Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

Ai Fei smiled and agreed.

Originally, she just wanted this little girl to overshadow Qiao Shuangluo, but now she sees that the little girl can achieve success in her own career.

Having brought out a national male god, let’s bring out a national goddess.

Ai Fei sent Rong Muzhi's information to the studio and asked them to follow up on the signing matters.

After the meeting, Ling Ye pushed the door open and saw a woman sitting on the bed wearing his white shirt, her two long, slender, snow-white legs fully exposed.

Her black computer was placed on her knees, and her beautiful white hands were typing quickly on it.

She was dressed in white, and the white shirt she wore almost blended in with her snow-white skin. The computer could not cover the scenery below her knees, which was looming and had a fatal attraction.

Ling Ye felt a surge of energy and blood rushing to the top of his head, and he felt like his nose was about to bleed.

He quickly looked away.

He just stared at her face, his voice unconsciously low and hoarse: "Why did you change clothes?"

Ai Fei raised her eyes to look at him, her fingers moving non-stop: "I just worked up a sweat before going to bed, so I took a shower. Are you done with the meeting?"

"Ah."

Ling Ye's voice grew increasingly hoarse as he walked over.

Ai Fei lowered her eyes and wanted to continue to finish the things at hand, but she didn't expect a big hand to grab her ankle.

Powerful and hot.

The heat made her heart tremble, her fingertips became confused, and she accidentally entered a wrong line of code.

She paused and looked up at him.

Ling Ye held her slender white ankles, moved them up little by little, and then grabbed her computer, trying to take it away.

Ai Fei held her hand still and didn't let go: "I still have something to take care of."

"So anxious?"

"Well, halfway through."

"Then you handle it."

Ling Ye supported her by the side, letting her continue to handle it, but that big hand seemed to be welded to her body, lingering bit by bit with strong force.

Even if Ai Fei had an iron will, she couldn't stand his teasing. Why should she work? She might as well just enjoy the beautiful scenery!

She closed the computer with a snap and looked at the man.

Ling Ye's big hand was resting on her thigh. He raised his eyes to look at her: "What's wrong?"

Ai Fei said, "I can't work if Mr. Ling is like this."

Ling Ye said, "Miss Ai has always been as steady as a rock, it's OK."

Ai Fei said, "I'm not stable."

Ling Ye came over, kissed her cheek, and said, "It's unstable. What do you want?"

Ai Fei looked at him steadily and said, "When life is good, you should enjoy it to the fullest."

Ling Ye smiled and pulled the quilt over her long legs. "Be good, it's broad daylight. Don't let your mind wander to other things. Just focus on your work."

Even if he couldn't help himself, he wouldn't spend his wedding night with her in the office.

There still needs to be a sense of ritual.

Ai Fei gritted her teeth slightly: "Mr. Ling really remains calm in the face of temptation. I'm impressed!"

I really want to kick someone!

It was clearly him who flirted first!

Ling Ye pinched her little face and said, "A gentleman has his ways and his ways. Come on, I'll take you to dinner."

"I'm busy, so I can't go."

Ai Fei slapped his claws away.

"Man is iron, and food is steel. Eat first, and I'll hold you."

As Ling Ye spoke, he reached his big hand into the quilt to pick her up, but he didn't want to touch her because it was slippery, and he froze there.

She was wearing nothing under her shirt.

His body was as stiff as a rock, and it took him a while to catch his breath.

It took all his self-control to not push her down on him.

He pulled his hands away, his voice hoarse and restrained: "Go change your clothes."