The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Her pink tongue poked out gently, shy yet bold, like a newly blossoming flower. The soft texture was like a nimble snake, constantly arousing Gu Yunqian's desire.

The gentle touch of the tip of her tongue against Gu Yunqian was like a strong electric current, instantly igniting the fire that had been hidden in Gu Yunqian's heart for a long time, making his breathing suddenly become rapid, and his eyes also ignited with the same hot light as Su Xingya's, as if two burning fires, echoing each other.

The breaths of the two people intertwined, becoming increasingly hot, as if to completely burn away the remaining chill in the room, leaving only the beauty that filled the room.

Gu Yunqian was ignited by Su Xingya's sudden enthusiasm. He subconsciously put his arms around her waist and tightened his fingers, feeling the softness of her flesh, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world. He responded to her enthusiasm eagerly.

Su Xingya became more and more bold. Her hands wandered over Gu Yunqian's body, as if exploring a long-lost territory. Every inch of skin that her fingertips passed over ignited a spark.

At some point, the drawer of the bedside table was quietly opened, and the items inside were searched through. Unexpectedly, a lot of boxes were used up.

In the bedroom, the lingering and charming atmosphere like a dreamy veil floats leisurely, and strands of it are intertwined with each other, as if pulled by an invisible force, clinging to this world full of tenderness and sweetness, and unwilling to dissipate for a long time.

Su Xingya was like a lazy and comfortable cat, indulging in the land of tenderness. She lay on her side, her delicate body deeply sunk into the soft bed that seemed to be carefully woven from clouds.

Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and her dense eyelashes trembled gently like the wings of a butterfly about to fly. Every flap seemed to tease the lazy air around her, casting a small, dreamy, fan-shaped shadow under her eyelids, as if it were moonlight.

The quilt was loosely draped around her waist and slipped down a little, inadvertently revealing a small section of her shoulder, which was whiter than snow and as smooth as mutton-fat jade. Her skin was illuminated by the faint light that quietly seeped in through the gap in the curtains, and it had a faint halo, as if it was gently kissed by the moonlight, as if it was covered with a layer of dreamy gauze, so beautiful that it was touching and hard to take your eyes off.

Gu Yunqian's posture was as straight as a pine tree, yet he also revealed a bit of tenderness like water. He sat quietly beside the bed, like a guard protecting a treasure.

His gaze seemed to be attracted by a magnet from beginning to end, glued to Su Xingya's face, like a deep and bottomless lake that could hold all the tenderness in the world, full of pampering and care.

Gu Yunqian leaned down gently and kissed Su Xingya on the forehead.

Afterwards, Gu Yunqian stood up slowly. Every movement was like a slow motion shot in a movie that was carefully crafted and played frame by frame. He deliberately slowed down the movement, as if he was afraid to break the peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.

He first gently moved his body, his movements as subtle as the breeze blowing across the lake, and slowly moved his legs to the edge of the bed, tapping the ground with his toes, as light and agile as a dragonfly touching the water, without making a sound...

In the study, Gu Yunqian let out a long sigh, his chest rising and falling slightly, as if he wanted to let out all the troubles in his heart and dispel the haze in his heart.

Then, he poked the computer screen a few times with his slender fingers, and the screen lit up. The faint blue light shone on his face, outlining his cold, sculpture-like features. At this moment, his eyes were full of darkness.

On the other side, Mrs. Mo sat alone in the extremely luxurious yet inexplicably cold and lonely living room.

The crystal chandelier in the living room emits a cool light, as if a layer of frost is falling from the sky onto every expensive piece of furniture, making the entire space feel as chilly as an ice cellar.

She leaned lazily on the sofa, like a female cat licking her wounds alone, shaking a glass of red wine in her hand. The red wine swayed gently in the glass, as if dancing a lonely and desolate dance, and it was also like her fluctuating mood at the moment, as if on the eve of a storm. Every sway seemed to tell of her uneasiness and resentment.

Her face looked very bad. Her face, which usually looked as delicate and beautiful as a blooming rose, now looked as if hit by frost and was a bit gloomy. Her lips were slightly pursed, as if she wanted to swallow all the grievances back into her stomach. However, her tightly bitten lower lip still revealed her inner anger, like the crater of a volcano about to erupt, with anger surging faintly.

Lao Mo's subtle but hidden sarcasm at the dinner table was like a sharp thorn that pierced deeply into her heart. Every time she thought of it, the frustration and anger in her heart surged like a surging tide, like a lit powder keg that burned more and more vigorously.

She had never imagined that all her careful planning would end up being ridiculed like this. She had no place to vent her anger, and it could only burn back and forth in her chest, burning her heart and lungs. She felt as if she was in a fiery purgatory, suffering unbearably.

At this moment, the mobile phone that had been lying quietly on the coffee table suddenly vibrated, as if a sudden bolt of lightning broke the silence.

The screen lit up, and a message quietly entered her sight like a ghost. Little did she know that it was this message that became the last straw that broke the camel's back!

The text message was sent by the puppy who appeared like a ghost that day and ruined all her plans.

"It's your turn to come to me tonight or I'll send this to your husband and let him see how his beautiful wife melts in my arms!"

When Mrs. Mo saw the message, she felt as if she was struck by a strong electric current. Her body suddenly froze, as if she was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture. This guy actually took a secret photo that day...

She opened her eyes wide, staring at the screen, as if she wanted to see through the phone; her eyes were full of shock and anger, like two burning flames that seemed to burn everything in front of her; her teeth were chattering, as if she wanted to squeeze out the anger through her teeth.

Then, she gritted her teeth and clicked on the video with trembling fingers. When she saw the scenes of lovemaking, she could no longer suppress the rage in her heart that was erupting like a volcano. She swung her arm suddenly, and her arm drew a sharp arc in the air.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently, like a wounded female animal roaring angrily, trying to calm the rage in her heart that was like a surging tide.

After a long time, she took a few deep breaths, as if she wanted to expel all her anger with these breaths, as if she wanted to dispel the haze in her heart, but the anger in her heart was still burning.

She pretended to be calm, but her slightly trembling hands betrayed her. She picked up the phone and replied to the other party. Her fingers quickly tapped on the screen, and each tap seemed to be filled with anger, as if she wanted to pass on this anger through her fingertips: What do you want? She thought to herself, what kind of situation does this hateful milk dog want to push her to? Does he really want to ruin her reputation before he will stop?

As expected, the other party quickly gave a string of addresses, and then, between the lines, the words returned to the initial obedient and innocent appearance of the puppy, as if the person who threatened her just now was not him: "Sister, come here to find me, I miss you so much, let's talk it out face to face, okay? I don't want to lose you..."