Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

The woman's eyebrows and eyes have a trace of imperceptible fatigue. The exquisite makeup plus the face of the country and the city, she is a beautiful beauty. But this big beauty looks familiar. An Chuxia squinted her eyes, only to recognize that this beauty was actually Xiang Mankui.

Looking down, the big beauty Xiang Mankui was wearing a red shirt, underneath it was a black miniskirt and black stockings. However, the neckline of the shirt was half open, and she saw the second button fall off with sharp eyes. Only then did she discover that her hair was also messy.

"It's Miss Chuxia." Xiang Mankui sorted out his clothes, and his hands with bright red nail polish seemed to cover the place where the buttons had fallen, but they were even more noticeable. An Chuxia knew that Xiang Mankui deliberately wanted to make her angry.

"What a coincidence." She smiled sweetly, without any anger or sadness in her smile. In front of some people, she has always been able to conceal her emotions well.

Seeing that she didn't understand the look on her face, Xiang Mankui seemed displeased, but she also smiled politely: "Look at Qilu?"

With this Qilu call, An Chuxia's chest was out of breath, and she managed to stabilize her emotions. She pursed her mouth and smiled stiffly but did not answer Xiang Mankui's words, but said: "When did you come to China? ?"

"An hour ago." Xiang Mankui stroked the distribution before touching his forehead: "Qilu is in the bath, you can go in and wait for her."

Then, Xiang Mankui stepped on the high heels with a large string of silver tassels and left.

"It turned out to be a friend of the president." The secretary saw Xiang Mankui leaving, and said with a smile: "It's rude, please come in. Do you need me to pour a cup for you?"

The beautiful secretary's voice recalled her wandering in good time. An Chuxia shook his head politely: "No more trouble."

After the conversation, he walked in stiffly. The president's office is very large and spacious. There is a door in the innermost area. A sign is hung on the door with the golden words: "President's Lounge."

By a wicked mess, she sneaked up to the door of the president's lounge and attached it to the door to listen. There was a small sound of water inside, the soundproofing effect of this room is really bad. She frowned, but Yu Guang saw the luxurious lunch on Han Qilu's huge desk. Looking down at the so-called "lunch of love" in her hand, Xiang Mankui's messy clothes again appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help but sneer.

Even she herself didn't know why she sneered. He turned around and was about to walk, but just after three steps, his wrist was suddenly pulled by a huge force. Immediately afterwards, the whole person was pulled into a familiar embrace.

The embrace was hot and hot, and still damp.

"When did you come?" Han Qilu put his chin on the top of her head, and his gentle voice sounded very comfortable.

An Chuxia frowned, gritted her teeth, and pushed him away: "Just here."

Seeing Han Qilu's gaze fell on her hand, she simply put the dark red food container on the ground casually. The force was a little heavy, and the food box hit the ground with a lot of noise.

"Don't get me wrong, that guy Xiao Mingluo asked me to bring this thing over, saying that you are starving to death. I will be kind." After a pause, she turned around to leave, but was still easily caught Han Qilu pulled back. It happened to meet his smiling brows.

"Look, my wife is jealous."