Fickle CEO

It's warm to the touch.

The aroma of eel porridge is attracting people's taste with fatal temptation. Her lips are incredibly soft. Qiao Qiyang still has a moment's wakefulness. The next moment, she is distracted by the tender and soft feeling. She grabs her body with her long arm, bows her head and kisses wildly. Even if she feels her red lips overflowing, she screams with fear!

Lanxi was completely frightened.

She was frightened by the sudden weightlessness, and then came a burning sense of devastation on her lips. She saw Qiao Qiyang's eyebrows and eyes, but her scream was blocked by him. She was almost excited by the scene in front of her, and she stretched out her hand to push him away!!

"Qiao Qiyang You're sober up

Exhausted the biggest strength of the whole body, Lan Xi finally pushed him, a stagger, he nearly knocked down the lamp on the bedside table!

Lanxi gasped to get up, and her tears were suddenly aroused. She covered her mouth and felt the strange smell on it. She rubbed it hard and wanted to go out. However, the temple part jumped more and more fierce, and the pain was extremely dizzy. She only took one step and even fainted.

Standing in the same place, Qiao Qiyang, whose eyes are full of blood, grabs her with her long arm, and she does not fall down.

“……” Lanxi was numb all over, soft enough to stand, even the breath of drinking became hot and humid.

She was buried in a firm embrace, and she clearly felt that she was being tightened by an arm.

At such a helpless moment, being held by such a pair of strong arms, she did not know whether she was moved or frightened. She only had the figure of Mu Yanchen shaking in her head, but the only trace of reason told her that he was not!

"Lanxi..." Qiao Qiyang inhaled, trying to suppress the desire in his body, but the blue veins on his head burst out. He bent down and breathed a hot breath. "Do you think something is wrong? I think I can't help it... "

He has never been such an amorous man who needs to find a woman to vent his lust at any time, but at the moment he is holding her in his arms, and his deep eyes are staring at her face, which is also full of flushed and blurred. He can't help but fasten her neck to approach the past and try to eat her.

The erection of his lower abdomen suddenly swelled, and he even felt a little painful, which made him angry, but could not control himself!

Lan Xi frowns and controls himself with the only reason, pushing Qiao Qiyang's shoulder to retreat.

The man was so close to her that she was almost breathing his breath.

"Qiao Qiyang, don't be so close to me..." Her voice was also low and confused, but in the eyes of water, she resisted, and her face was flushed with shame and indignation, "if you can't control it, go out and go back to your own room and have a good rest!"

Qiao Qiyang stares at her, bleeding in his eyes.

"You're not going, are you?" Lan Xi bit lip, feel whole body is also burning quickly, he does not walk away a bit, she will take the initiative to kiss him, she exhausted strength trembling to lift his arm, "then I go out!"

She stumbled towards the door.

Hot

It's hot in the shower. She's burning!

Qiao Qiyang sat on the bed and rubbed his eyebrows. His hands were numb and trembling. He raised his eyes to have a look at the dining car and what they had eaten. His eyes were bloodshot. Subconsciously, he thought of an electric light and flint in his mind!

“……” A murmur of pain sounded at the door.

Lan Xi twisted the door several times, but found it was locked. Shaking, she grabbed the room card to brush it on the door, but there was no response. The cold handle made her quench her thirst. She wanted to get close, but it was not enough It's not enough

She was crying helplessly.

Behind a tall and straight figure is approaching.

Qiao Qiyang spread his arms on the door and bent down to kiss into her hair.

Lan Xi trembled violently all over the body, closed his eyes and felt that the crispy hemp rushed to four limbs and hundreds of skeletons.

Qiao Qiyang was completely inspired by her body's reaction. He could not care whether she was really willing or not. He had already tolerated it to burst! He hugged her from behind and kissed her earlobe. The feeling of skin blind date was real and fuzzy. In a short time, Qiao Qiyang's blood spurted. He tightened her slender neck, and the impatient kisses fell into her shoulder and neck in turn

"Lanxi..." He called her in a low voice, his mind filled with scenes from knowing her to now, all the images of love and can't bear to be awakened in the cold night, "Lanxi, I know this is not right But you want the same, don't you Just let me get you that once Just once is enough... "

He knew subconsciously that there was something wrong between them, that they were drugged or something But he was no longer willing to think, he could not think, had lost his mind to begin to tear her clothes!

Lan Xi's mind is buzzing, the overwhelming upsurge is about to engulf her, burning her uncomfortable. In Los Angeles, all the inexplicable fear and grievance poured out, boiling tears fell down, she shuddered: "brother..."

This sound, deeply stimulated Qiao Qiyang, who was about to break her bones and knead into his arms."Don't call your brother again!" With a rude low roar, he turned her over against the door panel, and the tall and straight figure crudely pressed up Take a good look at who I am Lan Xi

He murmured, tightened her slender waist, tore open her clothes and kiss it down!!

***

far away Manchester.

The style of postmodernism style makes the architecture a bit mysterious.

Mu Yanchen is sitting in the living room with his eyes closed and his long finger gently rubbing his eyebrows. No one can see what he is thinking about outside, or he is just waiting for a fact in a slightly repressed atmosphere.

The door was opened.

In the distance, the sound of two steps went from far to near without any panic. The housekeeper followed a noble woman and walked past her for a long time. He wanted to remind mu Yanchen that the owner of the house had come back. However, when he first came to Mu Yanchen, he had already sober up, and his deep eyes swept to the visitors -

Su Ran's heart and eyes couldn't help jumping Jump!

I don't know if it's because of staying abroad for a long time. I'm used to seeing the Western faces with deep outlines. At first glance, the Oriental people with the same good contour feel that they are coming out of the painting. The black and bright pupil exudes the charm of soul, which can make people see the gain and loss at a glance.

"Miss Su." A faint greeting broke the silence.

Su Ran's heart was stunned. Then she took off her shawl and handed it to the housekeeper. She gracefully walked over and stood at the wine stand. Looking back, she asked, "who are you?"

Overlapping long legs put down, mu Yanchen indifferent one eye swept past, slow voice way: "Mu Yanchen."

Su ran Xin poured out a glass of wine with a smile, shook the red wine in the glass and said, "of course I know you are mu Yanchen, the chief of digland York multinational group. I am not so ignorant. But what identity are you coming to me today? I remember that my business has nothing to do with you, but what happened in your company is making a lot of noise. Do you still have the heart to talk to me? "

Mu Yan Chen pauses, lip Cape draws up a cold shallow smile.

When it comes to that, he really knows it.

It's just that he doesn't like it very much, because the trivial things upset his plans. At present, it seems that this matter is more important to him. Rubbing his eyebrows, a figure flashed in his mind, and his voice was subconsciously soft: "I come for the Lan River."

Su Ran's eyelids jump again!

The wine in her mouth took a long time to swallow. She sat on the sofa and said softly, "what's your relationship?"

Mu Yanchen raised his eyes and gazed at her. The cold air spread out: "it seems that you have not contacted her for many years, and it is not clear at all that how she lives in the Mu family."

Su Ran's face was a little embarrassed: "you answer my question."

"I'm her brother," Mu Yanchen pauses, his deep voice continues to spit out a few words, "but at present, we are together."

Together?

Rao is Su ranxin, who has not spoken Chinese for many years, is stunned. Is she really backward, or are these three words really ambiguous?

"What do you mean by that?" Her face gradually darkened. "I can probably know who you are. I know that Mu Mingsheng married another woman after my sister died. You should be the child brought by that woman. But did I hear it wrong? Are you together? She came with you

The dangerous and absurd smell makes Su ranxin grasp the sofa tightly.

Mu Yanchen leaned on the sofa, his cold but indifferent eyes gazed at her, and her thin lips gently opened: "she didn't come with me. But if you really don't understand, I can put it another way. She's the one I love