Unromantic Mr Leung

In the huge office, Leung Youshen was currently sitting at a wooden desk, changing the documents. Behind him was a huge window, some warm sunlight shone in, and when the light fell on his soft black hair, Jiang Musang's footsteps inexplicably became lighter.

Her charming words were just beside her ears. Leung Youshen, who had initially wanted to first settle the contract in his hands, suddenly had a thought and struggled between him and her. After a moment of struggle, he put down his brush, hugged her waist and hugged her onto his leg.

"The little vixen always speaks in a coquettish manner." Leung Youshen said as he maliciously bit her red lips.

Leung Youshen's eyes darkened, he immediately pinched her lower jaw to stop her from continuing, "Is this a test of my self-control? "Hmm?"

"Does Mr. Leung want to self-control himself?" Jiang Musang asked instead of answering.

"Little demoness!"

He immediately grabbed's neck and put his head on it, "Mr. Leung is not allowed, my aunt is here."

Leung Youshen frowned, he thought about it, and calculated that it was indeed time, so his frown deepened.

Jiang Musang immediately pushed him away and jumped down from the table. He didn't even have time to tidy up the clothes that were messed up by him before he ran towards the washroom.

Hearing the sound of water, Leung Youshen slowly raised up a smile.

As expected, it was Jiang Musang who made him impulsive the most.