Chapter 530

Song Qinghuan pushed the door of shiyuhan's office, but shiyuhan didn't lift his head. He just said faintly: "sit down."

Shi Yuhan wore a very formal black suit today, and his whole body exuded a kind of King's breath.

With a mountain of papers piled up on his desk, he was absorbed in his work, calm and capable.

Song Qinghuan sat down in front of him. His eyes drifted from side to side. He looked guilty, but he said calmly, "what's the special day today?"

She asked very carefully. She was afraid that Wan Yihua was not sent by Shi Yuhan, but by others. If he knew, he would not be very happy, and he might be angry.

The cold corner of the lips stirred up a faint smile, when Yuhan raised her eyes and looked at her, she said in a soft voice: "hmm? What special day? "

Obviously, he didn't send the flowers, and he didn't know that someone sent a lot of flowers to her.

Song Qinghuan laughed, took a deep breath, and then stood up: "it's nothing, I'll ask casually, it's OK, you're busy, I'll go down."

Oh, my God, she almost got dirty.

Turn around, want to leave, feel relaxed, behind came a low voice: "wait!"

Song Qinghuan stopped walking, stopped to leave, turned around and gave him a faint smile: "is there anything else?"

When the cold means to hook the corner of the mouth, staring at her, and then hook the finger.

"

Song Qinghuan was stunned. When he got there, Yuhan stopped, bit his lips and looked at him with wide eyes. He seemed to be asking, what's the matter, say it quickly.

Come here When the cold thin lips gently open, waved, motioned her to the side.

As soon as song Qinghuan walked away, Yuhan stretched out her hand to hold her waist, and forced her to sit on her lap.

"Miss me?"

Blinking stupidly, song Qinghuan saw the light from the bottom of his cold eyes, blushing with shame, "no!"

A little, there is no taste of silver here.

When the cold seems to be very good mood, actually chuckled out of the voice, laugh so evil evil spirit.

Song Qinghuan was irritated by his laughter. He immediately clenched his small fist and beat him on the chest: "don't laugh."

If the boss who is not restrained by the scene at the moment will look for the person who is indifferent to the world.

"No, don't make any noise," Shi Yuhan palmed, gently wrapped song Qinghuan's two little fists in his palm. "Tell me, why do you ask me if today is a special day?"

Song Qinghuan moved his eyes with some guilty heart: "nothing, just ask."

He lowered his head to hold her small earlobe, extremely warm smell of her whole body close to himself, whispered: "please me, I will make him safe!"

"Why should I beg you?" She squashed her lips and said in displeasure. , half angry, half coquettish way: "let me go."

Fingers gently raised her chin, attached to his kiss, plundering her breath, all the sweetness in her mouth, do not give her a chance to breathe.

Song Qinghuan's heart beat faster when he was kissing. Her limbs were a little bit soft. A burning fire sprang up in her body, which was about to burn her down.

A pair of people who love each other, when they fall in love, it's inevitable that they will go off.

When it was cold, he naturally put his hand into song Qinghuan's clothes, covered the two soft plumps, and then rubbed them lightly or heavily.