Beloved of Bossy President

When Beiming night opened the French window and came out, Beiming Liancheng was studying the radio in his hand. A pair of earphones were hanging in his ear. Even someone came out behind him, and he didn't seem to realize it.

Beiming night leaning on the French window, cold eyes fell on his back.

Finally still can't stand the lingchi of those two eyes, Beiming Liancheng breathed a breath and looked back at him.

The man by the French window, a loose robe tied in the body, under the moonlight, handsome face also showed a little sweat luster, a look to know just how much exercise.

The shrieks that people can't calm down seem to be still ringing in their ears, and the breath of Beiming Liancheng can't help but be confused. Especially after seeing the boss's sweaty face and short hair, the beautiful picture flashed in my mind, burning my heart hot but piercing cold.

In winter, the man who only wore thin pajamas stood on the balcony for more than an hour, and his clothes were already wet, all wet with hot sweat.

He doesn't know what to say. It seems that at this time, everything is superfluous.

"She asked you to come?" The northern night finally opened, and his eyes fell on his radio.

Beiming Liancheng couldn't help looking behind him, but the curtain had been hanging down, and he couldn't see anything inside.

"I'm asleep." North night indifferent way.

There was something unspeakable in Beiming Liancheng's heart. He could hear all the movements of the woman just now, but it was the eldest woman.

"I have no time to go out, you have..." He felt that it was necessary for him to explain that if it was just the object of the boss's play, it would be all right. However, it was obvious that the name was not.

Beiming night's eyes are always locked in his hands on the radio, what is that girl thinking? At this time, how can Beiming Liancheng just want to ask him for help?

He's not a fool, and he's not totally unaware of her.

She's been avoiding him. She doesn't want to be close to him at all.

"She said it was something called Jinghua." He handed the radio to him, and Beiming Liancheng couldn't stay any longer. "Although it hasn't been repaired, I just put it on the top."

Although, even if put on the maximum volume, still can't stop those disorderly voices fall into his ears, but, he has no other way.

Beiming night does not speak, watching people walk by him, before Beiming Liancheng goes in, he says coldly: "pay attention to your eyes."

Beiming Liancheng immediately lowered his head, almost staring at his toes, strode out.

Fortunately, the girl fell asleep, otherwise, how embarrassing this scene should be.

When the door was closed again, Beiming night pulled the French window up and went back to the bed, looking at the girl who was still sleeping.

All day long, her behavior is absolutely unusual!

Does she know something?

Staring at her sleeping face for a long time, he suddenly picked up the mobile phone on the head cabinet. Regardless of the fact that it was late at night, he dialed the number of Yi Tang: "check for me, where are the girls today?" After leaving Beiming night's room, Beiming Liancheng almost fled back to his room, and then forced the door to close, or even lock.

He didn't know what he was thinking. What he was thinking was not the anger of the boss and the embarrassment when a woman woke up tomorrow, but the gasps that people couldn't forget

It's not that he has never heard the voice of women. There are few films in a man's life. He is not really a normal man, but he always deleted those films immediately after he saw them, because there is no satisfactory scene for him.

He didn't find anything attractive about a woman's cry, but tonight

He climbed the messy short hair in front of his forehead and looked at the wall clock at random. It was almost twelve o'clock.

I went to the bedside and sat down. I didn't know how long I had sat down before I fell down.

He wanted to sleep, but as soon as his eyes closed, all he could see were scenes of women being pressed by men.

That voice, without any modification, without half false, is all real and natural.

With a little cry of hoarseness, she clearly wants to refuse, but can't resist the man's strong power. Several times, she wants to remind the man that there is another man here, but the man does not allow her to call another man's name in her bed.

If he had broken out at that time, would he not be so worried now?

However, when I went out at that time, would I see two people in rags? Boss's woman, he doesn't want to see it!

He thought wildly, but couldn't sleep. As time went by, for two or three hours in a row, his consciousness was still very clear.

Finally, Beiming Liancheng lay down on the bed, full of pictures of men and women crazy entanglement. At the thought of her cry and her fragile resistance, her heart beat wildly again and again, so that she could hardly bear it.

When he got up from the bed, he looked up and saw that there were three bottles of unopened red wine on the wine shelf not far away. He didn't even want to think about it. He went to the wine shelf, took out a screwdriver, opened the bottle and poured it in.He poured three bottles of red wine at a time, but he was not drunk at all. Beiming Liancheng was upset and wanted to go downstairs to get two more bottles. However, he was discouraged when he thought that he had to go through the boss's door to go downstairs.

He has lived for 25 years. He has never been as restless as he was tonight. In the past, he has even seen a woman take off her skin and seduce her boss. He doesn't even want to take a look at it. It's never the same thing.

Although, the end of that woman is to be stripped and thrown into the street, which is different from that girl

Not knowing what he was thinking, he went back to bed and closed his eyes.

The clock was still moving slowly from midnight to early morning, and I could smell the smell of dawn. It was more than two hours later, and then I was in a daze. Finally, I took advantage of the wine and went to sleep.

I don't know if it's because of drinking. Even when he fell asleep, he always felt that his body was unusually hot. The quilt was getting hotter and hotter, which made him feel that his breathing was not smooth.

Impatiently, he reached out to pull the quilt off. Unexpectedly, he reached out his big hand and touched the soft hand.

He didn't even open his eyelids, so he leaned over subconsciously.

Soft little guy, trembling gently, shrinks into his arms. Beiming Liancheng can't see what she looks like, but knows it's a woman.

A woman, now lying in his arms

If her skin was not so soft that he was reluctant to let go, if it was not for her elegant fragrance that made him feel more and more intoxicated, he would not hesitate to throw her to the ground.

However, her body is really soft and warm, her taste is so good

Everything, even better than he imagined, beautiful to let him not only reluctant to let go, and even, want to be closer to her.

A turn over completely driven by self-consciousness, people have been completely under his pressure