Sweet trap: President, Let Me Go!

"Is it fun?"

Chujiasi's soft fingers touched his Adam's apple, and his voice made her fingers numb as he spoke.

She was addicted to playing, her eyes were shining, like finding a toy she was interested in, and she didn't mean to stop.

Drunk chujiasi didn't know what she was doing, but just talked drunk again and again.

"It's fun."

Song muzhe suddenly burst into two flames at the bottom of his eyes. He was tense and caught her moving hands.

His blood was boiling all over him, and his desire to be buried in her body was so strong that he couldn't help it.

The big hand holding her wrist was trying hard, and the hot temperature in the palm seemed to burn her hand through.

"Chujiasi, I can't bear it if you do this again."

Song muzhe looked at Chu Jiasi and tried his best to control himself.

He is not a saint. How could he have no response to chujiasi's provocation again and again.

I don't know if it was because she was drunk, chujiasi slowly released her hand and hugged him.

Song muzhe found that she was asleep.

He quickly got up, covered the quilt again and walked out of the room.

The next morning, Chu Jiasi woke up and saw song muzhe standing by the bed.

She looked at herself again. Where were the clothes? What happened?

"My head hurts..." Chu Jia thought and blushed.

Song muzhe woke up and looked at her embarrassed face with a smile and looked at her seriously.

"Jiasi, do you know what you did last night?"

Seeing Chu Jiasi at a loss, song muzhe couldn't help teasing her.

"Don't mention last night!"

Chu Jiasi stared at Song muzhe angrily, and felt that the palm of her hand was burning again.

She only remembers having a drink with Yu Xiaoshan yesterday. As for how she came back, she doesn't remember at all.

Song muzhe's eyes were full of cunning smiles.

"I don't know who took the initiative last night."

Song Jiazhe smiled in front of him.

Half an hour later, someone knocked at the door and prepared a suit for chujiasi.

Song muzhe took the clothes and looked at Chu Jiasi, who was still shy. He smiled like a fox.

Can he forget what happened just now?

Watching the housekeeper come in with his clothes, Chu Jiasi found that he was at Song muzhe's house now.

Chu Jiasi stole the clothes. It's the latest pink dress in autumn and winter this season, with nude underwear in it.

At this moment, when song muzhe turned out such private clothes, she was so embarrassed that she quickly covered it with a dress.

"If you go out, I'll change my clothes."

When song muzhe heard Chu Jiasi's words, he sat firmly on the chair beside him without any intention of leaving.

He held his chin in his hand and stared at her closely, as if he intended to enjoy a dressing show.

"You change yours, and I won't disturb you."

"If you stare at me like that, how can I change it?"

She won't give him the chance.

How could chujiasi be willing to miss such an interesting thing as changing clothes?

Chu Jiasi is so angry that he is so thick skinned!

"Song muzhe, get out!"

"Hmm..." song muzhe nodded leisurely.

"If you think I'm in the way here, you can choose to change it in front of me or I can change it for you myself. I don't mind giving you a hand."

"You don't mind, I do!"

Chu Jiasi almost yelled. She hadn't found song muzhe like this before.

She can't take off her clothes in front of him calmly. There should be a proper distance between her and him.

What's more, she hasn't completely put down the past.

Song muzhe had a mouth addiction. Seeing that she was really annoyed, the gentleman turned around.

"I'll give you three minutes. If you don't put it on, I'll put it on for you."

Chu Jiasi didn't expect song muzhe to make a sudden concession. Just now she felt how tough and domineering this guy was.

Three minutes was hard won, and she quickly turned her back to his button.

Because she was worried, her fingers were shaking. The more she wanted to hurry up, she couldn't buckle it.

She was so anxious that she was sweating. She looked at Song muzhe while buttoning. She really couldn't button it up. She simply didn't button it up.

Fair skin is exposed to the air.

Her cheeks were inexplicably hot and she didn't dare to look again. She quickly put on her underwear.

When song muzhe turned around, he found that the mirror like glass window formed a triangular refraction with the bathroom glass, which could see her every move clearly.

Chu Jiasi turned her back to song muzhe. She felt two hot eyes behind her, as if to burn through her back.

She looked at him in a panic, but saw that the man had been turning his back to her.

She whispered that she was too worried and hurriedly put on her dress.

The zipper of the dress was on the back. She had enough for a long time and didn't pull it up.

Instead, her hair got stuck, which made her scalp prick, and she gave a low cry of pain.

Song muzhe turned back, walked over, reached out and took her little hand away.

"If you need my help, why don't you say it? Does it hurt?"

Chu Jiasi trembled and had to admit that song muzhe, who was gentle, could melt people's hearts into water.

She felt a little uncomfortable. She always felt too close to him.

"What I can do, I don't want to fake others."

"Am I someone else?"

Song muzhe frowned unhappily, holding the zipper in his big hand and sliding up and down, but he was careful not to hurt her.

Chu Jiasi said he didn't want to fake his hand to others, and instantly beat him back to his original shape.

Zip up for her. Song muzhe didn't speak any more and left the room.

Such song muzhe makes Chu Jiasi a little unclear, so.

She simply cleaned up and went to the company.

After Chu Jiasi left, song muzhe called his assistant.

"Help me find a microblog account, which was registered about six years ago."

He still has some doubts about the microblog account.

Why is it so coincidence that the person in chujiasi's microblog was added six years ago?

He must find out about this matter, even if the final result is not what he expected.

Soon, the assistant successfully retrieved song muzhe's microblog account.

Song muzhe logged in to his account. To his surprise, there were so many messages sent to him in the account he had never cared about.

When he opened it, it was Chu Sijia.

Chu Sijia's head is herself, which is easy to identify.

His hand holding the mobile phone couldn't help shaking slightly. At first, when Yu Xiaoshan told him about it, he had doubts, but he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that the person chujiasi had been taking to heart was himself.

He looked at the news carefully.

Chu Jiasi shared with him when she was happy and told him when she was sad.

Word by word, they all hit song muzhe's heart accurately. They couldn't calm down for a long time.

It turned out that he misunderstood Chu Jiasi. In her heart, she always remembered him.

"Damn it!"

Song muzhe clenched his fist and hit the table heavily.

He hated that he had never logged in to this microblog account after completing his task that year.

I hate that I missed too much because of my negligence, and even now chujiasi is sad because of it.

He has to find a time to make it clear to chujiasi.

"I sent an account information to your mailbox to check the person who stole the number behind me."

Because he was worried about it, he kept it in mind when Yu Xiaoshan told him about it last night.

This account is an indispensable link between him and chujiasi. He can't disappear like this.

Chu Jiasi on the other side knows nothing about what song muzhe has done