afternoon.
The chairman's office suddenly fell into silence.
Liu Qingru didn't say a word. She just lowered her head and thought for a while, then looked into Yang Fan's fiery eyes. Finally, she stretched out her hand and put all the things on the desk aside.
At this moment, Yang Fan instantly understood Liu Qingru's thoughts. He immediately picked up Liu Qingru and kissed her neck eagerly.
Liu Qingru was like a sister next door. She touched Yang Fan's head tenderly and even took the initiative to unbutton her clothes, revealing the collar of her blouse.
Today, Liu Qingru is wearing a long skirt that reaches her ankles, a pair of exquisite high heels, and a knitted light-colored blouse. She is dressed very maturely, in a typical royal sister style.
“Whoosh!”
Yang Fan reached down and pinched Liu Qingru's long skirt, slowly lifting it up, and immediately the two long legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings were directly exposed in the air.
As soon as he touched the stockings, Yang Fan's mind was reminded of the cloakroom at home. In that secret drawer, there were all kinds of stockings collected by Liu Qingru. There were even many styles that made Yang Fan blush and his heart beat fast.
However, Liu Qingru would not wear those sexy stockings. She usually wore either black stockings or flesh-colored stockings, as if she simply liked collecting them and did not have any special hobbies that were heavy-tasting.
“Whoosh!”
Not long after, Yang Fan exerted a little force with his arms, picked up Liu Qingru, and gently placed her on the desk.
"Hubby, please...please don't take off your clothes, okay?"
"Uh, what are you afraid of?"
"What if someone breaks in..."
"I've already put a prison talisman on the back of the door. Not only can't a human, but even a ghost can't break open this door!"
"Uh... okay then."
As pieces of clothing were thrown onto the chair, the desk suddenly began to shake slightly, and Liu Qingru's suppressed singing could be heard in the room.
Next, the desk, office chair, meeting sofa, and even the windowsill... Yang Fan completely let go and was determined to give Liu Qingru a severe lesson.
Liu Qingru always had a smile on her face, and her hands were always touching Yang Fan's face and hair. She looked like a mother doting on her child.
"Qingru!" Yang Fan suddenly called out softly.
"Well, what's wrong?" Liu Qingru responded.
"Can you stop looking at me like that?" Yang Fan's tone seemed a little resentful.
"Why?" Liu Qingru asked in surprise.
"Well... I'm under a lot of pressure." Yang Fan replied awkwardly.
“Puff!”
Liu Qingru seemed amused. She rolled her eyes at Yang Fan and said, "What should I do? How about I turn my head away?"
"Okay, okay! Why don't you just turn your back to me?" Yang Fan nodded quickly.
Just like that, Liu Qingru turned around in embarrassment and annoyance, then knelt on the desk, facing away from Yang Fan and asked, "Are you satisfied now?"
quiet!
The office was quiet!
Looking at his wife's snow-white skin and her figure with hips that were wider than her shoulders, Yang Fan almost stopped breathing!
Give birth to a son! With this figure, she can definitely give birth to a big fat boy!
So Yang Fan also climbed onto the table, held Liu Qingru's waist, and then composed a song praising love.
…
Two hours later.
Exhausted, Yang Fan finally collapsed on the desk. He was sweating profusely and breathing heavily, looking like he was about to faint.
“Whoosh!”
Liu Qingru, who was lying next to him, suddenly stretched out a slender hand with a tissue in it, and gently wiped the sweat off Yang Fan's face.
"Honey, are you tired?" Liu Qingru asked with a smile.
"Haha, what do you think?" Yang Fan rolled his eyes and replied.
"If you've rested enough, come down and wipe the sweat off your body." Liu Qingru suddenly sat up, took out a napkin from the drawer, and wiped the sweat off her body.
Yang Fan lay on the desk motionless, staring at Liu Qingru as if he was admiring a work of art.
After wiping the sweat off her face, Liu Qingru suddenly shook her head with a helpless look, then she grabbed a few new tissues and leaned over to wipe the sweat off Yang Fan's face.
“Swish!”
Feeling his wife's tenderness, Yang Fan couldn't help but hold her in his arms again, with his fingers inserted into Liu Qingru's bunted hair, and a doting expression appeared on his face.
Who knew that Liu Qingru suddenly reached out, patted Yang Fan's butt and said, "Husband, hurry up and put on your clothes?"
Yang Fan: “…”
Next, Yang Fan put on his clothes very slowly because his eyes were always on Liu Qingru. Looking at Liu Qingru's elegant movements and slightly flushed face, Yang Fan's eyes became brighter and brighter.
underwear……
Stockings...
skirt……
sweater...
After putting on her clothes, Liu Qingru suddenly let her hair down. She shook her hair and then put it up again.
So, Liu Qingru, who was kneeling naked on the desk just now, instantly turned into a mature and noble hotel chairman.
This contrast really makes Yang Fan a little hard to adapt to!
After Yang Fan had finished putting on his clothes, Liu Qingru tidied up her desk, then glared at Yang Fan and said, "Husband, don't do this in the office anymore. It would be so embarrassing if someone caught us!"
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