Dear President, take it easy

Even though they had done it many times, such a frank face-to-face meeting still made her very uncomfortable.

He approached her naturally, with shower gel on his hands, and gently applied it to her body bit by bit.

The soft, warm touch made her gasp.

After a long time, she lowered her chin in an exploratory manner, looked at him and said, "My lower face hurts... I can't do it anymore."

"Who's going to do it to you..." This woman, who regarded him as iron, had dark lines on her face, but she still spoke calmly.

"That's good."

"Turn around..." He moved his lips.

She turned around.

He rubbed the shower gel all over her back bit by bit, his movements were extremely gentle, and wherever he went, it was crisp|itch|unbearable|unbearable...

In the next second, he approached her, his chin pressed against her shoulder full of body wash, rubbed, bit her earlobe and said, "Is it comfortable..." His hands restlessly stretched from back to front, clasping her lips. Plump|full, kneading|kneading.

"Hmm..." She gasped, nodded, and poured water on her body.

He raised his lips, and gently held the water on her body, the warm water flowed down the delicate neck little by little...

"I'll do it myself." She stood up quickly, and the water splashed on his alluring face.

She stepped out of the bathtub barefoot, walked to the shower next to the bathtub, turned on the switch, and pointed at her body.

He supported the bathtub wall with one elbow, leaned there lazily, his playful eyes roved up and down on her beautiful figure, as if admiring a perfect work of art.

Ignoring his gaze, she quickly washed her body, took the bath towel from the wall, draped it over her body, frowned, and glared at him: "Sex | Embryo~!"

"If I'm not lustful, how can I let you die|go|live|come?" He moved his lips leisurely, looking at his back with a wicked smile on his face.

She said nothing, quickened her pace, and left...

She changed into a black silk nightgown and just climbed onto the bed when he came out of the bathroom.

At this moment, he still has a bath towel around his lower body |ban|, revealing the perfect lines of his upper body, with a refreshing air all over his body.

He slowly got on the bed, tore off the quilt, and squeezed in.

He waved his long arm naturally, and pulled her into his arms, brushing her eyelashes across his naked chest, and leaning her chin against him, she said: "By the way, you said that Liang Yi is your half-brother, Then who is his mother? He is only a student in the UK?"

Liang Bo lowered his head, looked at her lips that looked more tender under the light, and bit them directly.

"Hmm..." She pushed him repellently, out of breath, and said, "I'm asking you something serious."

"This is business too. Finish the kiss first, and I'll tell you the rest." He hooked his thin lips, and the two cool lips pressed against each other again, mixed with a faint mint smell.

The warm and wet tongue aggressively pried open her white teeth, drove straight in, and entangled her tongue.

His hands gently brushed every inch of her skin like sweeping dust on an antique.

It wasn't until she was about to suffocate that he let go of her, panting heavily, and hugged her.

"Can we talk now?" She asked, tucking the corner of the quilt.

He hugged her tightly again, resting his chin on the top of her hair, smelling the faint fragrance in her hair.

Sliding his hand from the neckline to her chest, grasping the ball of soft | soft, said: "His mother is Wan Lingling, my father's lover, his existence has always been a taboo in our family, so naturally few outsiders know about Liang There is a second young master in the family. Four years ago, despite Wan Lingling's objection, he resolutely went to England and entered the Royal Academy of Music, majoring in piano..."

"Just like that?"

"That's it...otherwise what else? Go to sleep, I'm tired."

Liang Bo soon fell asleep, but Qiao Weiwei couldn't fall asleep anyway. Before her eyes, there was always the cool look in her eyes when she was shot that night.

In other words, Liang Bo only knows that Liang Yi is a simple student, that he is a gentle and modest son, and doesn't know anything about Liang Yi...

What kind of medicine is sold in that Liangyi gourd, what is his real identity, and why would someone hunt him down...

Why does the person look the same before, and the person behind looks the same...

In the end, who is the real him...

There were so many questions in her mind, but she couldn't find the answer.

Qiao Weiwei was genuinely curious about the coolness.

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When he opened his eyes the next day, what caught his eyes was the handsome face on the top of his head that had been magnified several times.

Sunlight spilled in through the gaps in the curtains, streaming on his angular face.

She moved her sore body, moaned and wanted to stand up, but he pulled her back to her side forcefully.

"What are you doing……"

"Don't move, let me hug you." He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body, his hot breath sprayed on her sleepy face.

"I'm hungry... let's go down and eat."

"Hungry? Why don't I treat you to a lollipop?" He brought her hand to his lower body, a touch of ambiguity bloomed in his jet-black eyes.

How could she not understand the meaning of his words, her face immediately flushed to the base of her neck, and then she had a flash of inspiration, she curled her lips and said, "Okay... I will serve you today... ..."

As she said that, she moved her body and straddled|sat on him like he usually teases her.

Lifting his chin with fingers, he smiled charmingly and kissed him lightly.

Hand, pretending to skillfully tore off his bath towel, and held his still soft somewhere.

He folded his hands behind his head with interest, looked at the little woman pretending to be sophisticated on him, and waited for her next move...

The sweet lips slid to his earlobe, and she bit it like a gourd, licking lightly with the tip of her tongue, and slowly moving the hand attached to a certain place.

"Hmm...continue" he mumbled|hummed, the soft place grew bigger and bigger in her hands, and he raised his head.

He was intoxicated by the surprise she brought her, and when he couldn't extricate himself, she turned over and said "Go ahead!" and ran out of the room quickly, with a smug smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Woman...you..." He stood up slowly, looked at the direction she was leaving, his eyes were filled with fire.

"Shit!" His body had already been set on fire by her. At this moment, he only felt that a certain place was swollen and painful. He had no choice but to get out of bed, went into the bathroom, put cold water on it, and took a cold shower.

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Restaurant on the first floor

Sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, scattered in every corner of the restaurant.

A variety of breakfasts, including American and Chinese, are being placed on the large square white European-style dining table that can be seen.

Clean and neatly dressed maids stood on both sides of the dining table with respectful expressions on their faces.

Seeing Qiao Weiwei enter the restaurant, the lead maid opened the chair for Qiao Weiwei with a smile on her face, and said, "Miss Qiao, do you need to go up and ask Master Bo to come down for dinner?"