A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

"Well... isn't he... working hard..."

The voice was broken, Ye Jiaojiao groaned fondly, and closed her eyes as if enjoying herself.

Do your best to present the side of yourself that can please men the most.

"Then try harder, baby!"

The man whispered in Ye Jiaojiao's ear, his fat belly pressed against her delicately made-up face, he grabbed her by the hair, adjusted his posture, and continued to come in and out without aesthetic feeling.

Half an hour later, Ye Jiaojiao put on her clothes, and said something coquettishly in the man's ear, in exchange for a loud laugh from the man.

Immediately, the man took out a blank check and handed it over.

"Baby, take it and buy something you like."

As soon as the words fell, a fat hand landed on her hip-wrapping skirt, caressing and wandering dishonestly towards the bottom of the skirt.

"Oh... I hate it!"

Ye Jiaojiao twisted her waist to avoid the man's hand.

A trace of disgust flashed across his eyes, quickly and without leaving a trace.

"Little fairy!"

Not succeeding, the man slapped her hard buttocks.

Then he waved his hand and let her go.

The tall and tall secretary outside the door saw Ye Jiaojiao coming out, and immediately took her to the elevator entrance respectfully.After she got on the elevator, she turned back and opened the door to enter the room.

The air in the room is exhausted, which makes people daydream.

But the secretary, who had long been used to the strangeness, walked in calmly, but his expression was slightly nervous.

"boss!"

"How is it, has anyone caught it?"

The secretary looked up. The man wrapped in a bathrobe raised his voice slightly, and gave a tense and solemn answer: "Sorry boss, the subordinates are not good at work, and people ran away."

"Run away?! Are you pigs? There are so many people, you can't even catch a little girl! You are so stupid!"

Cursing angrily, the man picked up the ashtray in his hand and threw it at the secretary.

The secretary did not hide, but stood still.

Despite the bloody hot stream winding down from the forehead and dripping down the chin, he didn't make a sound.

But in those seemingly calm eyes, there are turbulent waves surging.

The storm is coming...

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"Ding--"

The elevator reaches the sixteenth floor.

Holding Bao Jinghan who seemed to be asleep, Lu Yan got off the elevator and approached the door.

He put her down lightly, and put his arms around her waist to make her stand still.

Free one hand to reach for the key.

But even so, it still woke up the little drunk cat who had finally fallen asleep.

"Well……"

Leaning weakly in Lu Yan's arms, Bao Jinghan stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, half-squinting, staring at the door in front of him.

He asked in a daze, "Where is this...?"

"my home."

Opening the door, Lu Yan embraced her and walked into the room.

Just as he was about to turn on the light, he felt a hand wrap around his neck.

"You... want to do... bad things?"

Bao Jinghan, who can't speak easily, wobbled on Lu Yan's body on tiptoe.

The scorching breath sprayed on his cheeks.

Like a spreading fire, it burned quickly.

Cause an evil fire somewhere.

Straightening her body, Lu Yan suppressed the heat on her body, and reached out to touch the switch.

He laughed secretly in his heart—this tormenting little goblin was simply testing his self-control ability!

Turn on the lights.

Visual regression.

Lu Yan's eyes collided with her slightly drunken eyes.

Charming, enchanting.

Her talking eyes were covered with a layer of confusion, but they were alluring, as if with just one glance, they could take away half of the soul of a man with poor self-control!

Just to die for!