Misunderstanding the unspoken rules of the president

In the evening, Xia Xia came to the presidential suite of the hotel with a blank expression on her face. Well, let me see what kind of tricks you, Zhou Han, are playing!

"Put on this dress!" Zhou Han glanced at Xia Xia. The rigid black suit was as ugly as it could be. Fortunately, he planned ahead and ordered her size clothes early.

"Why do you need to change clothes?! Don't you want to work?" Xia Xia looked at Zhou Han, "If you think it's nonsense, you don't have to answer, then, I'm leaving and I won't work overtime!"

"There is a dinner party at night, and I don't want to bring a woman who can't be put on the stage," Zhou Han straightened his suit, "It's demeaning!"

"Didn't you make an appointment with Teresa, where is she?" Xia Xia looked around.

"I can't stand the smell on her body. It was arranged by you. If she is not qualified, I will use you!" Zhou Han sneered, which was a matter of course.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault," Xia Xia didn't want to argue with him, and went into the bedroom with her clothes.

Xia Xia took off the suit on her body, and before she had time to put on the clothes prepared by Zhou Han, the door was suddenly opened, and it was Zhou Han.

"What are you doing?!" Xia Xia went crazy.

Zhou Han didn't speak, he pulled Xia Xia over and pressed her under his body, his eyes were full of anger, he clasped Xia Xia's hand on top of his head with both hands, and kissed her rudely, without any warmth, just like a head Desperate beast!

"Pervert..." Xia Xia scolded, but her lips were blocked by Zhou Han.

Zhou Han moved her lips away so that she could breathe, and sucked her neck back and forth, still without any emotion.

"Zhou Han, what's the matter with you?" Xia Xia was terrified, knowing that Zhou Han was uncertain these days, but she had never seen Zhou Han like this before, and she began to try to chat with him, "Let go of me, what's wrong with you?" Let's talk about it, what's wrong?!" Xia Xia panicked, "Is it... because of Xia Qingyou?" She boldly guessed.

Sure enough, Zhou Han didn't move, and his eyes became clearer, "How do you know?"

Sure enough, "Didn't she call you last time? I remember it was Xia Qingyou!" Xia Xia could only say this, and she didn't dare to say anything else.

"Yeah!" Zhou Han responded, and then continued to kiss Xia Xia. He really wanted to kiss her, he really wanted to hug her and talk about the pain buried deep in his heart.

"Zhou Han..." Xia Xia tried to make him stop, Zhou Han kissed her lips again to prevent her from speaking, and pried open her white teeth with his tongue, sucking her beauty.

No matter how Zhou Han treats her, she will always surrender under his kiss. She hates herself like this, feels so humble, and can't help feeling a little fear in her heart, I won't love Zhou Han!

At this moment, Zhou Han's cell phone rang, so he had no choice but to stop, impatiently took it out of his pocket, and pressed the call button casually, "Hello, Yifeng!"

"Zhou Han, I'm here!" Yang Yifeng said on the other end of the phone, "Are you with Xia Xia?"

"We'll come down right away!"

Zhou Han hung up the phone and got up, "Hurry up and change your clothes, I'll wait for you outside!" He walked towards the door, stopped again, without looking back, "Xia Xia, don't ask anything later!"

"Oh…"

Which Xia Xia was Yang Yifeng talking about just now?Is it me or Xia Qingyou?What kind of person is this Xia Qingyou?Why did you abandon Zhou Han?What do you want to do when you come back now?Xia Xia was full of doubts.

It seemed that the answer was about to be revealed, and there was no rush, so she hurriedly changed into her clothes.