Female CEO's Master

Zhong Jiafeng locked the door, smiled with satisfaction, and then went to bed at ease. After tossing around all day, she was really tired and had done what she should do.

Lonely men and women in the same room, even if you don't give something, I give something, it should also spark a little.

At the moment, the moon over the Rose Garden community also quietly penetrated the clouds, and it seemed to be tired of being tossed by Zhong Jiafeng.

Chu Jiang half pushed into Murong Yin's room, smiled badly, and then looked on the bed.

Damn, Han Xinyue really slipped in. She smiled and leaned against the head of the bed, half covered with a quilt. Even the quilt in autumn could not stop her towering twin peaks.

Chu Jiang's face immediately flashed a complex expression, which seemed a little disappointed. He could have spent a night alone with Murong Yin, the leggy anchor, but now he was confused by Han Xinyue; It seems a little surprised. The reason is very simple. Why doesn't Han Xinyue give himself the chance to share a room with Murong Yin alone? It seems that this lesbian is a little straightened by himself.

Jiang Ge, who is full of narcissism, thinks that Han Xinyue also likes himself a little.

"Brother Chu, you can only sleep on the sofa tonight." Murong Yin pointed to a leather sofa beside the bed, biting his lips and laughing, cute as a little bit of a villain.

"You will catch a cold when sleeping on the sofa in this weather." Chu Jiang shrunk his head, pretended to be weak, and then excitedly, "didn't the new moon say it was going to have a double... Flight for one night? What's the matter, dare you?"

"Who said he would fly with you..." Han Xinyue suddenly denied it, and then Meimu Liu said, "it's immoral to try marriage or house without emotional foundation."

"Who says we have no emotional foundation, just like Murong sister and me..." Chu Jiang was ready to talk about hugging and kissing in the dark grid in the countryside, but Murong Yin stared at him and didn't go on.

"And me and Xinyue, on the balcony on the top floor of the villa..." Chu Jiang was also ready to talk about the intimacy between him and Han Xinyue, but he was also stared at by Han Xinyue and immediately shut up.

Finally, the three of them can only smile vaguely.

"Crescent, I think brother Chu is too deep into the play. What should I do?" Seeing Chu Jiang's affectionate appearance, Murong Yin frowned and asked Han Xinyue.

"Regardless of him, we sleep with us. Does he dare to be strong?" Han Xinyue curled his mouth and threw a sentence with disdain on his face.

Murong Yin cooperatively threw a quilt onto the sofa, and then the woman held it in her arms and pretended to sleep. Its twin peaks reached the twin peaks, which could be imagined as two beautiful flowers with wonderful meat. It seemed that brother Jiang's stomach was hot and he was swallowing water.

Chu Jiang, who was swallowing, heard Zhong Jiafeng's wise words in his mind, "what is discretion? It's the same when it's time to go, and when it's not time to go."

So Chu Jiang, in an unbearable commotion, quietly climbed up from the end of the bed.

Bang!

After a sound, brother Jiang had fallen to the ground. Looking at the beautiful legs raised by both the two beauties, he cursed embarrassedly: "I want to joke with you, but you are cruel to kill. If it weren't for brother Jiang's quick eyes and quick hands, my brother might be destroyed at your shadowless feet."

"It's romantic to be a ghost under the peony skirt, not to mention that you died under our two peonies." Han Xinyue glanced at Chu Jiang's embarrassed appearance and giggled nonstop.

"Xinyue is absolutely right. If you have a seed, try again. This time we will never show mercy!" Murong Yin also laughed, saying that he seemed to be a Wulin expert.

"Go, who cares!" Chu Jiang snorted coldly, got on the sofa angrily, and muttered, "it's not that I produce one thing, and you each produce one thing. It's so complicated. Brother Jiang hasn't tried it. Just go to the office and sign more names tomorrow."

Brother Jiang, whose heart was injured, held the quilt and lay sideways on the sofa. His restless eyes were still staring at the two flowers on the bed. It seemed that he didn't pick them tonight and didn't close his eyes when he died.

"Brother Chu, where did you arrange for my brother? He just called me and didn't come back to live?" Murong Yin seemed to think of something and asked seriously.

"Rest assured, he works in a professional company, and I believe he will soon be like a duck to water." Chu Jiang deliberately emphasized the idiom "like a fish in water". Unfortunately, the two beauties didn't feel it at all, and then they had to shake their heads helplessly.

Indeed, when rural gangsters come to work in urban gangs, which can be better than fish for water.

"Thank you!" Murong Yin said sincerely.

"Don't just be vain, but take some practical action if you want to thank." Chu Jiang took the opportunity to start a war again.

"Or I'll sing you a lullaby." Murong Yin naturally took over the conversation, and singing is also practical action.

"No sleep song, so what, can you dance pole dance?" Chu Jiang asked with a smile.

"Go, virtue!" Murong Yin rolled his eyes.

"Don't think so. I heard that pole dance is about to become an Olympic event." Chu Jiang said solemnly, "it's hard to dance with your beautiful legs and cooperate with the beautiful song."

"As long as you are popular, I will convince President ye to invite you to be the spokesperson of our company. How can the group that specializes in silk stockings lack beautiful legs!" Murong Yin and others haven't spoken yet. Chu Jiang continues to draw a blueprint.

Hearing this, the two beauties seemed a little elated, Brother Jiang continued to boast: "Xinyue, you're a little inferior to being a policeman instead of a lingerie model. But don't worry, in a short time, I'll let president Ye expand our business. It's too conservative to always make silk stockings. Underwear and silk stockings are originally the same series. They are produced at the same time, and they must complement each other. By the way, you can continue to develop the cosmetics business. Anyway, it's all about making women's money..."

Brother Jiang blew and listened to the two beauties looking at each other face to face and gaping.

"Assistant Chu, are you the boss of Qingcheng group or the assistant of Qingcheng group?" Han Xinyue asked coldly.

"Shh!" Chu Jiang compared a quiet gesture and said mysteriously on his face, "you know, since I am trying to marry Qingcheng, as long as I blow the pillow wind, how the company will develop is not all up to me."

Murong Yin and Han Xinyue couldn't help laughing anymore. They rolled on the bed with the quilt in their arms and laughed a lot of tears.

"Why, don't you believe it?" Chu Jiang stood on the sofa with an unconvinced face and casually asked while enjoying the beauty rolling picture. After asking, he saw that the two beauties had no strength to answer, and then said proudly, "otherwise, you can ask her privately whether she has been conquered by me."

"Well, as long as you can conquer Qingcheng, I'll show you pole dancing." Murong Yin stopped to roll and said with a smile.

"As for me, I'll consider double... Flying at that time. In short, I'll let you fly anyway, otherwise I'm sorry for your rich imagination." Han Xinyue lies on the head of the bed, revealing most of the white jade rabbit, and says provocatively.

They are all ye Qingcheng's girlfriends. Of course, they all know that ye Qingcheng has not given his body to Chu Jiang yet. The so-called trial marriage is just sleeping in the same room.

Chu Jiang raised his head.

"Brother Chu, what's the matter?" Murong Yin asked with a little worry.

Chu Jiang said poetically, "some people say that raising your head 45 degrees is to prevent tears from flowing down. Tonight, brother Jiang will say that raising your head 45 degrees is to prevent nosebleed!"

Murong Yin and Han Xinyue are both drunk.

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