Situ Ming remained silent for a long time before saying, "Zhao Xiaoyue, don't force me!"
Zhao Xiaoyue pulled her hand away, put down her pen, and solemnly said, "Situ Ming... um!"
The anime convention attendee stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "?"
Zhao Zhe took a long time to react, "This was forced...the consequences? You were stimulated? How stimulating!"
The dialect was utterly terrifying: "What the hell are you doing?"
Butler Zhu's eyesight suddenly went blurry, and he quickly turned his back. How could this be something he, an old man, could see?
Situ Ming decided to take a gamble. The moment Zhao Xiaoyue put down her pen, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply.
This action stunned Zhao Xiaoyue. Their lips met, and Situ Ming held the person in his arms tightly. His suppressed emotions finally erupted, like molten lava gushing from his heart, hot and alluring.
What is Mr. Zhao thinking?
That kid's got some serious strength!
Up close, the little guy is quite something!
Should we sign?
Young Master Situ wiped the water stains from Zhao Xiaoyue's lips with his fingertips, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his voice seemingly hooked as he asked the dazed person.
Seeing that the person did not move, Situ Ming lowered his head, found the red lips that had been kissed, and kissed them deeply again.
Ms. Zhao froze, feeling completely enveloped by the boy's aura, her lips tingling...
Oh shit……
Why did her body go limp?
"Ugh... Situ... Ugh!"
She's about to collapse!
Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!
So this is what kissing feels like?
Their lips touched, their breaths mingled, their eyes closed gently, and they embraced tenderly.
My whole body feels numb!
Direct current surge!
Waaaaah!
He's so good at this!
Situ Ming, suppressing something, gently cradled the blushing Zhao Xiaoyue in his arms with tender eyes and asked softly, "Can we sign now?"
Zhao Xiaoyue is currently unable to think, "Can you..."
Situ Ming couldn't hold back any longer and was about to bow his head again when Zhao Xiaoyue hurriedly picked up a pen, "Sign! Sign!! I'll sign!"
We can't kiss her anymore, she's about to lose control!
Clang!
General Manager Zhao is dead!
She was so weak from the kiss that she didn't even have the strength to hold a pen!
Nali!
The rest of the people?
The old butler, being sensible, had already left.
Fang Yan and Zhao Zhe were instantly petrified.
"Brother-in-law is awesome!"
"Boss! The boss sold himself to the woman in the blue dress?"
The above two sentences are their inner monologues; their eyes are still reeling from the earthquake.
The comic convention started with the first kiss, followed by shock, then horror, and then a bittersweet experience.
The shock stemmed from the fact that the woman surnamed Zhao did not push the man away immediately.
It was terrifying because someone surnamed Zhao was being pursued so intensely.
He was filled with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow. The sorrow was that, while others might not know, he knew why the woman surnamed Zhao was always going on blind dates but couldn't get married. Ultimately, it was because she couldn't overcome her own inner struggles.
What makes her happy is that someone finally treats her sincerely.
At the comic convention, I glanced down and flipped through a few pages; they were all asset transfer contracts worth tens or hundreds of millions of dollars.
This man hasn't kept a single penny for himself yet. At the anime convention, I also saw three diamond black cards and two cards that looked like Situ Ming's personal cards.
Tsk tsk!
That's quite a spending spree.
Why!
I just don't know if Little Moon has opened that door in her heart yet.
She... is quite the actress.
Zhao Xiaoyue's mind was blank, with only one perverted thought remaining: kissing felt so good!
Wow!
Waaah!
This guy's Adam's apple is so sexy!
I want to kiss him!
Situ Ming lowered his head slightly and met Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes, which looked like those of a ravenous lustful ghost.
He moved behind Zhao Xiaoyue and hugged her tightly from behind. With the hand bearing the small red mole, he picked up a pen, placed it in her small hand, and then held it, writing "Zhao Xiaoyue" in it.
A deep, magnetic voice whispered in Zhao Xiaoyue's small ear, "When no one's around, I'll let you kiss me as much as you want. Now let's get down to business, be good!"
boom!
Mr. Zhao's face turned redder than a monkey's bottom in an instant, even more so than a cooked shrimp.
Oh my god!
Should I flirt with her?
She was teased!
He chuckled and shooed Zhao Zhe out of the comic convention, then turned around and saw that the male lead was completely absorbed in the story.
The anime convention rolled their eyes so hard; they really have no sense of propriety.
"Hey, male lead, I have something good for you, something really rare. Come here for a second."
At the comic convention, he beckoned to Fang Yan with his finger and even winked.
It has to be said that if a comic convention really wants to seduce someone, even a guy can't resist.
Fang Yan is considered handsome among the group, but he doesn't quite meet the aesthetic standards of anime conventions.
Watching people speak dialects at comic conventions is like watching a pumpkin – at best, it's just a vegetable dish.
Fang Yan felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, and driven by curiosity, she asked, "What was that?"
At the comic convention, he leaned against the door, and when someone approached, he kicked them out of the office. He then followed them out and locked the door behind him.
"You're all grown up but have no sense of propriety!"
Then she left with Zhao Zhe in a seductive manner.
The dialect remains somewhat disordered.
No, a lot has happened in the last few minutes, he needs to sort it out.
Oh, right!
Most importantly, Ninth Brother sold himself out!
He had to hurry and inform Duan Yunfei so that he could stop his boss's foolish behavior.
He admitted that women can be won over with money, but definitely not in this way!
"Hey! Yunfei! You..."
In the office, Situ Ming continued to turn the pages with one hand while writing the name in the small hand in the other, until he finished writing an hour later.
He took the pen with his left hand and gathered Zhao Xiaoyue's two hands in his large hand.
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