Devil's Honey Baby

The eyes are like paint, black as the abyss. The long and narrow eyes, with the fierce eyebrows, slightly provoke a shallow radian, which is the familiar evil spirit.

At the moment, these crazy eyes are looking at her. The abyss inside is like a boundless night, which makes people fear.

It's him! It's really him!

His face was completely cold, and his lips pursed into a cold straight line. Looking at him, his clear eyes were full of cold.

How could it be such a coincidence? She doesn't believe it!

The deep eyes moved, and the look like an abyss disappeared without a trace. Even the outline emitting a cold breath returned to the original smile.

"What? Forget me? " The magnetic, low and elegant voice like a cello faintly passed into her ears, and Ji Zailin came in from the door.

The corner of the mouth evoked a trace of evil charm, just like the calm, elegant and noble when walking slowly towards the prey. He stopped in front of her and said, "it seems that he didn't forget."

With that, the radian of the corner of the mouth gradually deepened.

It is estimated that such a smile of "enchanting all sentient beings" may be addicted to screaming from other women, but Yao Jiang has no feeling at all, and the coldness in his eyes gradually deepens. Looking at the evil smile, his cold voice is extremely calm, saying: "a woman will not forget the hooligan who wants to be unfaithful to her intentions."

Ironic words fell into his ears. He was not angry. Instead, he seemed to hear very interesting words. His throat was filled with good laughter like a gurgling stream beating on the gravel. Then, the tall figure one and a half heads high shrouded her.

At the same time, the smiling eyes also looked at her eyes, nose to nose and lip to lip.

There is only a centimeter between them.

Yao Jiang thought that as long as he moved forward, he could touch her. He controlled a good distance.

Aware of this, his heart sank fiercely, his eyes quickly crossed a trace of conflicting vigilance, took a step back, but his clear eyes did not turn away, but looked at him with determination, and his lips would open.

But as if on purpose, before she could speak, he interrupted her. His voice still had the magic charm of smiling, "well, don't forget, my secretary."

He stood up straight with a slightly bent body, threw the key in his hand on her desk, smiled at the corners of his mouth, turned and walked towards his desk and said, "can you drive?"

Yao Jiang didn't answer him. Instead, he looked at the slender figure better than the model and said, "what do you mean?"

She didn't believe it would happen after the night before yesterday. She would never believe it!

Ji Zailin heard Yao Jiang's words, and the smile on his face disappeared when he said that sentence just now. Instead, Yao Jiang had never seen it, sharp, cold and fierce, as well as the kind of natural madness that can not be ignored from his bones, and the unique strong breath of the next superior for many years.

Like a natural king, let people surrender.

The heart was like being shocked by something. It trembled subconsciously, but the look on the face was unchanged, and the eyes didn't dodge. They looked at the eyes that were originally evil but became as deep as a cold pool.

Ji Zailin also looked at her as if he wanted to see into the bottom of her heart. His eyes hung faintly, just like looking at mole ants. The corners of his mouth evoked a light to extreme radian, but there was no smile. Instead, he was cold and ruthless, "who do you think you are?"