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Wen Liang felt as if the sofa beside her had caved in, and she looked at Qi Ye who had followed over.

The man was sitting beside her with a playful sneer on his face. "Say what you just said again."

The man's tone didn't sound unhappy at all, it even carried a hint of teasing.

She ate a bun and a cup of milk in the morning. Currently, she was so hungry that she could almost eat two bowls of rice.

The lunch on the table was very rich, and most of the dishes were of a warm and refreshing nature.

Now, from a different perspective, she could also be considered his employee. It was understandable that she would eat a meal like this. Furthermore, she would also be able to save money for a meal, so why wouldn't she be happy?

He just did not expect that the moment he picked up the chopsticks, he would hear Qi Ye say into his ear, "Then let's continue chatting about that topic while we eat."

Wen Liang instantly lost his appetite, and threw down his chopsticks as he looked up at Qi Ye. "I didn't know that President Qi has such a weird habit of eating in his underpants!"

Do you dare to put on your pants first?

Such a scene, no matter how you looked at it, it was evil.

"Shy?" The man was going to wear it, but hearing Wen Liang's words, he seemed to be in a good mood and his intentionally provoked eyebrows slightly raised.

Wen Liang instantly felt unwell, but he still bit the corner of his lips and said: "Your place, you have the final say. Even if you strip me naked, I wouldn't dare to have any objections, right? I am only recommending it, I suggest that President Qi, as a reputable and influential person, not let anyone else know about this kind of weird habit of yours, especially a woman like me who has evil intentions towards you! "

Even if he tried to agitate Qi Ye, it wouldn't be enough to agitate him.

Actually, he was just going to put on his pants properly, but seeing the shy and awkward look on Wen Liang's face, he suddenly changed his mind.

Not at all did Qi Ye feel embarrassed by his warm gaze. Instead, he pointed at the corn soup in front of his with a smile on his face and said, "Do you mind serving me a bowl? "On account of the fact that I'm treating you to a meal."

This was taking someone's hand was short, while eating someone's mouth was soft.

After passing a bowl of corn soup to Qi Ye, he did not expect Qi Ye to suddenly extend his hand to receive it in advance.

He fell down on his crotch, causing Qi Ye to immediately stand up.

A few drops of thick corn soup dripped down from a sexy black man's underwear, following the man's long, muscular legs down.

Although the thick soup had been on the tea table for a while, it was boiling before and the temperature wasn't low.

Wen Liang knew that he had stirred up a great disaster, so he extended his hand out towards Qi Ye's injured area without hesitation.

She hurriedly patted him a few times before looking worriedly at the man. Her eyes that were as clear as water contained a sense of remorse. The elk like amber eyes stared at the man, "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose …"

Before he could finish, his wrist was grabbed by the man.

He did not push her hand away. Instead, he … Keep her hands in place.

The hot, damp organs in his hands suddenly seemed to be awakened.

Something that was slowly expanding made all of his senses return to his mind in an instant. It was like an atomic bomb had been dropped on top of his body. The bomb had blown his body into smithereens.

Brawler!

Beast!

When Wen Liang finally regained his senses, the first thing he did was to withdraw his hand.

However, the man pressed down on her wrist, preventing her from backing off.

The constant friction made something in Wen Lengcang's hand even more arrogant.

The eccentric man couldn't stop a light snort from coming out of his throat, even though he had a serious and righteous face.

Wen Liang didn't dare to move anymore. He turned to the man and said in an aggrieved tone, "Let go, let go!"

"Don't move." The man stood on the sofa in front of Wen Liang. He had trapped Wen Liang in a small area of the sofa. With a slightly hoarse voice, he said, "This is proof of my previous argument."

What argument? What is this nonsense? Wen Liang only knew that the giant in his palm had awoken and that he was about to put her on the ground at any moment.

"I said, I can control my thoughts. You control the size, now you believe me?"

He didn't know how he had managed to do something worse than what he had done in front of his righteous and righteous face.

Wen Liang shifted his gaze away and looked at another direction. "Then I'll make it smaller. How can he not be small?"

"Try struggling a bit more." "No," he said.

Wen Liang: "....."

"Don't you have your own hands?!" Wen Liang was truly annoyed. She was ashamed, angry, and angry at the same time.

Actually, the matter had long surpassed Qi Ye's imagination. He himself didn't wear his pants because he wanted to tease her a little, but he didn't expect that he would be the one to suffer in the end.

He was standing at a high vantage point when he looked down and saw the woman's chest, which was wrapped in a white shirt. Her flaky skin gave off a snow-white luster, and compared to five years ago, it seemed even more alluring.

Who the hell invented the white shirt, it was deadly.

Wen Liang did not dare move, and Qi Ye did not let go.

Finally, for some reason, she asked the man, "Is this what you do in the office all the time?"

No wonder so many men and women had to prepare spare clothes in the cloakroom. It was likely that if it wasn't for her today, she would have already been carried by him and thrown onto the bed.

Disgusting!

These two words suddenly popped up in his cool mind.

Qi Ye looked at the warm expression in his eyes and suddenly became deep.

Wen Liang didn't think that there was anything wrong with his words.

The two of them held a deadlock for a few seconds.

Then, a familiar voice came from outside the door: "Miss Jo, Young Master is resting right now. Please wait in the resting room for a moment."

Miss Jo?

Just as she was feeling warm and confused, Qi Ye suddenly let go of her wrist, bent down and grabbed her from the sofa, and carried her straight to the big bed in the resting room.

Wen Liang was caught off guard and wanted to cry out in alarm.

However, before the scream could escape his throat, it was blocked by a kiss from the man with his head lowered.

Just as the door to the resting room closed, Bao Rong couldn't stop the woman called Miss Jo as she pushed open the door and entered.

The lobby of the office was very tidy. Other than the messy sofa …

On the sofa was Qi Ye's dark grey western pants, so he recognized the woman who was called Miss Jo with a glance.

Bao Rong was so lucky that he did not catch the scene of President Qi and Miss Wen rolling around on the sofa with their sheets at the moment he pushed open the door …

"Miss Jo, President Qi is resting." Bao Rong looked at Qiao Xinying sternly.

Qiao Xinying frowned, then looked at the pair of pants on the sofa, and jokingly said: "Is he resting by herself? Or are the two of them resting? "

"..." Bao Rong really didn't know how to respond to these words.

In the lounge, when Wen Liang heard the voice, she already knew who the woman outside was.

Qiao Xinying, you knew when you were reading.

She was a proud daughter of heaven and had a wealthy family. Her every action exuded elegance, but her personality was a bit overbearing. When he was studying, he helped Qi Ye block a lot of peach blossoms. Before Qi Ye got to know Wen Liang, he already got to know Qiao Xinying.

Qiao Xinying could be considered a special existence to Qi Ye.

In the warm memories, Qi Ye's tolerance and magnanimity towards Qiao Xinying exceeded all principles.

Even though she had never heard Qi Ye say that he liked Qiao Xinying, there was an intrinsic difference between Qi Ye and her, and other women.

When she was married to Qi Ye, she heard that Qiao Xinying went to the United States to study. As long as they passed the pottery works that she had, almost every single one of them would be able to fetch an astronomical price, gaining the highest recognition in the country. She was truly a woman that was worthy of Qi Ye in every way.

He didn't know when she had returned to her hometown, but from the fact that she could freely enter and exit Qi Ye's office, it was sufficient to prove that Qi Ye treated her quite differently.

Initially, Wen Liang had thought that marrying Qi Ye was a mistake. If he changed the person he married to to Qiao Xinying, perhaps Yue Lan wouldn't be by his side right now, and there wouldn't be a whole series of tragedies that happened afterwards.

Wen Liang grabbed Qi Ye's hand, and wanted to push his hand away from his waist.

The way the two of them were folded on the bed, no matter how it looked, she did not look elegant. However, she did not expect Qi Ye to suddenly slip and pounce on her.

Just as Wen Liang was staring with wide eyes, the door to the resting room was suddenly pushed open by Qiao Xinying.