It is not an exaggeration to describe Ouyang Lan as gentle as boneless. Her eyes are as watery and full of affection. Who can bear to blame her?

"Mr. Song, there are clothes upstairs. How about changing into something?"

Song Yuchen stood up and nodded slightly apologetically, "Everyone, I'll change my clothes and come down."

Ouyang Lan naturally took him upstairs.

The two of them walked in silence. Ouyang Lan walked in front of Song Yuchen, deliberately showing off her proud buttocks and beautiful figure.

"Mr. Song, what color do you like?"

Uniform and high-end suits were introduced.

Song Yuchen picked up one at random, and Ouyang Lan turned around and brought over a matching tie. "Boss Song really has good taste."

She leaned over to tie Song Yuchen's tie.

He lowered his head and looked at her. Ouyang Lan's body was almost pressed against Song Yuchen. "Mr. Song, you are so beautiful."

She thought that Song Yuchen didn't push her away, which meant he didn't refuse her.

Just as Ouyang Lan was about to take a step closer, Song Yuchen suddenly grabbed her wrist and asked, "Miss Ouyang, are you ready to sacrifice yourself?"

"Was it helpful?"

Her voice was soft and charming.

She gently placed a kiss on Song Yuchen's shirt, a private place, just like the emotions in her eyes.

"I mean, if I'm willing to sacrifice myself, will President Song give me this face?"

The atmosphere in the room was heating up.

The smell of alcohol mixed with the pleasant scent of a woman's perfume. Ouyang Lan is a contradiction.

She is fascinating because of her contradictions.

No man can refuse this scene.

Song Yuchen grabbed Ouyang Lan's hand and pinned her to the wall.

His breath suddenly approached, and Ouyang Lan was startled.