Young Master, Don't Bother Me

The handsome face of the man enlarges infinitely in the pupil of panic. Luo Xiaojing subconsciously evades the heat of his breath.

"Is it too late for me to give up?"

What does it mean for Leng Yu to open his love affair in front of all the Royal decoration employees? Luo Xiaojing knows very well that he has to bear such a huge pressure alone? She can't do it!

"The walnuts that nourish the brain are not free to eat, and their consciousness is also high."

Handsome face, the man's deep eyes in the light of doting, Luo Xiaojing heart rhythm a confusion, flustered low head staring at holding the national color.

The thump in the chest could not be suppressed, and his face was burning hot. Fortunately, Leng Yu just stayed for a moment and started the car.

The radian of his lips was hidden when he looked at the road again, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

Back in Nanyuan, Luo Xiaojing went back to his room first.

Lengyu went to the study alone, just sat down in front of the desk, Xinyi called.

“BOSS。”

As usual, Leng Yu's tense expression was a little loose, and he said to the receiver, "is the celebration over?"

"It's just over. There's no big trouble."

The gold medal assistant is not just talking about it. Although the scene is more difficult than what Xinyi has dealt with, Xinyi has minimized the impact.

After hearing Leng Yu's voice, she said, "but there's one thing I have to ask for your opinion. Do you want to block the news of my love affair with designer Luo?"

"Let it be."

Xin Yi hears speech one Zheng: "boss, don't you think about it?"

Her worries are more than Luo Xiaojing's. After Leng Yu's love affair is publicly announced, with his influence, it is bound to cause an uproar. Rumors about his incompatibility with Zhou Ya's mother and son will spread all over the place. Duan may also take advantage of this incident to make some small moves. If Duan Qingyan comes out to cry again, Luo Xiaojing will also be drowned by internet violence.

There are no rumors that stop at the wise. Everyone will be a melon eater for such a big melon.

"I've thought about it very clearly."

"Good boss."

Leng Yu's decision can't be shaken by anyone. Before hanging up the phone, Xin Yi thought again: "is designer Luo really going to leave the Royal ornament?"

"The handover can also be omitted. I'll handle it myself."

The receiver was quiet for three seconds: "rest early, boss."

Open the iPad to reconfirm the business trip a few days later, Leng Yu gets up from his seat, leaves the study and goes to the exhibition room next door.

The most prominent position in the center is missing. It is the national beauty and natural fragrance that he rewarded Luo Xiaojing. He racked his brains for a long time to understand what Luo Xiaojing said was valuable to him and me.

"Sorry, I can only make this decision."

Flowers sculpture lying in the transparent display cabinet, soft light, full of quiet cold light.

"I will protect her and do my best."

Turning off the light, he walked out slowly, looked back at the direction of Luo Xiaojing's room, hesitated, and walked in that direction.

In the room, Luo Xiaojing can't sleep with a pillow.

"What to do, what to do, what to do?"

Guose Tianxiang is placed on her desk. When she sees it, she can see it. When she sees it, she will think of what happened at the celebration banquet, which makes Luo Xiaojing crazy.

In fact, the calmness in front of Leng Yu is pretended. Since he hugged her and disclosed their relationship at the celebration banquet, she has been in a mess.

"Oh, no!"

Rubbing her hair and sitting up, Luo Xiaojing climbs down from her cot, picks up Guose Tianxiang and puts it in a humble place. She really can't see her anymore, because when she sees it, her mood is completely out of control.

"Mom, allow me to be willful once."

As soon as Luo Xiaojing's voice fell, there was a knock at the door.

The reason pajamas to open the door, has not seen Leng Yu's face, Luo Xiaojing first by his provocative posture, the heart beat faster.

His tall body half leans against the door, his slender legs are overlapped, his eyebrows are gentle and quiet, and his Obsidian eyes are shining.

"Xiaojing, I have another idea."

The mellow voice, like the sweet champagne at the celebration banquet, has endless aftertaste. When he speaks, his narrow eyes blink gently, and his thick eyelashes are like the wings of a butterfly, outlining a beautiful scene.

"What can I do?"

After swallowing her saliva, Luo Xiaojing's eyes involuntarily aim at the man's open neckline. The sexual Adam's apple and the determined chin are just carved by God.

"Go in and talk."

Luo Xiaojing lowers her head and doesn't dare to lift it. She takes advantage of the opportunity and sits cross legged to the bedside in case of embarrassment. She raises her head and asks, "what can I do?""I've thought about it seriously." In Luo Xiaojing's vacant chair, Leng Yu had a good time, "don't hurt her muscles and bones, let her accept that there is only one way we can be together."

Luo Xiaojing is about to die: "what is it? Say it

He adjusted his sitting posture, and the fatal feeling came again: "raw rice cooks mature rice."

"Ah?"

Luo Xiaojing thinks that she heard wrong, because the expression of the God is so serious, the eyes are full of surprise, and the words of confirmation have not yet been exported, and the breath of clearness suddenly envelops her.

There was no chance to resist at all, so she was held in her arms by Leng Yu.

"Well..."

Then, the Yan lip of micro Zhang is mercilessly pressed.

After the storm, the gentle caress comes. The emotional man tirelessly depicts her lips. Luo Xiaojing has long forgotten to resist and is led by him.

He deliberately avoided her left arm, not to touch the place that would let her, the Adam's apple slightly sliding, he suddenly stopped, attached to her ear and asked her softly: "do you think this method is feasible?"

At this time, Leng Yu, the great God, admires that he has reason to ask Luo Xiaojing's advice, but his warm hand never stops sliding over her white and delicate neck and falling on the first button on her chest.

Pop!

With a very light voice, Luo Xiaojing knows that the first button has been untied, and a corner of her white bra looms out. She subconsciously raises her hand to cover it. The panic in her eyes is reflected in Leng Yu's deep confusion.

"I think It's a little better than you and I give up on each other. " The breath is disordered, and she is embarrassed to sip, "but..."

Say she's not ready yet? Isn't it too bad?

The man gave a low smile: "but what?"