Chapter 92: Unable to resist the temptation of shirt clips
"You solve it." The man's voice was deep.
Lin Zhizhou, do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Are you the one who purged the decent people at the symposium during the day?
The two sides are at a stalemate.
Press and release.
"Ding" the doorbell rang.
Then a heavenly voice sounded outside the door: "Secretary Lin, your meal is ready."
Shen Tinglan straightened her slightly messy hair.
Lin Zhizhou looked at her twice with dark eyes.
He straightened his shirt and trousers and opened the door just as the delivery man was about to ring the bell again.
The door was only slightly open, and the leader said to the waiter outside: "Give it to me."
As the door closed, Lin Zhizhou placed the dinner tray on the coffee table and called her, "Come and eat."
Normally, nothing happened.
The meal ends.
Shen Tinglan’s cell phone rang.
Take a closer look.
Oh no.
Old man?
He said he was going home today.
Damn it, forgot about it.
I pressed the answer button nervously: "Hello,"
moment.
The dissatisfied voice of Shen's father on the other end of the phone came crashing down.
"Aren't you coming back yet? Didn't you say you'd be back today? I left dinner for you."
Shen Tinglan touched her bulging belly. She had just eaten a rabbit.
Cute rabbit.
"Old man, I forgot to tell you, I ate it."
Father Shen blew his beard and glared, and just as he was about to explode, his cell phone was snatched away.
Then came Shen's mother's nagging: "Oh, young people are just making friends, why do you care so much? My youngest finally made a friend, and you asked her to regulate her endocrine system, yet you're still meddling in her affairs."
Father Shen snorted on the phone. Just as Shen Tinglan was about to speak, Mother Shen put her ear to the phone and said, "Little one, just have fun with your friends and don't worry about your old man."
Without waiting for Shen Tinglan to reply, he simply hung up the phone.
Shen Tinglan held the phone in a daze.
Mother.
She is really my good mother.
The big boss suppressed a smile, nodded, and whispered, "My mother-in-law is very understanding."
He stood up to clear the dishes, and Shen Tinglan reacted and took the plate from his hand.
Lin Zhizhou avoided it: "I'm here, so you don't have to do this."
ah…
Hmm…
I was moved again.
Shen Tinglan felt what favoritism was at this moment.
Lin Zhizhou, who is cold, sharp and commanding, is gentle, thoughtful, considerate and attentive in front of her.
Will this preference be given only to her forever?
forever?
This word is too far away.
How difficult it is to favor only one person.
Shen Tinglan sat back on the sofa and looked at Lin Zhizhou's busy back.
Is he just such a gentleman?
Or is this gentleman only for her?
Doubt lies somewhere between the two, swaying back and forth.
Feeling unsettled.
Why did I suddenly become so emotional?
This person,
The more you think, the more you want.
call.
Forget it,
Waste your brain.
Cherish the present, seize the moment, and enjoy life.
Enjoy the Forest State.
Lin Zhizhou packed up and saw that her eyes were blank.
He sat on the sofa and held her little woman against his chest.
He whispered, "Are you full?"
The person in my arms was silent, the little chicken pecked at the rice and nodded, rubbing its head against my chest for warmth.
“…”
"See?"
here we go again.
here we go again.
Can't I just not watch it today?
Shen Tinglan was annoyed: "Look, take it off."
She simply withdrew from Lin Zhizhou's arms and waited for the man to untie his belt.
Lin Zhizhou's eyes darkened. He took her hand and kissed her fingertips: "Come here."
The warm breath he exhaled as he spoke lingered on my fingers, making them numb.
Shen Tinglan hesitated: "No, goodbye, it's late, I should go back."
"go back?"
"Can you leave?" His tone was serious, as if he was saying, 'Hello, have you eaten? If not, let's eat together.'
What are you doing.
Shen Tinglan blinked frequently and said seriously, "Then let's take a look."
Lin Zhizhou smiled and reached out to pull her, and they both stood up together.
Shen Tinglan's fingers were shaking. They had just done those intimate things, so why was he so disappointing?
I silently encouraged myself in my heart.
Just take a look.
What's there to be nervous about?
Didn’t I search for it during the day?
That's it.
I forced myself to calm down and steady my movements.
Hmph, the belt is unbuckled.
Hiss, zip down.
A warm breath filled the air.
Shen Tinglan pinched her waist with her fingers and looked up to ask the man for his opinion: "I took it off, huh?"
Lin Zhizhou rested his chin on the side of her neck, his larynx moved slowly, and he murmured.
Shen Tinglan got the order and acted with all his might.
clang……
The belt fell to the ground with a hollow metallic sound.
The force around the waist suddenly tightened and they embraced each other.
Shen Tinglan glanced down from the corner of his eyes.
Subconsciously, she leaned into the man's arms.
She took back what she had just said. It was different, very different.
A black shirt clip hangs on the strong and powerful thighs, and the leather ring and metal buckle that stick to the skin are wild and unruly.
Black elastic leather loops went around the thighs, slightly indented.
Just one glance.
she.
Really want it.
Bai Tiancai's advice on abstinence was completely forgotten.
Her fingers circled his lower back and groped around it, hooking the edge of his underwear.
Move down slowly.
His fingertips passed by the shirt clip and reached into the leather ring, then flicked it with a little force.
Snap…
The leather ring made a seductive sound against the skin.
Shen Tinglan suffocated in his chest, not hiding his desire at all.
She said softly, "Lin Zhizhou, I want to."
The soft and moist touch falls on the ear bone, and the sound stimulates the eardrum.
Lin Zhizhou pinched his soft waist with his palm and asked in a hoarse voice: "Naughty, what are you thinking about?"
A rough, guttural sound fell above my head.
Shen Tinglan tugged at his shirt tightly, feeling shy and angry: "I miss you."
With a chuckle on the side of his neck, the two of them sank into the sofa together.
Shen Tinglan knelt down and reached out to unbutton his clothes.
The cool touch of the shirt regularly sticks to the fair and beautiful legs.
Under extreme pleasure and desire, reason gradually collapsed and became disorganized.
The wet and sweaty hair was messy and stuck to the forehead.
The remaining thoughts poured into a fierce brainstorm, turning things upside down and moaning softly.
Lin Zhizhou picked her up.
“Hmm…mm…hmm…”
His weak fingers rested powerlessly on the firm, warm shoulders, and his body leaned back limply.
His strong arms rested on her back, supporting her steadily.
Her thick long hair fell on her lower back, swaying back and forth with the wind.
The afterimage of the floor-to-ceiling window swayed.
The TV opposite the sofa was playing beautiful pictures.
The sea breeze rolls in and hits the rocks, splashing white water, the waves are like jade, and clumps of white plum blossoms fall like fragrant rain. The waves come one after another, one wave higher than the other.
The waves of the sea are breathtaking.
There's a report on TV.
The tide is coming in.
An hour later.
Shen Tinglan was shy afterwards.
Hiding in the sofa, wrapped in a cool quilt.
Lin Zhizhou leaned over, his dark eyes filled with affection, and called her softly: "Little one, take a bath."
"What?" Shen Tinglan yelled and kicked the quilt away.
Lin Zhizhou deliberately repeated it in standard Trump accent: "Little one."
Depend on.
The leader speaks Sichuan dialect.
Very undercooked.
So inconsistent.
No wonder people say that people from Sichuan can’t be bosses.
Yes, it is.
Kyoto Boss: Baby, the nanny made some porridge, drink some to warm your stomach.
Sichuan Boss: My dear, come here. I cooked sweet potato porridge today to promote digestion and help with bowel movements.
“…”
Shen Tinglan was so desperate.
He whispered 'Baoli Baoqi'.
At the same time, she gave him a kick in disdain, but the man grabbed her ankle and picked her up and walked towards the bathroom.
The two finished their shower.
Lin Zhizhou was opening a package in the living room.
Shen Tinglan was sitting at the desk. When he heard the sound, he thought it must be a work express or information.
I didn't ask because I wasn't curious.
The big boss came over with a bag, picked her up from the chair, sat down himself, and then placed the little woman on his lap and held her in his arms.
Several red books.
Put it in front of the little woman.
With affection in his eyes, he said: "The wedding room, in Kyoto, in your name."
"ah?"
Shen Tinglan's head was buzzing, shaking the sky.
Her crescent eyebrows were raised high, almost reaching her hairline, and her eyes were full of astonishment and disbelief.
The thoughts in my heart exploded.
Chaos.
Then the big boss dropped another bombshell.
Several dark-colored, high-quality velvet square boxes.
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