President, don't mess around

Feng Zhiming sat on the sofa, with his legs crossed naturally, looking at Ling Yanyan who was sitting on the side, she had been up for 3 minutes, but she kept silent, "Ling Yanyan, come to me What is it?" He decided to break the silence.

Ling Yanyan kept twisting her hands, she was very disturbed.

"Can you stop embarrassing Minghao?" Ling Yanyan thought of many ways how to speak, but she asked so directly and straightforwardly without any hint of tact.

"Did I make things difficult for him?" Feng Zhiming looked at her and asked her back with a blank expression, Ling Yanyan was startled, "I can do whatever you want me to do, just please don't make things difficult for him," she understood Yes, no matter what he did, it was because of himself.Because he hates himself.

"You can really do anything for him?" Feng Zhiming's voice paused slightly, "How much do you love him?"

Ling Yanyan raised her eyes to meet his deep eyes, "That's right! Let me do whatever you want."

She has dragged Li Minghao a lot, now, she should do something for him.

"What if I make you kneel down and beg me?" Feng Zhiming's voice was cold, without a trace of warmth, which chilled her, and chilled himself even more.

Ling Yanyan nodded, "Yes." She pressed her pink lips tightly.Getting up from the sofa, he knelt down without any hesitation, "Please, don't make things difficult for him." There was distress and sadness in his eyes.

"It seems that you really love him and are willing to kneel down to me for him, but what I want more is you." Feng Zhiming squatted in front of her, keeping her eye level.

Ling Yanyan moved back reflexively, shaking her head non-stop.

"Are you afraid?" Feng Zhiming felt even more dissatisfied with her unconscious retreat.

"No." Ling Yanyan stabilized her body and looked at him.

"It's fine if you're not afraid," as soon as he finished speaking, he put his hands on her shoulders, knelt down on the plush carpet, and moved his face closer, and kissed her before she had any reaction.

Ling Yanyan didn't refuse, and she couldn't refuse either. The current Feng Zhiming is like a demon in hell. The more she resists, the less he will let her go easily.

Feng Zhiming was very satisfied with her reaction, and both of them fell on the plush carpet in front of the sofa, pressed her softly under him, and deepened the kiss.

Ling Yanyan felt his body temperature, felt his breath, why didn't these things change, but he did.

Tears rolled down unconsciously, she was really heartbroken, so she didn't resist, she put her arms around his back, making the two of them stick closer.

And he just kissed her lips, her smooth forehead, her pretty nose, and her pink cheeks, kissing away the tears on her face, her tears deeply hurt his heart.

"Be my woman! Just be my woman!" His sexy thin lips said in her ear, nibbling her small earlobe, she is such a sensitive little thing, even such a small intimacy Every move can make her gasp again and again.

Ling Yanyan didn't speak, but just snuggled against his chest quietly, and the two of them lay on the carpet like this, in an extremely ambiguous posture.

After a long time, Feng Zhiming picked her up and strode towards the lounge. There was a huge double bed, black sheets, black quilt cover, which formed a strong contrast with Ling Yanyan's white.

"Please me." Ling Yanyan shrank to the side of the bed, looked at Feng Zhiming, he asked her to please him?

Her hesitation made Feng Zhiming get closer to her, "Don't want to? Then you leave and wait for Li's company to disappear from now on!" He threatened her despicably.

His threat was successful, Ling Yanyan approached him, her small pale hands climbed onto his chest, she reached out and unbuttoned the crystal buttons of his black silk shirt, one by one until the last one, her lips were jerky She kissed his solid chest and gradually moved down. She had completely aroused his desire for fire, but she stopped, raised her innocent eyes, and looked at him, "then What?" Three words spit out from tender lips.

Feng Zhiming pushed her down on the bed, "Don't you know what to do next? Huh?" Will he believe it?Didn't he always think she was a flirtatious woman, "Do you think it's interesting to pretend to be innocent with me?" Since she loves to pretend, let him take the lead.

Grabbed her little hand, let her hold the already stiff man's symbol under her through her pants, and did not allow her to flinch, but he lifted her skirt gently and caressed her She unbuttoned her underwear and tore off her underwear. Her sexy thin lips nibbled on her soft chest through the thin fabric.

She bowed her body sensitively, and walked towards him, "Zhiming, Zhiming." Ling Yanyan called his name forgetfully.

Feng Zhiming raised the corners of his lips, very satisfied with her reaction, the fit between the two is evidence of their love.

The lounge with the door not closed was full of beauty, the man's heavy panting and the woman's soft panting filled the entire room.

Wang Xueyi knocked on the door, but did not hear any response from Feng Zhiming. She opened the door and walked into his office. Seeing that there was no one in the office, she was about to leave the office. When she turned around, she saw the white laptop that fell on the ground. bag, walked over to pick it up, she knew this bag, it belonged to Ling Yanyan.

And the voice from the lounge made Wang Xueyi's face turn pale in an instant. She is not a fool, how could she not know what kind of scene was going on in the lounge, and there was pain in her eyes that could not be concealed. Her husband How can she not feel sad when she is flirting with other women in the office?

Will love disappear in endless pain?Or, it is not true love at all, but everything is based on interests.

Wang Xueyi turned around and walked out of his office, closed the door again, with her back against the door, Feng Zhiming, how could you do this?After so many years, don't you have a little place for me in your heart?

He slid down the door and sat down on the clean floor.

Li Rui walked in from the outside, and saw Wang Xueyi's face was as white as a sheet of paper, and she was sitting by the door. "Miss Xueyi."

Wang Xueyi heard his voice, stood up, and left the office on the top floor.

Li Rui saw her resentment in her eyes, and couldn't help being shocked.

And in the lounge, after all the fun, Feng Zhiming hugged Ling Yanyan, he took possession of her again and again, releasing his desire in her body again and again, when he met her, he was like a young man in love, All desires will be aroused by her.

Ling Yanyan was covered in fine sweat, she was so tired that she didn't have much strength to face him, but she didn't forget the purpose of her visit this time, "Do you hate me?" She asked softly, "You Must hate me."

Feng Zhiming listened to what she said, but didn't answer her. Does he hate her?Even he himself doesn't know.