Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Chanel squeezed him hard, expressing punishment.

Su Shijie closed his eyes with a look of enjoyment.

"Does it hurt here, or is it sore here?"

"It's a good way."

"Then if you're tired from now on, I'll help you massage..." Chanel pressed his shoulders, rubbed his arms, and kept going down.

Su Shijie suddenly grabbed her hand, and a pair of brown eyes opened.

"Once you touch me, the most sore thing for me is... the bottom."

Chanel's cheeks turned red suddenly, and she stared at him in disbelief: "Su Shijie!" His mouth got worse and worse.

"What I said is true," he breathed slightly short of breath, his throat rolled, and he held her fingers and said, "You seem to have poisoned me. I can't stand your fingers touching my skin."

"What should I do?"

"You should still press the back of my neck."

"It's okay to press the neck?"

"I'm not sensitive there."

"..." Jing Jiaren was speechless, and asked after a pause, "Then why are you insensitive?"

"head."

"anything else?"

"Gone."

"That is to say, if I touch you anywhere else, will you be sensitive?"

Su Shijie closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast shadows: "Under normal circumstances, my holding power will be higher, but it will be different if you give me a massage."

Ok.

Xia Nai'er rubbed for a while, her fingers were slightly sore, but she was afraid that Su Shijie would stop her if she found that her strength had weakened and that she was tired.

As a result, Su Shijie still noticed that she was not tired.

"are you tired."

"Not tired."

Su Shijie gently pulled, and Chanel sat on his lap, facing his handsome and charming face.

Su Shijie raised his head slightly, and rubbed the tip of his nose against her chin, grinding it.

"Ni'er, kiss me." His voice lowered a few degrees, his eyes fixed on her pink lips, and he made a request.

Chanel hesitated slightly, seeing the invitation in his eyes, she held his neck and leaned over to kiss his lips.

……

Outside the door, a few bold colleagues stood at the door of the president's office, with their ears pressed against the door, eager to know what their boss was like in private.

Some colleagues speculated that Su Shijie was "strictly controlled by his wife", but some colleagues firmly refused to believe it, and later they all took part in the battle to the nature of betting.

It's a pity that the sound insulation measures here are very good, so I can't hear clearly...

"Don't squeeze, you stepped on my foot." A staff member was squeezed against the door and whispered in his voice.

"I was kicked a few times by you." The male staff behind him frowned bitterly.

"Did you hear anything..." <-with a majestic face, as if he wanted to expose them...< is Su Shijie's right-hand man, usually very dull, and will report everything to Su Shijie.

A naughty male employee quietly unscrewed the door with his hand, suddenly grabbed the assistant's body and pushed him into the president's office...

This is called dragging him into the water.

As long as the assistants make mistakes, there is no position to report them again.Because of a strict stagger, he was pushed in, and the gift box in his hand almost fell to the ground.

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