The personal secretary mistakenly slept on the black-bellied president

Jiang Liwen was stunned and drowsy, only feeling the neon lights above her head knocking down, and the sound of sucking around fell into her ears, but she couldn't hear it anymore, the man's lips and tongue were coaxing and domineering, sucking all over her mouth The most sensitive softness, every slight movement provokes her nerves, causing her toes to curl up involuntarily, the coolness between her lips is like a fine spring water, with a hint of mint fragrance, filling her body tip of the tongue. %&*";

She had never had such intimate actions with a man before, her brain was almost starved of oxygen, and her heels were like catkins floating in the air, so weak that she couldn't touch the ground.

The hot body temperature of a man, through the shirt, surrounded her whole body like an invisible net.At that moment, the temperature of the cool night seemed to rise a lot.Instinctively, she stretched out her hand, grabbed onto the strong support, and got closer to him invisibly... His smell is more intoxicating than alcohol.

In an instant, she felt dizzy, and her heart pounded against her chest, almost making her wonder if she had a heart attack. It turns out... is this what the editor said in full swing?

The smell of a man can intoxicate the central nervous system more than alcohol, and her whole body seems to be suspended in mid-air. %&*";

"How is it?" He asked in a low voice, his breath blending with hers.

She didn't speak. In fact, she didn't know what to say at all. Her whole body was so weak that she lost all strength. If it wasn't for the pair of slender and powerful hands around her waist, she would even slip on the ground.

He smiled, bit his soft red lips, and stroked the most sensitive and tender part of her lower lip with his tongue, causing her to tremble involuntarily.

"You also provide special services here?" She tried to push the man who bewitched her away, blushing badly.

Ye Fanli raised her thin lips: "Special service, hehe..."

"Your price should be expensive, right?" Jiang Liwen pressed her head in a daze.

The people around gasped again, the bartender's face turned pale, and he took a step forward: "Miss, isn't he..."

"Jim." Ye Fanli interrupted the bartender coldly, his brown eyes lowered with a hint of warning.

Jim swallowed the words in his throat and said nothing more.

Ye Fanli stretched out his hand to lift up the woman's chin in front of him, slowly rubbing his fingertips until it became hot: "forongnight?"

The man's straightforwardness made Du Liwen a little at a loss as to what to do. She, who was a little fuzzy, could only stand firmly by relying on his arm.

He didn't like forcing, and polite questioning would make the night better.

Of course, Ye Fanli would not allow anyone to reject him.

"Go prepare a room." This was said to the guard beside him.

The bartender's eyes widened in disbelief. In his impression, nightclubs never ask for a room. It's usually those women who post it, but he always dismisses it.

But, today...

The bartender shook his head. He must have drunk too much. The woman looks a little more delicate. Could it be that the nightclub has changed its taste recently?

Jiang Wenli, who was drunk, didn't hear the noises around her. In a daze, a low laugh sounded in her ear: "Will you come with me? Huh?"

The voice seemed to be magical, she nodded, and her face leaning on the man's neck slid to the left.

Ye Fanli's brown eyes suddenly became darker, like a night dyed black, floating and floating, making it impossible to see the bottom.

He took her into a room with ambiguous lighting, untied her long hair with a wicked smile, and kissed like a storm with aggression, bit by bit devouring her thoughts...