Dear President, take it easy

"He just didn't play enough, wait until he is like me, if he has played enough, it will be fine."

The cool words were neither light nor serious, but they left a deep hole in Qiao Weiwei's heart.

Qiao Weiwei picked up a piece of sesame candy on the table, took a bite, and didn't speak.

She knew that his so-called enough fun was only temporary.

One day, when he gets tired of her, he will still return to his previous appearance.

She thought that she didn't have that kind of breathtaking charm, and she couldn't catch the man in front of her that all women dreamed of.

"Come here, by my side." He patted the place beside him and said to her, his tone still not allowing others to refuse.

Qiao Weiwei got up as she said, walked to him and sat down.

As soon as he pulled his long arm, she got closer to him, so close that she could hear each other's breathing clearly,

The two of them hugging and hugging in full view of everyone naturally aroused the envy and hatred of the women present.

With a smile in his eyes, he looked up and down the little woman in front of him. She was dressed in a snow-white ballet costume, which just perfectly set off her seductive figure. His tone of voice was the bulge on his chest, which made him even more angry. Spray | Zhang, somewhere in the sleeping place of the lower body, there is gradually a reaction.

This woman is born with such abilities, even if he just glances at her, his body will naturally react to her...

"Next, are you ready?" He tugged at his tie, and then put his fingers to her earlobe, playing with her small earlobe.

Her earlobes are always bright and dark, and when he teased her like this, she immediately took a deep breath and said, "It's much better. Er..."

"We haven't done it for several days, I miss you..." Such ambiguous words, uttered from his mouth, only added a little different flavor.

"Master Bo, this is a public place..."

"Downstairs is a public place, and there are plenty of private spaces upstairs. Come with me..." He got up with a smirk, not allowing her to refuse, and pulled her up by the way, and walked upstairs with his arms in his arms.

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Presidential Suite No. 068 on the [-]th floor.

In the European-style palace-style suite, the fiery | hot breath can't go away.

On the exquisite milky white sofa, Qiao Weiwei looked blurred without a trace, her hands propped her back on the sofa, her legs were naturally arched, and a face that could be broken by blows and bullets had long since turned into a ripe one. apples.

Already dressed | disheveled | half-kneeling beside her legs, his head buried deep in her secret | garden | garden.

"Hmm~~~~"

"Ah~~~~"

The movements of his tongue were light and sometimes heavy, which made her want to stop.

Legs, involuntarily hooked around his neck, just wanting more.

When she was deeply immersed in it, he let go of her, got up, released a part of himself that was still asleep, and said to her, "It's your turn..." There was a bit of expectation in his eyes, a little ambiguous.

She got up unhurriedly, half-knelt on the sofa, wrapped her arms around his waist, held|holding it, carefully kissed, lick|licked...

"Eh..." He snorted|hummed, grabbed her head directly, and sent the stupid|stupid|wanting|moving part into her throat|throat, one deep and one shallow...

After a long time, he let go of her, and the cloudy white liquid sprayed on her soft plumpness.

He squatted down, looked at her slightly red face, and took a few tissues from the delicate crystal coffee table behind him with his backhand to wipe her clean.

In the next second, he picked her up, strode towards the big|bed behind the sofa, and said, "The pre-play is over, and it's time to get straight to the point..."

She hooked his neck weakly with both hands, and her whole body almost turned into a puddle of water.

The beige big bed was extremely soft, the two of them fell into it together, and the big bed sank into a large piece naturally.

He half-kneeled beside her, quickly took off all the clothes on his body, pressed|pressed up, raised his head and hoped to squeeze into her already wet secret garden again.

"Um……"

"Ah~~..."

The pink nails were deeply embedded in his back, leaving eye-catching scratches on the smooth skin...

When yu was about to die, a warm current spread through her body...

He left her and rolled over, panting.

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Downstairs, music is still flying.

Sun Xiaoran, who had been courteous with many bigwigs in the entertainment circle, walked slowly to the sofa where Liang Bo had just sat and sat down, and touched the place where his elbow had just rested with his hand.

Sitting here, she seemed to be able to smell his breath, the faint smell of tobacco mixed with the extremely light mint perfume.

She involuntarily took out her mobile phone, logged on to Sina Weibo, and posted a selfie of herself, with a line of text: "Emotion in a second"

"Xiaoran... why are you sitting here alone?" Ou Xiangbei sat beside Sun Xiaoran carelessly, putting his arms around her shoulders, and smiling.

There was a strong smell of alcohol on his body, and there was a bit of drunkenness in his eyes.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired. Why, have you finished dealing with the girls around you?" Sun Xiaoran moved the hand on his shoulder and said.

"It's just for fun anyway." He leaned his drowsy head on Sun Xiaoran's shoulder and said.

"By the way, is that Weiwei the official girlfriend of Master Bo, or...as rumored outside, just a lover?"

"Why, are you interested in Liangbo?" Ou Xiangbei asked.

Inadvertently, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the hall.

At this moment, Zhou Chuyu was walking straight into the hall holding Su Qingcheng's footsteps.

Today's Su Qingcheng is wearing a dark blue suit with a gray shirt and a dark blue tie. He looks handsome and stable.

Standing with Zhou Chuyu like this, he seems to be very suitable, and even his aura is surprisingly in tune.

It was that undergrown kid again, Ou Xiangbei, muttering in his heart, then staggered to his feet, left Sun Xiaoran behind, and strode towards Su Qingcheng, blocking Zhou Chuyu and Su Qingcheng's progress.

"Su...Mr. Su..." Afterwards, he pulled Zhou Chuyu to his side, hugged Zhou Chuyu's shoulder, looked at Su Qingcheng with drunken eyes, and lightly tapped Su Qingcheng's shoulder with his fingers.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhou Chuyu muttered in a low voice and wanted to push him away, but he hugged her even tighter, with a naughty smile still on his face.

"Mr. Ou, you're welcome, just call me Qingcheng..." Su Qingcheng stretched out his hand towards Ou Xiangbei in a friendly manner, and when his eyes fell on Ou Xiangbei's hand on Zhou Chuyu's shoulder, his brows tightened.

"Su...Mr. Su, do you like Chu Yu?" Ou Xiangbei went straight to the point, but staggered all the time.