Volume 1 Chapter 3 Kissing on the Stairs

She doesn't like Wen Suhe.

Is this something that can be said?

Are there surveillance cameras in Wen Suhe’s office?

The woman in front of him is Wen Suhe's subordinate. Even if she is not his confidant, he will not stand on her side.

When he was at home, his relatives all said that Qiao Yin was obedient and dull.

She is not stupid, she just wants to survive.

If she is too smart and performs too well, her stepmother will be unhappy.

If she is unhappy, she will be bullied.

"Handsome, I'm obsessed with looks." Qiao Yin picked up the milkshake and started drinking it.

She had a smile on her face, and it was hard to tell whether it was real or fake.

Cassie agreed, "The president is indeed majestic and handsome, especially after marrying his wife, he looks more like a husband and has a sexy personality! I hope his wife and the president will grow old together. He has been in a much better mood recently."

It's not as incomprehensible as before.

In the past, Wen Suhe went to get off work and came home on time, and also went out for social events in the evening.

Now he is always late for work and leaves early, and has turned from a workaholic into a wife's slave.

A whole wife brain.

Wen Suhe is in a good mood, what about her? ?

No one asked her if she was willing.

But since Cassie could say these words in front of her, does it prove that there is no surveillance in Wen Suhe's office?

At least not yet.

As soon as Cassie left, Qiao Yin instantly stood up from his chair.

Qiao Yin quietly opened the office door and walked out.

She wasn't running today, she was just familiarizing herself with the layout just in case.

The company is so large that it has four elevators, including an elevator specifically for the president.

Next to the elevator are the stairs.

Qiao Yin pushed open the stair door. The stairwell was clean and tidy. Obviously someone was responsible for cleaning it every day.

It is impossible to run down from the 59th floor.

There are surveillance cameras when you look up, and it’s not a good place to hide.

Just as Qiao Yin was about to walk out, he heard a creaking sound behind him.

She turned around and met Wen Suhe's cold and indifferent eyes.

A sense of low pressure came over him, and Wen Suhe pulled her into his arms, holding her soft waist tightly, wishing he could melt her into his bones and blood.

Wen Suhe slapped her butt a few times as punishment, "My dear, what are you hiding here for?"

"I've finished my review. I'm a little bored, so I just wandered around." Qiao Yin's heart trembled along with his buttocks, and he explained softly, "Have you finished the meeting?"

"There are two more."

"Then go quickly!" Qiao Yin urged while pushing his arm.

Can't push it!

Wen Suhe was wearing the simplest white shirt and black pants, and gold-rimmed glasses. He looked elegant, gentle and polite. In fact, he exercised regularly, and his abdominal muscles, pectoral muscles and biceps were all in great shape.

The type who looks thin when dressed, but has flesh when undressed.

In addition, there was a size difference between them, so when he exerted force, Qiao Yin, a weak woman who was powerless, couldn't even push his arm.

"Good boy, you picked a good place. Do you want to kiss here?"

In no mood!

You misunderstood!!!

Qiao Yin's curled and dense eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes moved nervously. The more pitiful she looked, the more Wen Suhe wanted to bully her.

The warm lips pressed down without hesitation.

In the empty stairwell, the voice-controlled lights went out and everything around was pitch black.

Having lost her vision, Qiao Yin's senses were magnified, and the touch on her lips became clearer and clearer.

Wen Suhe's lips were soft and domineering. They forcefully pried open her teeth, conquered the city, and stirred up the pool of spring water.

Qiao Yin's soft and tender humming sound brought Wen Suhe back to his senses, and he reluctantly let go of her lips, "My dear, you are so sweet."

Is it sweet?

Because I just had a drink!

Qiao Yin hadn’t lingered on his kiss for half a year, so he urged again, “Hurry up and go to the meeting!”

"You want to drive me away?" Wen Suhe stroked her bright red and plump lips with his fingertips. "What's so good about the stairwell? You're bored, my dear. I'll find you something to do."

What's up?

Are you going to carry her to the meeting?

Please don't!

Qiao Yin was taken back to the office by the hand and sat in Wen Suhe's boss chair again.

"I have recently contacted several wedding planners. If you have any ideas about the wedding, you can talk to them. As for wedding rings and wedding dresses, you can talk to the designers about any ideas you have."

Qiao Yin wanted to cry but had no tears.

I might as well carry her to the meeting!

The wedding means she will show her face, so how can she run away after that?

The whole world could become Wen Suhe's spies.

Even though she didn't look at Wen Suhe, she could feel that his eyes were all on her face at the moment.

Qiao Yin squeezed out the word "OK".

As soon as Wen Suhe left, Qiao Yin's fair and tender little face instantly fell.

There is no way the wedding could go smoothly!!!

She must delay the wedding.

Is half a year enough?

No matter whether it is enough or not, just delay it as long as possible!

Qiao Yin didn't make things difficult for the worker. She directly told the wedding planner that she hadn't decided what kind of wedding she wanted, and she would talk to her again when she had decided. Then the conversation ended.

It would be great if Wen Suhe could get tired of her, divorce her, and give her a few hundred million in divorce settlement.

Qiao Yin leaned against the bed listlessly. He had been tossed around for a long time last night and fell asleep in a daze.

Wen Suhe returned to the office after two meetings.

He walked closer to Qiao Yin and wondered how she fell asleep here. The lounge had been redecorated long ago with Qiao Yin's favorite purple sheets and white lace, and even the curtains had been changed.

Qiao Yin is usually very well behaved, and even better when he is asleep. Such a quiet and peaceful sleeping face touches his heart, and tempts him to break it.

Wen Suhe had never seen a girl as well-behaved as Qiao Yin.

Even if you are afraid of him, stay by his side obediently.

He almost lost control during the kiss on the stairwell. He kissed her so deeply that his lips turned red and even ate away her lipstick, causing Qiao Yin's lips to have a natural lip color.

Pink.

Not as good looking as the red one.

Wen Suhe leaned over and kissed Qiao Yin's lips again, which were soft like jelly.

Qiao Yin was in a daze and felt like she was almost suffocating, but her strong desire to survive made her wake up suddenly.

"My dear, wake up~"

Qiao Yin felt his mouth tingling, "Why didn't you call me?"

Wen Suhe couldn't let go and touched her face, "I'm calling you."

Do you call out by kissing?

Wen Suhe, your way of calling people is really special.

Qiao Yin rubbed his palm obediently, "I haven't decided what kind of wedding to hold yet, can you not rush?"

"Why? My dear, you are 20 years old now. Have you never imagined what your wedding will be like?" Wen Suhe took her hand and stood up. "Tell me what you want. Your husband will do it for you."

The wedding that Qiao Yin imagined was a free one.

At least she chose her groom herself.

Wensuhe is not.

And his wedding is not worth looking forward to.

"From childhood to adulthood, my parents have arranged everything for me. This is the first time I can have my own ideas. One moment I want to be at the beach, the next I want to be in an ancient castle, and the next I want to be on the grassland." Qiao Yin's face was full of confusion. "It's so hard to choose. I have a fear of making choices."

After Wen Suhe sat down, Qiao Yin sat on his lap obediently and sensibly, pulling his shirt with her white fingers, "And the wedding ring and wedding dress you mentioned, I have studied painting, I want to design them myself, is that okay?"