Dear President, take it easy

With one hand, he was attached to the plump place, kneading constantly, and with the other hand, he grabbed her hand and intersected his fingers.

"are you ready……"

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered | body forcefully and squeezed into her body. With both hands, he held down her wrist domineeringly and rushed | fiercely.

She clutched the bed sheet tightly with both hands, biting her lower lip hard to prevent herself from moaning.

"Call out, dear..." He seductively said with that charming voice.

"Ah~~ don't..." Her voice was almost squeezed out from between her lips.

He hooked his thin lips and quickened his movements.

"Ah~~~~"

"Hmm~~~~"

"Hmm~~~~"

She couldn't hold back her rationality anymore, she moaned louder and louder.

"Crack..." The door was slowly pushed open, and the whole room also turned from darkness to light. The men and women who were immersed in the orgasm looked at Qiao Moli, who had her hand frozen on the switch at the door.

"Get out!" He ordered coldly, and shot Qiao Moli with sharp eyes like a sword, as if to pierce her through, but the movements under him did not stop.

Qiao Weiwei hooked her hands around Liang Thin's neck, raised her chin lightly, and there was a smug smile on the corner of her mouth...

Qiao Weiwei knows that Qiao Moli must be in a bad mood seeing the person she likes flirting with her on the bed|cloud|overwhelm|rain on the bed...

Looking at Qiao Moli's pale and disappointed face, she felt a sudden pleasure in her heart...

Reincarnation of the world, karma.

It would not be a bad idea for Chen Bihua's daughter to experience the pain Chen Bihua put on her mother...

"Boom..." The next second, Qiao Moli closed the door in a panic and disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

"Come on, let's continue..." She smiled charmingly, and the strength of hooking his neck tightened again.

With the help of the bright light, she finally saw his alluring face clearly.

"Hmm~~~~"

"Ah~~~~"

Her voice became more and more high-pitched as his movements became heavier.

It's rare for Liang Bo to see her so passionate, so naturally, she works harder.

Outside the door, Qiao Moli was leaning against the cold wall, listening to Qiao Weiwei's hard-working cry inside, her hands involuntarily clenched into fists, her long royal blue nails were deeply embedded in her palms.

She hates it so much, if there is no Qiao Weiwei, she should be the one who is with Liangbo now.

It should be her who is tossing and turning Cheng En under Liang Bo now.

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next day

The slight pain on her forehead woke Qiao Weiwei up.

Opening her eyes, she found that Liang Bo was leaning sideways, gently stroking her bruised place where Chen Bihua had hit her with a spoon.

Originally, there was no trace last night, but this morning, a bruise was swollen on that smooth forehead.

"Ah...it hurts." She frowned and complained.

"How did you do it? Accidentally touched it? Or who hit it?" The movements of his hands were obviously more gentle.

"Chen Bihua... But. I also hit her later, and I even brought a bowl of rice, and hit her directly in the face!" Thinking of the moment when she hit Chen Bihua last night, Qiao Weiwei's mood became brighter, and she was in high spirits. The narrator's own feats.

"Good fight, why don't you hit it a few more times?" He said lightly, with appreciation for Qiao Weiwei in his eyes.

That's what he likes about this woman. He will never hide his love and hatred, and he will avenge every revenge.

"Pfft...you are even more ruthless. That blow from me is enough for her." She turned sideways, hooked his neck, and smiled.

He took advantage of the situation and turned over, pressed her under him and said, "Clean up, let's go back to Dream Garden."

"Isn't your mother back? I don't want to go there."

"Then, go to my apartment. Good morning kiss." There was no room for rejection in his tone.

In the next second, his scorching hot lips were pressed down, blocking all her words...

It took a long time before he let go of her, and the two of them were out of breath.

"If it wasn't for the fact that last night was too intense, and I was afraid that you couldn't bear to bleed again, I would have entered you without hesitation..." He pressed her, and his strong chest muscles squeezed her softly.

"I'm going to take a shower..."

"Together……"

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"Hey, Xiaonian, send me a set of clothes to Qiao's residence."

After taking a bath, she sat on the soft big bed with a bath towel around her waist, propped her hands on the bed, and looked with interest at Qiao Weiwei who was applying makeup and powder in front of the huge full-length mirror.

She was dressed in a royal blue long-sleeved one-piece miniskirt, which made her skin whiter and smoother, and the tight and slim design that wrapped her hips perfectly set off her beautiful figure.

His scorching eyes continued to flow on her thighs, gradually becoming scorching|hot.

Through the mirror, she saw his malicious eyes, gave him a blank look, and quickly drew eyeliner.

He got up slowly, walked towards her with elegant and slender steps, hugged her from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" She just finished drawing the eyeliner at this moment, threw the eyeliner on the dressing table casually, grabbed his two wrists around her waist, and said.

"Just to hug you..." His chin kept rubbing against her shoulder, and his hot breath sprayed on her earlobe.

"Okay, don't do it this morning. That's what you said."

"Who said I would do it..." He opened his mouth and bit her earlobe, and said ambiguously.

Qiao Weiwei continued to apply the lip gloss evenly with her hands...

His hands were restlessly kneading the soft spot of her chest.

After confirming that the makeup was exquisite and correct, Qiao Weiwei turned around, stood on tiptoe, hooked his neck, and said, "Qiao's shares, you..."

"As long as you are obedient, I can transfer all those to your name today."

"You are using your financial resources to force me to submit." She complained, looking up at him.

"So what...do you have an opinion?"

Who dares to have an opinion on him, huh...

"Dong dong dong..." A knock on the door interrupted the conversation between the two.

Qiao Weiwei let go of her coldness and said, "Please come in."

The door opened slowly, and outside the door, a young man with a bag with the Armani logo on it came in respectfully, nodded at Qiao Weiwei, and said, "Miss Qiao."

Afterwards, he handed the bag in his hand to Liang Bo with both hands, and said, "Master Bo, I bought you the clothes you asked for."

"Well... that's fine, you can go."

"Yes!"

After Xiao Nian left, Liang Bo changed into the black shirt and Armani black suit that Xiao Nian bought, took Qiao Weiwei by the hand, and dragged Qiao Weiwei's suitcase downstairs.

Downstairs, the sun filled the entire hall, and the soft music sounded in the air.

Chen Bihua was sitting in front of the TV, practicing yoga along with the TV, when he saw Liang Bo stopped, sat on the ground, and said, "Liang Bo, I'm leaving now, don't you stay for breakfast?"

"No." Liang Bo said coldly.

Regarding Chen Bihua's beating of Qiao Weiwei, he was holding his breath in his heart, so naturally he didn't give Chen Bihua any good looks.

Chen Bihua watched the two leave, gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "Fox|raccoon|fine."

After going out, Qiao Weiwei and Liang Bo walked to the dazzling black Bugatti Veyron at the door.

Qiao Weiwei got into the car first, and sat in the passenger seat. Liang Bo put the suitcase behind the back seat of the car, got into the car as well, and drove quickly all the way to his apartment.

"Beep..." In his pocket, the phone kept vibrating. Liang Bo took out the phone and glanced at it, only to see an unfamiliar number on the screen constantly beating...