The President's Sweet Trap

Proudly holding her head up, Tang Luyao closed her eyes with chagrin. What is she doing and when did Miss Tang become such a debauchery woman. Just because of his few words?

She went to Qi Zijian's room, closed the door and leaned against the door. She remembered the afternoon.

When she woke up in the room in the afternoon, she found a hand on her body, her palm just held her chest, shouted, turned and slapped the people behind her.

Qi Zijian, lying beside him, didn't open his eyes. He clamped her legs with his legs. He locked her in his arms with his hands. His head was over her neck. He smelled the faint smell of shower gel on her and said softly, "good boy, don't make trouble."

Tang Luyao moved her body and couldn't get rid of his hand. She had to lie in his arms and stare at her for a long time. When he woke up and let go of her, she was numb.

There is no sign of getting up and getting dressed. It's just like sleeping with a girl. He put on his last coat and walked out. Tang Luyao bit a silver tooth and ran after him directly. He stood at the door and shouted to him who was going down the stairs, "Hey, stop!"

"Qi Zijian, my name." He said, turning to look at her and seeing the clothes she was wearing, he raised his eyebrows. "Don't wear anything next time if you want to keep me."

"What are you talking about?"

Qi Zijian stretched out his hand and compared it with a grasping gesture, "it's very soft and feels very good. I just don't know if it has been taught by those people. "

"You! Hooligans! " Walking up quickly, Tang Luyao took his clothes, shook hands and slapped him. He stood aside angrily, "Qi Zijian, right? Show me some respect. "

Qi Zijian touched the wound on his face and nodded to agree with her. He walked lazily close to her and approached her to the corner, "do I give you too much face?" Hold her wrist, press it on her head, and touch her waist with the other hand. The hot touch made her tremble, vaguely eager, and the body was close to his body.

"Look, just touch it and you will react. If so?" The big hand grabbed her dress and tore it open. It became a piece of cloth and hung on her body, revealing her underwear.

She clenched her teeth and struggled. Suddenly her eyes were cold and bent her knees thinking of attacking him. Qi Zijian moved aside to avoid her palace, approached with long legs, pushed her knees apart, and stood in the middle of her legs.

"I said I felt uncomfortable when I held it before. I used to wear this. No wonder." His fingers gently touched her skin, saw the expression on her face, untied her bra and threw it aside. The little rabbit suddenly jumped out and made her recover. He looked at his hand that had stopped on his underwear with a red face and whispered, "no!"

Qi Zijian hooked his hand on the edge and looked down at her head. "Do you know it's wrong?"

She nodded.

"Speak."

"I..." Tang Luyao closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said respectfully, "I'm sorry, I know I'm wrong."

Qi Zijian stepped back and loosened her hands. Tang Luyao, who had no support, sat on the ground naked, with strips of cloth hanging on his chest, and his black underwear stimulated his desire.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Zijian suppressed the same in his heart, cursed Fang Shao's bad idea, and turned downstairs.

Tang Luyao hugged his body. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of him disappearing. He hurriedly turned back to his room and changed into a more conservative dress before leaving the door.

There are no other people in Qi Zijian's apartment. She usually asks hourly workers to clean the room. Other things are basically done by herself. A young lady like her who doesn't touch Yang Chunshui can only stand by and watch.

Tang Luyao came down and sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and stole a glimpse of Qi Zijian in the kitchen. She wondered why people like him would cook.

"If you want to see it, just look openly. What's embarrassing?" Qi Zijian's voice came out of the kitchen and made her blush. She pretended to know better and walked over to the door, frowning at the busy figure.

How can she remember that Zhang's mother is very calm when cooking at home. It looks very simple. Why is it so difficult to get to him, and can he cook? Why do you put butter in it.

Tang Luyao looked at it for a while and thought about how much he hated it. Why did he want to poison himself so much, "Qi Zijian, don't show off if you can't do it. Even if I can't cook, I won't put a tablespoon of salt in it." As soon as the voice fell, his soup spoon came out of the pot, full of a spoonful of salt sprinkled on the dishes, looking salty.

Qi Zijian looked at her with a stiff body. He tilted his head innocently and blinked, "you don't look as good in this as in the one just now. It's the half naked one. " Then he continued to blink innocently.

Tang Luyao frowned and couldn't stand his appearance. He left and sat back on the sofa and continued to watch the film.

The content of the film is very attractive. At the end, she blushed with the protagonist because she was too involved in the play. When the end sounded, she sucked her nose.

There are few such opportunities to watch a movie quietly. Even at home, life used to revolve around brother Jie. Now without him, it's a little empty and I don't know what to do.

She changed the remote control for a movie. At the beginning, a large group of people were eating delicious food. She was a little hungry. She turned to see how he prepared there, but saw a table of delicious food.

Tang Luyao got up and went to the table. He just said that the food on the table was much better than what he had just cooked. Qi Zijian came out of the kitchen with soup and went in and brought two bowls of rice. "Why not? Eat quickly. Just think it's me. Thank you for not waking me up this afternoon. "

Qi Zijian gave her rice and chopsticks and sat next to her.

Tang Luyao hesitated before sitting down. She looked at the dishes on the table with chopsticks. She didn't know where to start. After thinking about it, she still bowed her head and only ate rice.

She looked forward to putting some chopsticks on the public table. "How about putting them on the public table?"

She looked at the dishes in the bowl in embarrassment, bit her lip and said, "it looks good." I don't know when it tastes.

Under his gaze, Tang Luyao tasted his dishes with a solemn and stirring mood, wrinkled his small face, slowly unfolded and chewed the food in his mouth. Actually, she thinks he did a good job? Much better than he poured a tablespoon of salt.

"My cooking is not bad. I just lied to you." Qi Zijian said with a smile, glancing at her face with a soft smile,

"Yes, but it's a little worse than brother Jie." Tang Luyao said. In order to make Zhao Yalan happy, Nan Chunjie specially learned to cook. When he came back, he cooked a large table of dishes for her. Unfortunately, he was scolded by her later. No one touched that meal except her. Since then, he has never mentioned cooking again.