Fallen by the Pillow: The Five Years of Being Occupied

"You are Zhuang, Zhuang Tianyao..." Lin Jiyue answered in a daze, with very little of her mind left.

"Say! You are mine!" Zhuang Tianyao squeezed her waist tightly.

Lin Jiyue cried again, and murmured with all kinds of grievances: "It's yours, I'm yours..."

Zhuang Tianyao finally smiled contentedly, and a certain part of his heart became soft, but he gritted his teeth and refused to stop, it was bound to force her to have sex with him.

At the end of the relationship, he hugged her tightly in his arms and sighed, such a beautiful woman made him wish he could hide her and make her belong to him alone.

A dream without a trace.

Zhuang Tianyao woke up suddenly, sweating all over in the deep winter night, and looking at his embarrassed lower body, he finally couldn't help cursing himself, how could he be like a young man who had just started to have such a colorful dream Come?Isn't it just that I haven't touched a woman for a while?

What a shame.

Moonlight came in through the gauze curtain, casting silver light all over the place.

The other side of the double bed was empty, which made him feel more and more empty. This boundless emptiness bit him. He couldn't stand it. He threw off the quilt angrily, went into the bathroom and took a cold shower, even though it was freezing to the bone, But that heartburn can't go away.

It was already the middle of the night, and he couldn’t sleep anymore after waking up. He went to the study, read through the contents of tomorrow’s meeting again, and replied to several emails from foreign cooperative companies, only to feel a little tired. The back of the chair rubbed his nose, raised his eyes, and saw the poster photo hanging on the wall. Those sharp eyebrows and eyes instantly became very gentle. He sighed softly. Could it be that it was said in those romantic dramas that she Is it his fate?

Disturbed by this hearty dream, Zhuang Tianyao got up late the next day, and the secretary helped him postpone the meeting for an hour.

Another lengthy and tedious meeting, the work reports of all levels of supervisors, the cooperation plan of new projects, and the decision-making of personnel changes left Zhuang Tianyao with no time to distract himself from thinking about other things.

He has always distinguished between public and private, and has always been meticulous and cautious in his work. No one in his subordinates is afraid of him. No matter how careful he is in his work, he is afraid that he will catch him making a mistake and kick him out of the company, losing his golden job in vain.

Zhuang Tianyao is particularly sensitive to numbers. He only needs to glance at the financial report to find the error. The budget exceeds the budget by 5%. His brows are tightly frowned, the financial manager's back is wet with sweat, and he is silently being scolded with his head down. Not long after, the public relations manager was also scolded bloody, because she chose a recently popular female star as the endorsement of the real estate, and there was a little bit of flattery in this, because the star had an affair with Zhuang Tianyao, Unexpectedly, this time the photo was taken on the horse's leg.

Zhuang Tianyao was a little annoyed after hearing this, pushed the report on the table, stood up, looked around coldly at the so-called elites sitting below, and said blankly: "Don't think I'm easy to get along with, what I want is someone who can do practical things People, those who want to flatter their horses and fool around are doing it for themselves! Next time it will not be as simple as being scolded!"

After all, the door opened and closed with a "bang", and the people in the meeting room looked at each other, some were sweating, some were relieved, and some were watching the show.

The secretary quickly retreated after sorting out the information, otherwise he would be surrounded by the supervisor later asking for information. They didn't want to lose their jobs, and she didn't want to.

Zhuang Tianyao went back to the office and sat for a while, the secretary knocked on the door and brought him a cup of warm caramel macchiato.