Desire possesses, unable to escape from the palm of my roommate's uncle

After the passionate lovemaking, Fu Miaoxi blushed as she wiped off the melted chocolate in her palm bit by bit.

Jiang Qingyan handed her the paper with one hand and straightened his messed up hair with the other.

Seeing Fu Miaoxi yawning slightly, Jiang Qingyan scratched her face with his fingers: "Why are you so sleepy?"

"I didn't have time to take a nap at noon."

"Are you blaming me for forcing you to come here?"

Fu Miaoxi closed her mouth and raised her eyes quietly, with an obvious meaning in her eyes: How dare I be angry with you!

Jiang Qingyan didn't bother with such a trivial matter. He held her waist with one hand and passed the other hand under her knees, and lifted Fu Miaoxi directly from the chair.

Jiang Qingyan suddenly exerted force, and Fu Miaoxi was not mentally prepared, but she didn't know whether she had wiped the chocolate paste off her hands, and she didn't dare to touch Jiang Qingyan.

Subconsciously, he shrank up and clung tightly to Jiang Qingyan, seeking a sense of security.

Jiang Qingyan really liked the way she acted obediently and defenselessly in front of him, which always softened his heart.

"How about I carry you to wash your hands, then go to my lounge and have a good sleep?"

He asked, but did not stop. He directly carried Fu Miaoxi to the lounge connected to his office.

The lounge in the president's office is much larger than an ordinary guest room in a five-star hotel.

There are sofas, rocking chairs, wine cabinets, wardrobes, as well as TVs, computers, treadmills, and all kinds of facilities are very complete.

Fu Miaoxi looked around curiously, but before she could take a closer look, Jiang Qingyan carried her into the bathroom.

The two stood in front of the mirror, Fu Miaoxi waiting for Jiang Qingyan to put her down, and Jiang Qingyan waiting for Fu Miaoxi to wash her hands before carrying her to the bed.

Seeing Jiang Qingyan didn't move for a long time, Fu Miaoxi turned her head and looked at him puzzledly: "Put me down!"

Jiang Qingyan was puzzled: "Can't you just wash it like this?"

Fu Miaoxi stretched out her hand and shook it twice, indicating that she couldn't reach the sink at all.

Seeing Fu Miaoxi's thin arms swinging in the air, as lively as cats playing, Jiang Qingyan raised his eyebrows but still did not move.

"Put me down now!"

Fu Miaoxi shook her legs again, urging Jiang Qingyan.

This time Jiang Qingyan went along with her and put her down, but he stood behind her without moving.

Fu Miaoxi was too embarrassed to wash her hands by herself, so she stood up straight and looked at Jiang Qingyan behind her in the mirror: "Uncle, aren't you going to work?"

Jiang Qingyan's gaze moved from her in the mirror to her in front of him. He always felt that even a strand of Fu Miaoxi's hair, under the soft light of the ceiling light, was shining with a luster that attracted him.

He didn't say anything, but pinched Fu Miaoxi's chin accurately, lifted her head slightly, and kissed her more moist lips from top to bottom.

This posture made Fu Miaoxi feel a little uncomfortable. When they separated, her eyes were filled with tears. It was not because she was sleepy, but because she couldn't breathe.

Seeing those peach blossom eyes that used to be clear and bright were once again stained with the blush of desire, Jiang Qingyan could no longer restrain himself. He turned Fu Miaomiao around and carried her to the sink, squeezed in between her legs, and kissed her again impatiently and fiercely.

Occasionally, when Fu Miaomiao had some space to breathe, he would stick his lips to the corner of Fu Miaoxi's mouth and demand in an irresistible tone, "Fu Miaomiao, tell me you miss me."

"I want to..." But before Fu Miaomiao could finish the sentence, he lowered his voice again, taking in all her sobs.

By the time Jiang Qingyan came out of the bathroom, more than ten minutes had passed.

He straightened his shirt, closed the curtains in the lounge for Fu Miaoxi, turned on the lights, and then left for the office.

After Fu Miaoxi washed her hands, she quickly splashed cold water on her face, trying to get rid of the heat on her face, but it had little effect.

When she lay down on the bed, covered herself with the quilt, and smelled the fresh bitter fragrance, the heat on her face surged up again.

She could only silently pinch the quilt, close her eyes, and force herself to fall asleep quickly.

On the other side, Jiang Qingyan didn't seem to be affected at all, but it was unknown whether he felt the same way in his heart.

Chen Jue and others came in and out of his office, and the final settlement accumulated over the past few days was waiting for Jiang Qingyan's approval.

After working for more than an hour, Jiang Qingyan looked at the watch and saw that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Anything else urgent?"

"No more. Mr. Ming's hot spring villa will officially open tomorrow. Are you going to attend the cocktail party at Huangge tonight?"

"Go, that villa is the key to revitalizing the surrounding projects, I must show up."

"Then I'll go and inform Li Zhen to prepare a dress for you."

Jiang Qingyan nodded, and seeing that Chen Jue did not leave, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

Chen Jue asked cautiously, "Is Miss Fu going? Do we need to prepare anything for her?"

Jiang Qingyan thought about it and shook his head.

"Is there anything else I need to take care of this afternoon?"

"Nothing."

"Then don't let anyone disturb me anymore. I'm going to rest for a while."

"Okay okay."

Jiang Qingyan walked into the lounge and changed into pajamas in the dark. Looking at the small bulge on the big bed, he actually felt a little sleepy.

He quietly lifted the quilt and found Fu Miaoxi curled up in a ball with her hands hugging her knees. He couldn't help but frown.

It would be strange if you could sleep well if you sleep in this position.

Jiang Qingyan spread Fu Miaoxi's arms and legs, but despite the noise, Fu Miaoxi didn't wake up. Jiang Qingyan was puzzled, wondering what she had done and why she was so tired.

It seemed as if the source of warmth in her arms was gone, making Fu Miaoxi feel very insecure. She rolled to the side, lay on Jiang Qingyan, and continued to sleep.

Jiang Qingyan looked at the person who suddenly appeared in his arms, feeling Fu Miaoxi's gentle breath spraying on his collarbone. His throat moved, and in such a charming environment, he had the physiological reaction that a normal man should have.

He kept telling himself that Fu Miaoxi was still young, still young, and needed to be raised a little longer. He suppressed the anger in his heart, and fell asleep holding the warm and soft beauty in his arms.

It seemed that at this moment, Jiang Qingyan finally felt that she had returned to China.

When Fu Miaoxi woke up, it was pitch black all around her. She felt as if she was lying on someone.

Fu Miaoxi was so frightened that she jumped up instantly.

"Slow down." Jiang Qingyan held her waist and said, "You'll fall off the bed if you make such a loud noise."

"Uncle...Uncle!" Even in such a dark environment, Fu Miaoxi's face can be seen to be red: "Why are you here?"

She knelt on the bed, looked at herself, and then looked at Jiang Qingyan.

"This is my lounge, why can't I be here?" Jiang Qingyan was also full of sleep. This man who had been working non-stop all day woke up earlier than Fu Miaoxi.

"Or are you worried about what I might do to you?"

"I didn't!" Fu Miaoxi answered loudly, as if this could give herself courage.

"Well, you didn't, I was just worried about what I might do to you." Jiang Qingyan followed Xiaomao's wishes, sat up and rubbed her hair that was loose before she went to sleep.

Fu Miaoxi was so angry that she choked when she saw Jiang Qingyan acting so confidently like a hooligan.

"When you wake up, get up and pack up. I'll have someone take you back to the mansion."

"Uncle, aren't you going back?"

"There's a cocktail party tonight." Jiang Qingyan got out of bed and turned to ask Fu Miaoxi, "Do you want to go with me?"

Fu Miaoxi quickly shook her head.

She really had little interest in the elegantly dressed and bustling upper class society. Instead of spending time socializing, she would rather go back and finish her own things.

"Then go back and have a good meal and wait for me to come back."