Before Qiao Wan entered Song Jinnan's office, he paid special attention to the secretarial office next door and did not see Jiang Weishu.
Song Jinnan crossed his long legs and played with a small white bottle with one hand, lazily and casually, "I have a good thing for Anchor Qiao."
"What good stuff?" Qiao Wan smiled before saying anything and reached out to close the door.
The handbag was obviously on the small table beside him, but his eyes fell on Song Jinnan, who was seven or eight meters away.
Song Jinnan looked at her with a faint smile, and said in a faint voice, "Come here."
She could smell the ambiguity she wanted from Song Jinnan's burning eyes, and walked over, "Mr. Song helped me today, how should I thank you?"
A pair of strong arms suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled it hard!
She leaned against Song Jinnan, and the moment their eyes met, a fire was instantly ignited.
The moment Song Jinnan clasped the back of her neck with one hand and kissed her, she was so awake that she surrendered herself proactively and clumsily.
Last night at the Song family's old house, she was very green, and she wasn't much better this time.
When she was in love, Song Jinnan bit her earlobe and asked wickedly: "Am I your first man?"
Although her little sexual experience was given by Song Jinnan, she had read a lot of books on gender psychology and knew that the more she wanted to stop talking at this time, the better she could control a man's heart.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Song Jinnan became even more fierce.
She replaced words with babbles, and Song Jinnan gave up.
On the top floor of the thirty-sixth floor, nearly one wall of floor-to-ceiling windows was uncovered. She was pressed against the double sofa, and her face and half of her exposed long legs were so white that it dazzled Song Jinnan's eyes under the refraction of the midday sun. Lived his heart.
If Qiao Wan took the initiative to sleep with Song Jing in the lounge of the old house to tease Song Jing and slap Mr. Song in the face, then this time it was a hearty release of instinct.
Last night, Qiao Wan was still Song Jing's real girlfriend in his eyes, and now she had another identity——
A woman who could ignite his desire.
After finishing the work, Qiao Wan's white suit skirt was sticky and wrinkled, her lower body was extremely sore, and her feet were soft and trembling when she got off the sofa.
The suit and shirt on Song Jinnan's upper body were still stylish, but his tie was a little looser. After buckling the belt of his trousers, he immediately regained his usual look of a workplace boss.
Qiao Wan knew that, given the current status gap between the two, if she wanted to gain Song Jinnan's trust, sexual relations would be the best shortcut.
She never dreamed that she would get what she wished for twice when she threw herself into Song Jinnan's arms.
Haha, as expected, men are low-level animals who can only think about problems with their lower bodies!
In order to spend more time alone with Song Jinnan, she slowed down the speed of arranging her clothes.
Song Jinnan's footsteps sounded opposite her.
Looking up, she saw Song Jinnan handing over a glass of water and the small white bottle, "Two pills, take orally."
He took it and glanced at the words on the small white bottle.
Aftercare.
Nothing was done about last night and the madness just now.
Men in the upper class circles all have an unspoken rule that they know very well, and they will never let a woman they have only met a few times get pregnant and give birth to a child.
By chance, Qiao Wan and Song Jinnan had the same idea.
She didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble to herself, so she took out two pills and swallowed them with plain water.
"Anchor Qiao is really good at handling things." Song Jinnan said in a voice that didn't distinguish between emotion and anger. He took out a small magnetic card from the drawer and put it on the desk.
Qiao Wan glanced at it and saw it was the access card for Jiuheyuan.
Jiuheyuan is adjacent to the most prosperous commercial street in downtown Jiangcheng City. With high housing prices and good environment, it is a truly high-end residential area.
When a man puts the access card to a private residence in front of her, she knows what it means even if she is not very smart.
But at this time, she didn't want to make it clear, "The real estate in Jiuheyuan is very expensive, and Mr. Song has a good vision."
Song Jinnan had already sat down on the boss's chair and asked slowly, "I want to know if Anchor Qiao is interested in going to Jiuhe Garden tonight."
"It's hard to deny hospitality, of course." Qiao Wan stared directly at the man opposite.
At some point, Song Jinnan had a lighter in his hand.
With a "pop" sound, the lighter was lit and then extinguished quickly.
Song Jinnan said coolly "Yeah".
Although Qiao Wan was mentally prepared, her heart trembled when she heard Song Jinnan inviting her to Jiuhe Garden.
Sleeping with Song Jinnan, whom he had only met a few times, was already a shortcut.
Being able to sleep in Song Jinnan twice in one day is a shortcut among shortcuts.
For Qiao Wan, she had already put aside her integrity and dignity ever since she decided to drug Song Jinnan.
There is no difference between sleeping with Song Jinnan once and countless times.
"Thanks to Mr. Song for your love." Qiao Wan finished her words and took the initiative to pick up Jiuheyuan's access card.
"What a sensible woman." Song Jinnan's eyes were deep, and he stretched out his hands to pull her onto his knees and chuckled, "I'm very curious. What does Anchor Qiao want from me when he abandoned Song Jing and followed me?"
"I want to sit on the TV station's front-line anchor position." Qiao Wan said the answer she had thought of for a long time. "Unfortunately, Song Jing only uses money to pressure people and does not have the ability to plan for my long-term plans."
"Why is Anchor Qiao so sure that I have this ability, huh?" Song Jinnan put a hand around her waist and put his thin lips against her ear.
Her long eyelashes flashed slightly to calm down the panic in her heart, "Mr. Song is the master of all things in the business world, so naturally he can also——"
At this time, a rapid knock on the door interrupted her.
In desperation, she wanted to break free from Song Jinnan's arms, but Song Jinnan held her tighter and tighter, smiling: "What are you afraid of?"
"Mr. Song is not afraid, and I have nothing to be afraid of." Her eyes were full of beauty, and she wished she could rub shoulders with Song Jinnan immediately and become acquaintances and confidants.
The knocking on the door continued. Song Jinnan took the access card out of her palm and put it into her handbag. Her smile did not reach her eyes, "At eight o'clock in the evening, I will wait for Anchor Qiao in Jiuheyuan."
Qiao Wan stood up wisely, picked up her handbag and prepared to leave.
Opening the door, Qiao Wan saw Jiang Weishu standing at the door.
Jiang Weishu was holding a thick stack of documents to be signed, and looked shocked when he saw Qiao Wan.
Qiao Wan said hello politely and passed by Jiang Weishu, who was full of hostility.
A woman's nerves are always delicate and sensitive. Jiang Weishu could see at a glance that there were not only a few damp and sticky patches on Qiao Wan's suit skirt, but also wrinkles that would only appear when she lay down.
She remembered clearly that these folds were not there when she saw Qiao Wan an hour ago.
At this time, Qiao Wan's face was moist, her brows and eyes were full of peach blossoms, and she even walked with a delicate and weak posture.
It was clearly a tone that had been severely satisfied.
As soon as Qiao Wan walked away, the document in Jiang Weishu's hand fell to the ground.
She hurriedly bent down to pick it up. In order to cover up her inner panic, she took the initiative to raise the topic: "Mr. Song, isn't Anchor Qiao gone? Why is he back?"
Song Jinnan saw through her little thoughts at a glance and said quietly: "What else do you want to say, just be more direct-"
