I love you, Mr.Commander

The woman held the chopsticks and didn't move her mouth. The housekeeper thought that those words had no effect and shook his head and walked away.

A woman takes a deep breath. She has more important tasks to complete.

Back in the room, the woman locked the door and entered the room after confirming that it was correct. The double bed was a little dazzling. She sat down next to the edge of the bed and took off her coat. Before calming herself, her mobile phone rang under the pillow.

She turned on the video, and at the other end of the camera was a man's face, but it was not rare.

"Is it safe to speak now?"

"Safe." The woman bit her lip and nodded.

"Did he doubt you?"

"No."

The man looked puzzled: "not at all?"

The woman said truthfully, "I don't say anything he asks, so he has no doubt up to now."

"Is there anything strange about him?" Such a shrewd man can't be unaware of it.

The woman didn't understand: "what's strange?"

"For example, do something that surprises you, or something he can't do."

A picture came out of the woman's head and flashed by. She shook her head: "no, he's the same as Mo Shao. Except it's a little difficult, it's normal."

"That's good." The man was relieved that the back of the video was as dark as ink. He could only see the seriousness of his facial expression. He lowered his voice, "now is the critical moment. You must stabilize him and find a chance to enter his computer."

"Do you have to enter the computer?" The woman held the phone nervously. "I, I'm not sure."

"Stupid." The man was so angry on the other end of the phone that he really hated iron but not steel. "How did you teach you? You are Lu Xiao now. This woman has no self-confidence in front of Ling Shao. Let go of the courage to do it, otherwise she will be found sooner or later."

"But..." the woman tried to interrupt.

"But it's no use." The man's voice was cold. "You know, the end of being stared at by Ling Shao is more terrible than Mo Shao punishing you."

The woman felt uneasy and said something hidden in her heart: "do you want to hurt him? If I just stay here, I will also send you a message. I can find out what you need. "

"Don't talk nonsense." The man didn't have the patience to listen to her. Suddenly, his eyes changed, "you're not soft hearted."

"No, absolutely not." The woman quickly denied, "I'm just a little scared."

"Don't be afraid. When it's over, no one will call him lingshao again."

"Okay, okay."

To hang up, the man remembered something and shouted to her, "wait, did he touch you?"

I didn't succeed last time. At that time, I heard that I was furious. I haven't seen any news about women in so many days.

The question was easy to answer, but the woman thought of Ling Annan's seductive eyes. Her heart moved, her cheeks suddenly blushed, and the whole person was restless. She was embarrassed and didn't know where to look: "no, not yet. He never touched me."

The man saw some of the ways. He just noticed that the woman's messy hair and loose buttons on her chest, I'm afraid, she has a thin face. It doesn't matter if she's embarrassed to say it. As long as it's done, he can do a good job.

"You are his woman now. You have been together for many years. What are you doing so defensively? Don't let him touch it. How can you make him trust you again."

"I see. I'll try." The woman's face as like as two peas, and her eyes dropping down, the same face as the road, is more charming.

"Hurry up, and don't take the initiative to contact me."

The woman nodded and the phone hung up.

The woman took a bath and wiped her hair around the room. She was very bored. Ling Annan never took the initiative to enter her room, which is completely different from what she imagined. It's said that they loved each other to death before. Shouldn't this kind of feeling be Sheng Xiao every night?

The woman didn't understand. She was going downstairs when she heard footsteps outside the door.

She opened the door and saw the servant standing at the door of the study with a plate.

"What did you take?"

"Dim sum. I'm going to send it to Ling Shao."

The woman threw the towel on the bed, closed the door, went over and took the plate from the servant: "I'll come."

The servant looked at her gratefully. When Ling Shao was in a bad mood, only Miss Lu could speak.

The woman's hair still exudes fragrance. Her neckline is very low. She only wears a lengthened white shirt. Her two small white legs are dazzling at the hem of the shirt. This most commonly used and practical dress is said to have a very good effect. The woman thought that since she always wanted to give it, it would be better to hit the day than to choose a day.

Ling Annan sat in front of the computer, glanced over the documents on it, and locked the computer when his eyes were tired. The woman's footsteps were very quiet. He didn't notice her standing next to him until he leaned against the back of the chair and pinched the eyebrow bone.

His narrow corner of the eye opened an arc. When he saw the unfamiliar face, it seemed that some emptiness was filled in an instant. Unconsciously, he stretched out his hand to her: "why don't you call me when you come in."

This tone is the same as that of a lover in love.

The woman thought that this dress played a role. She chose a piece of dessert and sent it to Ling Annan's mouth: "eat something, but we didn't eat dinner together."

Her voice, caressed in the man's heart, was similar to Lu Xiao's eight Jiu points. Only careful taste can distinguish the differences.

He was surprised and happy that day. He didn't pay attention to these details at all. Now, he has enough time to distinguish them.

Ling Annan's eyes were cold and didn't open his face: "I don't like this kind of food."

The woman didn't know, so she chose another piece: "what about this?"

Ling Annan pushed her away, leaned forward lazily, and stared at the computer: "eat it yourself. I never eat snacks."

"But this is what the servant said you wanted to eat."

Yes, but Lu Xiao likes to eat these. He always prepares one. When she comes to the study, she won't be bored. Now it has become a habit. Even if you don't eat, you have to put it there and look at it comfortably.

In front of her, Ling Annan tapped the keyboard and entered the computer password: "if you don't eat, put it."

"I don't like snacks." The woman shook her head, carefully looked at the keys he pressed, and silently remembered the order in her heart. She knew something about Lu Xiao's eating habits, but it was not comprehensive. When the man finished inputting, she pushed open the plate and showed some faint interest, "I don't eat such sweet and greasy things."

Her sweet and waxy tone was obviously coquettish. No doubt, she thought, when he coaxed himself, everything would be logical.

But Ling Annan didn't lift his head: "if you don't want to eat, go out."

"But I want to be with you."

"Just now I wanted to touch you and said I wanted to force you. Why did I take the initiative to post it now?" When he doesn't look at that face, his words will naturally be more damaging.

The woman was humiliated, but what he said was right. Now she can only lay down her body. Moreover, she has repeatedly stressed that the two had a vigorous love before, and no matter how big their hatred would be the next day.

The woman dares to rub Ling'an's South leg, and the palm falls on his chest. He only wears a low collar sweater at home, revealing his sexy chest.

At the moment of almost touching, the woman's whole body was excited like an electric current, and her heart could not help accelerating: "I was wrong just now, I apologize, I won't hurt your heart in the future."

"Break my heart?" Ling Nan raised her lips and threw her hand away. "Do you think you can still break my heart?"

The woman was surprised: "I... am I wrong?"

"Yes, my heart was hurt by you." Only Ling Annan knew who he was talking to. He pushed the woman away mercilessly. "I'm not in the mood now. If you want to do it, solve it yourself."

A woman's face, after hearing the last sentence, can be described as ever-changing.

"I don't, I want to talk to you..."

Ling Annan finally lost patience: "get out."

Just listening, she said such words in Lu Xiao's voice, and he was angry.

What more shame?

A woman doesn't give up. Her heart is like an ant on a hot pot. She looks at Ling Annan's side face. The handsome lines outline this seductive face.

She deliberately lost her voice and came to Ling Annan's ear like in the TV play. Because she bent down, her chest was exposed to the man's eyes: "Ling Annan, I want to."

She said, sitting on Ling'an's South leg with her arms around his neck. She either loses, loses in this face, or wins. It's all because of this face that she can seduce this unattainable man.

If it's someone else, it's not a piece of cake for Ling Annan to sit still, but it's Lu Xiaoming's face in front of him. How can he resist it.

Men have always been action oriented. The face they think about day and night swings in front of them every day. How hard he tolerates, you know?

If it were Lu Xiao himself, he would have rushed up to eat dry and wipe clean.

"I want to give it to you. Do you want it?" The woman said again.

He rolled gently in his throat and stared at the woman's face. His eyes gradually coincided with the face in his heart. The woman's sentence wants to annoy him in her mind.

"Ling Annan." The woman came up and her voice trembled. At the moment, she completely understood why Mo Shao would explain so carefully before she came. Now she saw the rising desire of men's eyes, and her whole body became hot. This time, she really gave a go, "I want, don't you want me?"

Ling Annan opened her face and closed her eyes: "my name, you shout it again."

When the woman heard the speech, she smiled triumphantly at the corners of her mouth.

Lu Xiao stood on the top floor of the hotel and leaned against the railing to see somewhere in the city. She came to get some air. She was uncomfortable with the meal.

She stared at the dot for a moment and then moved her eyes to another place.

Ling Annan always lives in one of these two places. She folded her hands, closed her eyes and silently read the man's name in her heart.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and Lu Xiao opened his eyes.

"If you don't eat, why do you come up and get cold?"

Lu Xiao turned around and saw Mo Shao's face. He was about to turn around and leave: "it's hard to stay in the same room with you."

Mo Shao blocked her way: "you said, if I picked you that day, would you be so hard spoken?"

Lu Xiaoxin had lingering palpitations. She was determined to die that day, but she didn't expect to escape. She still remembers that when Mo Shao received the phone call, the woman opposite said it didn't happen, and Mo Shao's face became ferocious and ugly.