The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 1270 Wild Rose Gifted to Uncle (118)

But she looked at the young man's laziness and sloppy appearance again, and felt angry in the bottom of her heart.

Why is she the only one who is secretive?

He must too!
Anyway, no one knows who left it.

Thinking about it, Aunt Jiang narrowed her eyes, sneered, and threw herself into Lu Boying's arms.

She sat on his lap, pulled the man's neatly tied tie loosely, and when she bent down to kiss the side of his neck, she unbuttoned the top black button of the man's neckline.

The button was unbuttoned, and the man's collar was already open. The dark red tie hung loosely around his neck, and the collarbone outlined a deep pocket, which contained dim lights.

From the angle at which Aunt Jiang lowered her eyes slightly, she could see a small piece of honey-colored skin when his chest rose and fell.

The scent of men's perfume on the man's body became particularly strong and bewitching at this moment.

Smelling the beguiling fragrance of cedar at the tip of her nose, Aunt Jiang suddenly became dizzy. She lowered her head and got closer to the hot skin.

When it touched his skin, his Adam's apple rolled.

Aunt Jiang left traces of different shades on the side of her slightly raised neck, from the angry biting at the beginning to the endless rubbing at the back.

Suddenly, the closed door was knocked lightly.

In the Accord, the silent atmosphere was suddenly broken.

When the door lock clicked, she had no time to get off Lu Boying's body.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at the door, and her eyes met with five or six waiters waiting outside the door with dishes.

The waiters outside the door probably never imagined that after they opened the door, there would be such a scene inside the door.

Their eyes stopped on Jiang Yu and Lu Boting under Jiang Yu, and it was only for a short two seconds. Before they could see their faces clearly, the waiter had already lowered his head and avoided his eyes.

They all lowered their heads in embarrassment, hurried in and put down the dishes, then turned around and left.

All of them bowed their heads in shame.

This is still eating out... Is this what rich people do?
The door is closed.

Aunt Jiang blinked her eyes away, then looked back at the young man below her.

Before the flirtatious and indifferent man came in, he was still in a suit and leather shoes, meticulous.Now he is sitting lazily on the chair, the suit jacket is crumpled and messy, the dark red tie hangs loosely around the man's neck, the open collar of the shirt and the scarlet hickey on the neck are all exposed. With a trace of extravagant absurdity.

He squinted his eyes slightly, the ascetic gold-rimmed glasses could hardly cover the deep darkness in the man's eyes.

Lu Boying exhaled slowly, the contour of his chest rose and fell, and the lines spread all the way down to the depths of his lower abdomen.

Sitting on his lap, Aunt Jiang could perceive any changes in him very clearly.

Lu Boying's eyes were deep and bewildering, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Although I really want to do something else, but now you haven't eaten anything, I'm a little worried that you'll pass out again after you start. That's too disappointing But I don’t mind if you continue to do it even if you are unconscious, but I’m afraid that someone will bite me carefully afterwards.”

"Still coming down?" He patted her buttocks, snorted lightly, his tone was unclear: "Why didn't I know you liked this position before."

Aunt Jiang got off him, sat aside and picked up her chopsticks, "Oh, I still like your kneeling posture."

She said something casually, then ignored him and started eating.

(End of this chapter)