Hot and seductive

Ling Luo has never been so humiliated in his life.

She smiled politely in embarrassment: "Sorry, I went to the wrong place."

But she forgot that this is an elevator that needs to be swiped with a card, and there is no wrong way at all, but in this situation, it would be really embarrassing to admit that she is Mrs. Chi.

Under everyone's wide-eyed stares, Ling Luo slowly turned sideways to press the elevator.

As long as you walk fast enough, Awkward won't be able to catch up with her.

Just as Ling Luo was waiting for the elevator door to close with this mood, a figure walked in and pulled her out.

A certain person calmly said in a businesslike tone, "Go first, I'll be there later."

"Ok."

Everyone was watching, not daring to look around, and even respected Chi Youxiao very much, as if he wasn't a temporary airborne prince at all.

"Goodbye, President, goodbye, Mrs. President."

Before leaving, someone who was so conspicuous suddenly said such a sentence, which made Ling Luo bury his face in Chi Youxiao's arms in embarrassment.

God, she wanted to explode in place.

"Ok?"

Ling Luo was suddenly picked up horizontally.

"I'm getting bolder."

"It's your first day at the company, I want to pick you up from get off work?"

"Didn't you come to check the post?"

"of course not."

Chi Youxiao carried her into a suite office.

On the outside is a pile of documents on the desk in the room, a computer, a phone, and an itinerary full of itineraries. It must be the place where the secretary usually handles work.

The door on the inside was closed, and the words "Executive President" were impressively written on the nameplate of the office.

The door was unscrewed, closed again, and finally there was the sound of the lock being locked.

Ling Luo's throat rolled: "What are you going to do?"

Chi Youxiao put her on the desk, and the light from the unlocked computer screen hit her high definition, making a beautiful halo.

"Of course I ate the little guy who was delivered to the door."

He propped his two hands on her side, leaning over to stare at her, there was an indescribable affection in his misty eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile that was not a smile, indescribably mischievous and mischievous.

It's over, it's over, the old son who didn't know much about the world has completely turned bad.

Ling Luo smelled a dangerous breath, subconsciously stepped back, and suddenly someone hugged her waist, getting closer to the danger.

She looked at him aggrieved, and wanted to accuse him of his presumptuousness last night, but someone kissed the corner of her mouth, blocking all words.

His kisses have always been a step-by-step temptation, people unconsciously follow his rhythm and fall into the trap.

Ling Luo catered to him unconsciously, and her white and soft fingers climbed up his neck under the collar of his white shirt, making the two bodies get closer.

The magnetic field is really wonderful. Two people are two very ascetic individuals when they are separated. Once they meet, they can collide with beautiful desire.

Ling Luo grabbed his hand to untie the skirt: "Don't, it's hard to wear, it's very troublesome."

It doesn’t matter if it’s hard to wear or troublesome. Anyway, the stylist is in the car, so I’ll choose a new one at worst, but Ah Luo has a thin skin. If she is asked to face the stylist again, she will be ashamed. sewn.

In the choice of whether to be an upright gentleman or not, Chi Youxiao smiled helplessly, and kissed her again at the corner of her mouth, quite unsatisfied: "You are sent by God to torture me."

Ling Luo blushed, although he stopped the loss in time, but the high definition on his body was still messed up?
He sat on the office chair, holding her hand almost lingeringly: "Come down."

Ling Luo, who thought it was inappropriate to sit on the desk, obediently got down.

"sit."

Chi Youxiao's gaze pointed to his leg.

"what?"

Ling Luo was so startled again that his eyes widened!

This is the president's office, and there is a rigorous and solemn atmosphere everywhere. It's fine to sit at the desk and almost shoot a gun, but sitting on your lap is really out of style.

"what happened?"

"Not suitable."

It's too inappropriate. If those people come in again, she will really die here.

Chi Youxiao: "The door is locked!"

Ling Luo looked around again: "In case Dad saw it..."

Chi Youxiao propped his hands on the arm of the chair, and looked at her leisurely: "There is no surveillance, he can't see it."

Ling Luo pursed her lips, feeling that this was inappropriate.

"I still have a conference call, you accompany me." Chi Youxiao insisted.

Ling Luo: "How can there be such a meeting? Dad will say you when he finds out."

Chi Youxiao was really too lazy to listen to her and find a reason, so he pulled her over and pressed her directly into his arms: "Silly girl, no one knows that you are sitting on my lap."

He was a silly girl with a Hong Kong accent, which made Ling Luo's heart tremble, and somehow called this silly nickname nice.

Ling Luo, who had been coddling for a long time, sat obediently with him for nearly an hour. She couldn't understand any of the technical terms. When she was bored, she picked up a pen and started drawing on his desk. It happened that he just finished the meeting. , her words are also completed.

Chi Youxiao took a look at her painting, she painted him holding her at work, the mirror image was copied from the mirror opposite them.

I have to say that Arlo's paintings are very good and lifelike.

Ling Luo was a little sleepy, leaning against his arms and muttering in a daze: "It's over?"

Chi Youxiao carefully put away the A4 paper, and framed it when he had time.

"Yeah." He responded to her: "Go to sleep when you're tired, and I'll carry you down."

Thinking of the scene at the elevator door just now, Ling Luo regained his energy: "No, no, I'll go by myself."

Chi Youxiao glanced at the high heels lying on the ground: "Can you?"

Ling Luo looked at Hen Tiangao and sighed, of course not, but it was better than dying again.

She smiled slightly: "Yes."

Chi Youxiao followed her, sat her down on the sofa, and bent down to put on her shoes.

He was unhurried in his gestures, and he even did things like helping people put on shoes with great dignity.

Speaking of this, Ling Luo suddenly remembered what happened last night, and secretly cursed, men are all beasts in clothes.

"Who are you talking about?" Chi Youxiao raised his eyes, looking at her with a half-smile.

"what?"

Ling Luo reacted for a long time.

Didn't she speak her mind?
Guilty Ling Luo immediately withdrew his feet: "It's nothing, you heard it wrong."

"really?"

Chi Youxiao stared at her, as if trying to see through her.

Ling Luo felt very uncomfortable, and decided to take control: "Don't you know what you did to me last night?"

Finally, he snorted decently.

Chi Youxiao didn't speak, but just laughed, laughing until Ling Luo's heart was terrified.

"Don't laugh," she ordered.

Chi Youxiao immediately stopped laughing seriously, but broke the defense again in less than three seconds.

"You don't know what happened last night?"

"I... I'm broken!"

"Then let me recall it for you."