"I thought you didn't have me in your heart." He repressed the excitement in his heart and breathed steadily. It was hard to see the change of man's mood. He walked over and held her face in both hands, smiling, "you want to see me, you want me, you still love me."
Tong en looked at him quietly, and the confusion flashed in his heart was mixed.
"I..." She leaned stiffly on his chest. "I'm a little tired."
Tonn felt the pace behind her begin to step on her heart.
Vicky frowned, disbelieving, took Tong en's hand and said, "don't wake up Jingting? What's on your mind? Don't you want Jingting back? "
Tong en doesn't dare to relax. The man behind Yu Guangli stares at her like a ghost. She tightens her throat. "Zuo Yan won't do anything to me."
She was afraid that she would be heard by a man like the devil.
It's too low to be low again.
Vicky peeked at the evil looking man, shivering at the scene. "Are you going to take him back like this? He is not wan Jingting. Are you safe? "
Tong en stepped forward, slightly sorry, said: "sorry to delay you so much time, we go back now."
Does that man know it's not a private place? Occupying her office for so long, not letting her see it, threatening her.
When Zuo Yan walks out of the consulting room with Tong en in his arms, Vicky almost burns his hand. His complicated vision comes from the man to the woman. He stands up straight and breathes deeply.
The lust in the man's eyes is more intense. His eyes stick to her face. His slender fingers clasp her waist. There are too many complicated thoughts hidden in the smile lines. He pulls up her white hand and gives her a sincere kiss on the back of her hand.
He put his other hand around her waist from behind, and lowered his head to kiss her neck. These warm and ambiguous intimacy stimulated her nerves. Tong en opened his eyes and thought about many things.
Sneer and jealousy come from the mind.
I haven't seen her for many years. She's more and more feminine. Does that man make her more and more beautiful?
Nerve relaxed, gently and out of a soft tone, the man's hand with strength, mouth kiss her earlobe, deep eyes watching her more and more red face, breath is more hot, "do you know how charming you are now?"
With his blonde hair dyed, not long ago, Tong en calmed down. So he really fell asleep and didn't know what happened during this period.
The man's hand went through her golden curls, massaged her scalp, and went down in sequence, "when did you dye this hair?"
Tong en can't really put down his troubles and enjoy the massage, perfunctorily: "well, that's OK."
"Comfortable? How about strength? "
His palms are wide and thick, his fingers are long and flexible, and he can press the acupoints accurately and comfortably.
"I've been standing for a long time, and my feet are soft." She sat down in the seat, Zuo Yan sitting behind her, big palm with a little strength to massage her.
"I've been standing outside for a long time, haven't I?"
When he said that, he was put into his arms and left Yanwei bent down to pick her up. She looked up. For a moment, she had the illusion that he had turned the word "Jing" around his tongue. But when he looked at her, that feeling disappeared automatically and her smile became powerful.
"What are you talking about?" Before he opened his mouth, Zuo Yan's lazy and cool slow tone had already sounded.
Tong en takes a deep look at Vicky, pushes her away and holds her hand, hoping that she won't say more.
"Mrs. Wan!"