Pain little girl, don't run away

Ah Fang was distracted by Deputy Director Qin's promise, and was pushed down on the sofa by him to play with.

Fortunately, Deputy Director Qin used too much force, and Ah Fang woke up from the pain: his wife is a tigress, so can he make decisions about his house?Even if you can, will you give me a suite?Don't they all say that men don't admit it when they put on their pants!

This woman, like the former Liu Xin, also majored in marketing in college, so she would not do business if she was losing money!With a violent effort, he broke free: "Don't be like this, it's pitiful for a woman like me to fall to this point!"

She wanted to use the kind of coquettish voice in the TV series to say these words, but unexpectedly, she was miserable and inexplicable when she said them.

Just when she was distressed that she had failed to speak her lines, Deputy Director Qin said sourly: "Is it me who is poor? You are determined to eat me, and you know what I dare not do, so you come to the door, right?"

Ah Fang's eyes rolled wildly, hating middle-aged men for being difficult to deal with, hating her mother's death and father remarrying immediately, otherwise she wouldn't be angry and come to the south to be bullied by a bastard!

Before she could finish her anger, Deputy Director Qin hugged her again: "I'll help you do it, and you're welcome too."

Ah Fang became angry. She was still a delicate girl at home when she was in her senior year. Why was she treated like a chicken so directly?The eldest lady lost her temper and shouted regardless: "What do you want to do?! Aren't you afraid of losing your reputation?!"

The apartment building is not a luxury commercial house, and it is not very soundproof.As soon as Ah Fang called out, Deputy Director Qin softened immediately: "It's fine, it's fine, you can't even touch it."

Ah Fang straightened her clothes and said angrily, "I'm leaving!"

Deputy Director Qin sneered: "Stop being coquettish! Ah Fang, you've met a lot of men, how many honest men do you think are like me? Another man will eat you up!"

Ah Fang was stunned. She was a salesman and had seen a lot of them on a daily basis. In comparison, people like Deputy Director Qin were less courageous.

Deputy Director Qin looked disappointed, picked up the remote control and pressed it: "I won't touch you! Watch TV."

The sound of the TV is so loud and weird!Ah Fang turned her head to look in annoyance—A~ film!She suddenly realized that the surname Qin was trying to cover her cry with the sound of the TV!

In a blink of an eye, she was thrown onto the sofa again, and she didn't struggle.She has read some common sense from the book: at this time, struggling will only arouse the madness of men.

There was a chill on the upper body, the clothes were roughly ripped open, and a vague voice said: "Pretty! Like Hong Kong Leopard Girl..."

Those two hands were very hard, and she made up her mind to be a corpse again, her screams and the sound of the A~ movie were integrated.Then she felt bitten and gnawed at the first two points of her chest, oh my god!This is a dog!

In desperation, Ah Fang growled viciously: "Bite again, I'll bite you! What will your wife say when she sees the bite marks?!"

Deputy Director Qin loosened his teeth, raised his head and said, "You can't, you're a smart person..."

"Yes! If you force me, I will!" She wanted to say it delicately, but her tone was as hard as a stone.

Can't just smash the stage like this, wouldn't it be bitten in vain?The marketing expert made an urgent offer: "Help me register first!"

Deputy Director Qin said: "Will you accept it then? Give it to me now!"

Will you accept it after eating it?Ah Fang shook her head vigorously: "Do it first! I will pay off the debt!"

Deputy Director Qin stared at her chest. The half-covered body made him feel like he was being burned, and he growled hoarsely: "Take off! Show me first!"

Ah Fang gritted her teeth and stripped off in twos and twos.Although the air conditioner was turned on in the living room, she still felt a bitingly cold, and the lecherous eyes staring at her seemed to swallow her up.

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PS: This is not H, right?It's true!I think only writing can reflect the lives of grassroots women.