Dark husband, come to the bowl

Lina emphasized what she had just said.

Qian Manman wanted to say something, but she couldn't stand it. She hung up the phone decisively, and then she sat on the sofa, feeling worse than death.

Lina smiles and takes away her cell phone. Then she looks at the terrible man. She smiles a few times and goes to the bathroom. She comes out with a wet towel to wipe Nangong Junyu's face.

"Manman... Wife..." Nangong Junyu felt that someone was touching him. In his dream, he thought it was Qian Manman, and he held out his hand and refused to let go.

"President, come on!" Seeing Nangong Junyu holding her hand and refusing to let go, she gave a few coquettish whines.

The more Linna struggles, the tighter Nangong Junyu grabs. At last, when he pulls, Linna falls down on him. The man's hand strongly embraces him. His hand swims around her, and his mouth keeps calling Qian Manman's name.

Linna doesn't say anything. She lets Nangong Junyu treat her as Qian Manman. She has always been a proud person. Many people want to support her, but she doesn't like it. This time, she is willing to be Nangong Junyu's woman.

When the man is drunk, he becomes a doll at the mercy of others. Linna teases the man with superb skill. When she is half undressed, she takes out her mobile phone and takes a picture of this moment. Nangong Junyu's hand is on her strong chest

A drunken man, a scheming woman, a lonely man and few women together in a room, the final occurrence is nothing more than a result.

Night, very ambiguous, misty

When Nangong Junyu woke up the next day, he was a fool.

He looked at the secretary who was not wearing anything. He closed his eyes with a headache. He only remembered that he was drunk last night, and then he seemed to have a spring dream. Then he seemed to have done everything he shouldn't have done. He thought it was Qian Manman

"President, are you awake?" The soft voice brought back Nangong Junyu's thoughts.

Nangong Junyu regained his mind and looked at the charming woman beside him. His face was very black. He took the bathrobe and put it on. He quickly got out of bed: "how much do you want?"

"What do you mean, President?" Linna frowned.

"If you make an offer, you won't have to come to work in the future." Nangong Junyu walked quickly to one side, found his clothes, took out a checkbook from his pocket and threw it to □: "write a number yourself."