The daughter is poisonous: The Boss' runaway bride

Chapter 348
"Huh?" Tang Xi's eyes were tinged with a smile, "Okay."

While talking, her hands kept moving. Ye Wanqing wanted to say something, but she was so weak that she couldn't concentrate at all.

When she felt cold, she found that she was already sitting astride Tang Xi in shame and stretched out her hand. Her cheeks were flushed and her whole body was hot.

The air conditioner in the room was fully turned on, which made her a little cold, and fine particles formed on her body. When his hot lips fell on her collarbone, she couldn't help shivering.

……

When Ye Wanqing woke up on the big bed in the lounge of Tang Xi's office, it was already dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun was shining, and the floor-to-ceiling glass windows behind the window screens were full of golden light, making the room seem a little dark.

As if the outside is heaven, it attracts people to come forward to find out.

Ye Wanqing fell to the ground. She is not in good health these days, and she has been tortured by Tang Xi for a long time, and her whole body is sore and weak.

She walked to the window, opened the screen with a clatter, and the room was filled with sunlight, golden, even more beautiful than the morning sunlight.

The setting sun is red, hanging in the western sky like a persimmon, and the afterglow is long, with an unreal beauty.

Ye Wanqing took a breath, hugged her body tightly, and slowly lay down on the floor-to-ceiling window.

There is a large terrace outside, with some potted plants, the flowers are red and the leaves are green, very beautiful.

She looked at the clouds in the sky and the birds in flight, and she felt as if she was in another world.

She didn't know what Tang Xi's attitude was, because those things hadn't been resolved yet.

Thinking of Tang Xi, her heart trembled, she felt a chill down her spine, and then she saw him appearing behind her.

His figure was reflected on the glass, erratic like a ghost, Ye Wanqing almost screamed out of fright.

He walked up behind her, put his arms around her, then pushed open the French windows, hugged her and walked out.

The evening wind blew up and lifted her skirt, and the loose long hair brushed against his face, making him itch, and his heart itch.

He kissed her neck and hugged her to the balcony railing.

It was a stone-carved railing, decorated with carved wood, and there were flower vines on it.

There are some diamond lilies next to them, snow-white ones, and red other shore flowers, which are blooming in artificial flower beds one by one, very lively.

He picked a white diamond lily and stuck it on her temple, and said softly, "Look, as long as I want, I can stand on the clouds."

The president's office building is very high, which makes people feel like being sent into the clouds. Standing on the edge of the terrace, there is a feeling of floating in the air, which makes people feel weak.

And you can only look up. If you look down, you will feel like an abyss.

If you are a person with an unstable mind, you can't help but jump down, try the feeling of flying, and even feel whether the railings are not strong, whether the balcony is not safe, and whether it will fall out of thin air.

Tang Xi protected Ye Wanqing between himself and the railing. His voice was sexy and pleasant, and it would not disperse at all in the wind, but Ye Wanqing still sounded a little ethereal.

"If I want, you can be in the cloud, if I don't, you will be in hell." He looked at her with a half-smile, "Do you know the taste of hell?"

Ye Wanqing thought about the feeling that life was worse than death a few days ago, and nodded slowly, "I don't doubt Tang Shao's ability at all. The taste of hell is that life is better than death."

(End of this chapter)