Jiaojiao is soft and can be bullied, and the crazy CEO is addicted

"Oh, I see. Maybe he's very skilled in bed."

Xu Jia said something in a sarcastic tone.

Chi Yiqing glared at Xu Jia, who rolled his eyes and shut his mouth.

Although it was Chi Yi's birthday party, Tang Shuya was the absolute focus. He was surrounded by the crowd and greeted everyone.

Ling Zhen didn't want to join in the fun, so he found a seat and sat down.

Everyone had a great time. In the end, everyone was drunk and staggering, but Tang Shuya was the only one with a slightly flushed face, and his consciousness was still clear.

As soon as I went out, the cold night wind hit me in the face.

Ling Yuan shivered from the cold, and an arm was placed on her shoulder. Tang Shuya seemed to be not drunk, but who knows, his body was hot, and the heat spread to her little by little, actually dispelling the coldness on half of her body.

You can't drive after drinking.

Ling Zhen helped him to the back seat and asked him, "Where are the car keys?"

The collar of his shirt was undone, revealing his collarbone. His sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing the veins on his forearms. He replied in a deep voice, "In my pocket."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Zhen rummaged through his suit jacket pockets and asked, "Nothing?"

Tang Shuya's entire body weight was half on her, his head resting on her shoulder. He frowned and said, "Pants pocket."

This situation reminded Ling Zhen of the time when he pretended to be drunk and she was forced to send him home.

She didn't know how much Tang Shuya could drink, when he was really drunk and when he was just pretending to be drunk.

Just like him, you can never tell which of his words are true and which are false.

It's really tiring to be with someone who always has to guess.

Ling Zhen paused and reached into Tang Shuya's trouser pocket. Her hands were really soft, as if they had no bones. Through the layer of fabric in his trousers, her heat touched him, intermittently, making Tang Shuya frown and feel a faint heat in his lower abdomen.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you find it?"

Ling Zhen said: "I didn't find it."

"the other side."

Ling Zhen took a breath and carefully touched his other trouser pocket.

She couldn't help but wonder, doesn't this luxury car have a one-button start function?

Still need car keys?

After thinking about it, I finally found it.

She took out her car keys, but suddenly bumped into the man's arms and the car door closed.

The hand around her waist was so hot that it seemed to burn her flesh.

Ling Yuan's posture was very awkward. It would be more accurate to say that she was lying on Tang Shuya's thighs rather than being held by him.

The woman's fresh fragrance hits the nose, and the fragrance carries her body temperature and scent, making people intoxicated and unable to stop.

He had been abstaining from sex for many days and had drunk some wine. The soft jade was in his arms, lying on his lap.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly and stared at Ling Yuan. His cherry lips and wet eyes were getting darker and darker, as if covered by something.

I've thought about it a little.

From Ling Zhen's perspective, he looked up and saw that his jawline was smooth and neat, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and there was a desire in the man's eyes as strong as ink.

Ling Zhen's fingertips twitched, and she turned her body, trying to sit up, when a hot kiss fell on her red lips.

The tip of his tongue lightly traced the shape of her lips. He was clearly drooling over them, but he just couldn't bring himself to put them in his mouth.

His teasing was unbearable. Ling Zhen clenched his fists involuntarily and kept telling himself that it was just a dog bite and he would not feel anything.

"Open your mouth."

He ordered in a hoarse voice, and when Ling Zhen opened a gap slightly, he couldn't wait to reach in.

Entangle, engulf.

He gradually deepened the kiss, making it passionate and lingering. His hands clasped around Ling Zhen's waist unconsciously tightened, as if he wanted to swallow her into his stomach.

Her heart was sucked away by him.

His thin lips were close to her ear.

The ear canal was filled with the sound of sticky water.

Ling Yuan's cheeks flushed red, and her ears trembled again when he touched her. She gasped softly, "No, I'm not fully recovered yet..."

Tang Shuya looked at the person in his arms, her lips glowing red. The crimson in his eyes overflowed and flowed. He cupped Ling Yuan's cheek with his large hands, gently rubbing her lips with his thumbs. "Help me here, huh?"

The voice was low and coaxing.

Ling Zhen raised his eyes, embarrassed, "What if someone sees us?"

"No one will come, and even if they come, they won't be able to see it."

His voice was hoarse, and the lust in his eyes did not fade at all.

Ling Yuan's cheeks flushed, her crow-feather eyelashes trembled slightly as she glared at him, but she bit her lip and said nothing.

His throat slid up and down, pinching Ling Zhen's chin and kissing her again, words spilling out from between his lips and teeth, "Baby, be good, just think of it as pity on me, ok?"

He drank the wine, and the faint smell of alcohol mixed with the floral fragrance on his body became stronger, bringing out an intoxicating aroma and even a bewitching taste.

Although the tone seems to be one of negotiation, there is no room for negotiation.

Tang Shuya's fingers were on his zipper.

The sound of a metal zipper tearing came from the small space, and that sound directly tore apart his uncontrollable emotions.

There was a layer of moisture on Ling Zhen's eyelashes and eye sockets. She raised her little face and looked at him.

The size of the suit pants gradually increased in her pupils.

Tang Shuya leaned his head back, and this action made his Adam's apple bulge out.

His usually elegant and handsome face gradually became confused, his thin lips slightly opened, and he let out a seductive moan.

Her clear voice was also made hoarse by lust, and it seemed particularly sexy in this cramped carriage.

At the same time, it was infinitely magnified and was particularly harsh in Ling Yuan's ears.

His love reached its extreme point, and his soul seemed to be leaving his body.

His fingers dropped down and pinched her soft cheeks.

Ling Yuan frowned slightly in discomfort.

He was happy, she was uncomfortable.

He is as high as the clouds, and she is as low as the mud.

The difference between cloud and mud.

A strand of her long hair fell, and the end of the hair passed through his fingers. He twisted it lightly, and the hair entangled with his fingers.

I don't know if it was the hair that was entangled with my fingers, or the fingers that were entangled with the hair.

They are destined to be entangled with each other, even though there is an entire world between the clouds and mud.

A line from Zhang Ailing's book: "The way to a woman's heart is through the narrow path below her navel."

In fact, men are the same. For example, at this moment, if you ask Tang Shuya which of so many women he would choose to stay by his side, he will definitely choose Ling Yuan without blinking an eye.

Even after the joy, everything is different.

But at this moment, he just wanted her.

How ridiculous, but that's the truth.

Although Tang Shuya was not satisfied, he was still much happier physically and mentally. After all, something was better than nothing.

He held Ling Zhen in his arms and gently kissed her swollen lips.

And she did not move, nor say a word, letting him hold her, with her eyelids slightly lowered, a desolate tear condensed in her eyes.

He didn't mind her indifference at all. He turned his head and whispered in her ear, coaxing her with great patience.

At this moment, there was a sound of knocking on the car window.

Ling Zhen subconsciously looked up and saw a familiar face pressed against the car window. His eyes were wide open and he was desperately looking left and right into the car.

She immediately covered her mouth and held her breath to prevent herself from screaming.

Fang Xi!