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When he heard the sound of the door closing, Wen Liang finally woke up from her dazed state.

Her two hands were supporting herself on the sofa, locking Qi Ye into her embrace without a single gap.

Then, he stood up straight and said to Qi Ye magnanimously, "I'm sorry."

In that instant, Wen Liang realized that she was referring to his entire body, and the sponge pad he was referring to was referring to her underwear.

However, the good and the bad, warm and cool today coincidentally wear the thin money, there is no sponge pad for the summer money.

She suddenly grabbed onto the man's hand in distress: "Qi Ye!"

"After so many years, why haven't I improved at all?" The man calmly removed his hand from her body. Who knew how much self-control he used?

Knowing that this man was referring to the size of her chest, Wen Liang lowered his head and took the opportunity when Qi Ye had yet to react to bite his wrist, in order to vent his hatred.

However, Qi Ye was very calm, and calmly said a single word to her: "Pain …"

These words sounded a little cute and spoiled.

Acting cute was shameful! A grown man, what was he acting so coquettishly for?

Wen Liang pushed away the man's hand and tried to stand up.

However, the man behind her held her by the waist, making her unable to move.

"President Qi, let go!" Returning to his previous indifference, he spoke coldly.

"Lawyer Win, you should apologize to me." The man's head was on his shoulder, and a magnetic voice rang in her ears. As he spoke, his thin lips brushed against her earlobes. The warmth of his touch made his feel as if he had been electrocuted.

She subconsciously wanted to reach out to push Qi Ye away, but at the same time that the man wrapped his arm around her waist, he also held her hand tightly.

With no ability to resist, Wen Liang turned his back towards the man and asked, "What makes you think that I should apologize to you? You touched my chest, and I bit you. Shouldn't it be equal? "

"Yes." The man rested his head on her thin shoulder and nodded in agreement. "It's settled, I mean …"

Wen Liang almost immediately pushed him away, and then collapsed on the other side of the sofa.

The man casually put one hand on the sofa, the other opened the magazine between his legs, then pointed at his crotch.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at Wen Liang meaningfully. He laughed. "Then how do you calculate it?"

He saw that the man's crotch was wet. Apparently, it was the drool that came out of his mouth when he used the man's legs as a pillow.

The warm forehead unconsciously twitched.

Then he said, "Anyway, I owe you a lot. If you don't mind, you can count the money on this pair of pants in the account that I owe you. And of course, if you'd mind, you can take me to court for this expensive pair of pants. "

It was the same Wen Liang who had chased Qi Ye for so many years. If he wanted to be cured, Qi Ye had tens of thousands of shortcuts.

For example …

Qi Ye stood up, his actions were very graceful … He unbuckled the belt buckle.

"What are you doing!" Wen Liang stood up and frowned at the man before him.

The man's slender white fingers were like jade bamboo as they landed on the buckle of a black leather belt, giving it an elegant and beautiful appearance. He confidently said to Wen Liang, "Can't you see that you're changing your pants?"

"Oh, then you change. I'll come back in a while." Wen Liang turned around and walked towards the door with his back facing Qi Ye.

This person, Wen Liang, was the one who couldn't stand up to provocation the most.

Taking a deep breath, she turned around, pursed her lips, and smiled. "I was afraid that you would be too embarrassed."

"Rest room, cloakroom. Second row, third row, dark gray pants. Help me take them out." Qi Ye spoke towards Wen Liang.

Wen Liang originally wanted to refuse, but instead of standing here and watching him take off his pants, he might as well just go and help him take off his pants.

She turned her head to look at Qi Ye and asked: "What's the resting room password?"

"Our divorce anniversary." Qi Ye took off the belt on his waist and suddenly looked at Wen Liang.

The moment their four eyes met, her clear and warm eyes revealed an intrigued look, as though she was doubting the truthfulness of Qi Ye's words.

However, the man's eyes were sincere. At least, on the surface, he didn't seem to be lying at all.

How shameful was this date for Qi Ye? As for the divorce date for the bank card and room password?

Wen Liang turned around and entered the password.

Embarrassed, she heard four words coming from the cold machine: "Error entered."

With a frown on his face, he entered the password again. Finally, the same four words were transmitted from the cold machine.

This time, Wen Liang finally believed that he had been played...

She turned her head and shot a sharp glance in the direction of the man.

The man looked innocent, as if he really didn't mean it. He said, "I forgot, the bank card is only the anniversary of the divorce. The lounge password should be your birthday. Maybe I have forgotten it."

"Is it fun to lie to me? Using a commercial method to force me to get close to you, so I can play around with you? Are you that free? Was it that boring? If I were to leave you, I would just be a commoner that I am not afraid of. As for you … "

As Wen Liang spoke, Qi Ye had already headed in her direction.

With the man's oppressive approach, Wen Liang's entire back pressed against the door of the lounge.

The man reached out suddenly, took her by the shoulder, and turned her 180 degrees. Wen Liang could only have his back facing Qi Ye.

Just as he was about to resist, the man suddenly grabbed onto a warm index finger from behind him and pressed down on the keypad without saying a word.

Wen Liang looked at the password that Qi Ye typed.

0627, June 27th. It was her birthday.

"The input is correct." The cold mechanical female voice reached her cold ears.

Qi Ye released his warm hand.

This time, the astonished person turned into a warm and calm person.

She lifted her head, looked at Qi Ye, and stared at him with a burning gaze, as if she wanted to see something fishy from his eyes.

The man looked down at her condescendingly and said in a relaxed tone, "I don't mind staying naked for a while longer."

He turned around and walked into the lounge, then slammed the door shut.

Qi Ye closed the door and looked down at his well-dressed pants, then looked at the belt on the sofa and smiled.

Wen Liang leaned against the closed door of the lounge as her heart rate suddenly dropped.

Even though she had already tried her best to control her thoughts and forbid herself from thinking too much, Wen Liang still could not understand why Qi Ye had designed the password to the door of his resting room as her birthday.

He was the one who should be the one to play the cards the wrong way.

She looked at the ceiling, thinking, and suddenly laughed at herself. This password, could it be that Qi Ye purposely changed it two days ago just to see her make a joke out of it?

Yet here I am thinking too much and thinking too much. That's enough!]

She turned and pushed open the wardrobe door.

Other than Qi Ye's clothes, half of the wardrobe also had female clothing. The entire wardrobe was split into two parts, the part that belonged to Qi Ye. The moment the wardrobe door was opened, a celibate aura blew over, and the part that the woman was wearing, was filled with all sorts of vivid jumping colors and different styles.

Looking at the wardrobe, the mockery on the corner of Wen Liang's mouth became even more pronounced. It was the same scene he had seen last time at the Jin Nan Hao Garden, and the same scene he had seen this time in the office.

Just how many women did Qi Ye have to prepare so many clothes of different styles and categories? Or could it be that all these clothes were prepared for the dead Yue Lan?

Regardless of which possibility it was, it had nothing to do with Wen Liang.

Following Qi Ye's instructions, Wen Liang took the second row's third row of dark-grey western pants into his hands, and then walked out of the resting room.

Qi Ye leaned against the side of the door, his long legs gracefully overlapping each other, holding onto her phone, his head lowered as he played with it.

Wen Liang threw a pair of pants onto Qi Ye's body, his tone was unfamiliar: "President Qi, helping you take your pants is your woman's or your secretary's task, I am just your lawyer, please do not order me to do anything like that, thank you."

With that, he glanced between the man's legs and sneered before turning around to sit on the edge of the sofa.

"The size is too small and it doesn't seem to catch my eye. So in the future, President Qi doesn't need to do this kind of thing in front of my face, it's quite embarrassing. Let me be very glad that the divorce was early. "