CEO addicted to tricking me

Lolo blinked, took the bowl and put the food in her mouth, and returned to the original state.

After eating the meal, Ming Ling took Su Nuan and the children to the Civil Affairs Bureau to solve the problem of household registration.

And then I went home.

Su wennuan cooks in the kitchen. Mingling accompanies the children in the living room. The children are playing. Mingling is on the phone and doesn't know who to call.

When Su wennuan sat down and brought the food out, mingling had already finished calling. He was reading a magazine while the children were playing by themselves.

"It's dinner..." Su said gently with a smile on her face.

Mingling got up and carried a child to the dining table. Su wennuan went to take another child to the table. A family of four was eating a meal made by Su's own hands in this not so big house. The two children were very wordy. After a while, you and I said something that adults didn't understand.

The meal was very satisfying and warm.

The next morning's plane, in the evening, Su wennuan coaxed the children to sleep. She went back to her room. Mingling was lying on her bed, playing with her mobile phone.

Su wennuan walks over and sits on the bed. He looks closer to him, but sees that he is reading the news on his mobile phone, or financial news.

Su wennuan turned her lips and said, "Ming Ling, do you usually only watch news?" It's so boring to just look at things related to data.

"No Ming Ling answers casually.

Su wennuan asked, "what else do you see?" Does he watch TV series and some funny jokes?

"Text messages." Ming Ling replied.

Su wennuan: I lost it to him.

Why do you watch such boring things when you play with your mobile phone.

Su went to bed warm, pulled the quilt to cover himself, half of his body fell on his body, looked at his mobile phone, saw those boring numbers on his mobile phone screen, she felt dizzy, "do you usually don't watch some entertainment programs?"

"What show?" Ming Ling is brushing his mobile phone while talking.

"It's just like some variety shows, some funny programs, and TV plays. It's very pleasant to pass the time." Su wennuan said, usually she likes to watch those programs, will make her laugh.

Ming Ling side looked at her, "those stars boring money making activities, nothing to see." He said it in a very boring way.

Su was warm and suddenly wanted to understand.

It's also true. For someone who is taller than a star and more famous than a star, it's easy for him to meet any star.

Moreover, he is very familiar with the lives and rules of those stars, and he also knows the inside story of those programs.

In his eyes, those programs are used to entertain the common people. They are just activities that stars deliberately make fun of in order to make money. What he sees is not entertainment, but the smell of copper.

Su wennuan was blocked by a word from him, but she still felt that it was too boring for him to read the financial news of these rows of data all day long.

Work shouldn't be the only thing in life.

She took his cell phone.

Ming Ling looks back at her.

Su wennuan found the software market with his mobile phone in his arms. "I'll download a cell phone button for you, and then download a microblog." Su said, naturally.

Ming Ling sat up, deep eyes no mood, just light looking at her playing with his mobile phone.

After su wennuan downloaded and installed it, she turned her head and handed him her mobile phone, "well, log in your buttons and micro blog as well..."

Ming Ling took a look at her, saw her water and crystal clear eyes looking forward to looking at him, he had to say a let her down, "none."

"Ah?" Su wennuan was surprised, "nothing? No QQ and microblog? " Su wennuan asked again.

"Well." Ming Ling naturally responded.

"Er..." Su wennuan is a little confused. As a modern person, he doesn't even have QQ to drink microblog.

"What do you usually use to communicate with your subordinates?" Su wennuan is surprised to ask a way, still feel inconceivable.

“MSN。” Ming Ling refers to these letters.

Su wennuan is to understand, "well, in fact, now MSN is lagging behind, I'll help you register a QQ number."

With that, Su wennuan takes his mobile phone back and plays with it.

Ming Ling was not interested in those things, only interested in her. He sat up straight, stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, and let his strong chest feel her soft back.

"How many passwords do you want to set?" Su wennuan registered and asked, "Oh, don't interrupt..." She is helping him register, but his head is buried in her back neck, rubbing her skin, she is ticklish shrink neck.

Ming Ling's thin lips, which were slightly cold, kissed her skin, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "casually...""It's not casual. There's no random password. Oh, don't do this. Set the password quickly and quickly..." Su wennuan is tickled by him. She shrinks her neck to avoid him and hands him her mobile phone.

Ming Ling did not reach out to pick it up, but has been rubbing her skin, his face slightly with some stubble, rub Su's warm neck some tingling and itching.

"Do it for me..." Ming Ling's voice became more and more hoarse, and her lips lingered on her.

Her skin was so soft that he couldn't put it down.

Su wennuan had no choice but to take her mobile phone back and set her own password. She pressed it a few times. While playing with his mobile phone, she said, "the password of your QQ number is the same as the password of microblog. It's my birthday. Please remember it."

While saying that, he helped him with the drumming and allowed Ming Ling to do whatever he wanted on her body. His big palm also stretched out in front of her. She only played with her mobile phone and didn't care about him.

After registering, she will login his mobile phone QQ and microblog. First, she can find her own microblog on the microblog, and then click to pay attention.

Later, he returned to his mobile phone QQ and added his QQ number.

After finishing, she took her mobile phone, ready to agree to add him as a friend.

"Gee..." She just points to the page of mobile phone plus friends, and before she agrees, Ming Ling has already pushed her to the bed. Su wennuan exclaims, caught off guard.

Ming Ling seized her mobile phone and threw it aside, "don't play."

"Oh, my mobile phone..." Su wennuan wants to finish the last step and reaches for it. Mingling bypasses her hand, puts her mobile phone on the tea table, presses her, and reaches for the button of her clothes.

Su wennuan didn't move, but she pouted, "Why are you so anxious..." She hasn't made friends yet