart.
Mr. Lu, do you know that you will lose your wife if you ask your current wife to work for your predecessor?
He reluctantly took Song Qingya away.
Joy was sitting at her workstation sorting out documents for the meeting when Chen Zhuo knocked on her desk.
"Secretary Qiao, Mr. Lu asked you to deliver a cup of coffee to Miss Song in the reception room 02."
Joey raised his head and responded calmly: "Okay, I'll be here right away."
She sorted out the information and went to the tea room.
Joey took the coffee beans from the cabinet and ground them in the coffee machine.
Just as she was preparing to brew, a petite figure appeared next to her.
Her expression was very calm, "Ms. Song, the coffee will be ready in five minutes."
Song Qingya's innocent and lovely face showed a hint of coldness.
"Don't you feel strange when Miss Qiao sees me?"
Joey kept moving his hands, lowering his eyebrows and working seriously.
His tone was light: "There are countless women who throw themselves into Mr. Lu's arms every day. Is there anything strange about me?"
"Don't you understand yet? The reason why Brother Wenzhou is with you is entirely because you look a lot like me.
He has never liked you, he has always regarded you as my substitute.
Now that I'm back, it's time for you, the substitute, to leave. "
Joey poured boiling water into the coffee cup, and the aroma of coffee filled the entire tea room.
She sniffed it with enjoyment and said with a smile: "The coffee beans imported from Italy have a very good taste. How sweet does Ms. Song like it?"
Song Qingya felt like she was punched on cotton.
She clenched her fists in anger.
"Joey, stop pretending. Isn't it just for the money that you are with Brother Wenzhou? This is a check for ten million. Please get away from him as soon as possible."
Joey hid his emotions.
He casually put a cube of sugar into the coffee and stirred it skillfully.
The tone is casual and flat.
"I heard that Miss Song is not in good health. I'd better keep this money for your medical treatment. Otherwise, you will die before marrying Lu Wenzhou. What a pity."
"Joy, you..."
Song Qingya was so angry that she secretly gritted her teeth.
She didn't expect Joey to be so difficult to deal with.
She glared at Joey fiercely.
He picked up the coffee on the table and poured it towards Joey.
The scalding coffee formed a beautiful arc in the air and rushed towards Joey's face.
