Sweet little assistant, CEO's sweetheart

Her hesitation made Shen Jianli very dissatisfied.

If you like someone, shouldn't you declare it immediately?

What is she hesitating about?

It was as if someone was tampering with Shen Jianli's heart, making him irritated and angry.

"you do not like me?"

When this was said, the situation was already looking like a storm was brewing.

He was used to being in control of the situation. If Kuang Weiwei dared to say that she didn't like him, he didn't know what he would do.

"Ok?"

His eyes had become extremely terrifying, and the desire to destroy everything was forming a storm, brewing in his eyes.

Kuang Weiwei has been working with him for so long, she knows the changes in his eyes better than anyone else.

His low pressure was so strong that it might burst in the next second.

Kuang Weiwei leaned in his arms.

Like a kitten, take the initiative to approach.

At that moment, the fragrant aroma hit his nose, and Shen Jianli's arrogance that was about to explode was instantly extinguished by tenderness. The storm clouds in his eyes froze for a moment.

He was still not satisfied.

"say."

She reached out and hugged his waist. This embrace was strong and warm, a place where many women dreamed of resting.

Kuang felt a little aggrieved. "Why are you so fierce? You forced me to have sex with you without caring about anything, and made me give up my body. Now, you're forcing me to give up my heart. Can't you let me think about it?"

Her voice was low and gentle, like a complaint, soft and sticky, and it made people feel itchy and sweet.

Shen Jianli lifted her chin and kissed her lips quickly.

Shen Jianli always does what he wants. Kuang Weiwei, who has never experienced all this, just feels embarrassed and irritated.

There was a reason why Xiang Erlan was so angry.

Kuang Weiwei blushed and tried to avoid his kiss, but it was no use.

"No hiding."

Kuang Weiwei's face turned even redder with anxiety, and she whispered, "The door is not closed."

The office door was wide open. Although it was not yet working hours, it was not safe at all. It made people feel anxious and nervous.

Shen Jianli knew that she was thin-skinned and easily shy.

He opened his mouth and bit her lips, "I know you're shy. I'll go close the door."

He picked her up and walked towards the door.

Kuang Weiwei was flustered. Didn't he say he was going to close the door, but he carried her over?

The office door was closed tightly.

This door is made of thick wood and has good sound insulation.

It's almost time to go to work.

Shen Jianli carried her to the lounge, put her on the bed to rest for a while, and then went to the bathroom to wash up.

Kuang Weiwei pulled the thin blanket to cover herself.

When Shen Jianli came out after washing, he saw the person on the bed curled up like a shrimp, covered tightly from head to toe.

He walked over, pulled back the quilt to expose her head, and rubbed the top of her head with his big palm.

His tone was playful but with a hint of fondness, "You're covering yourself so tightly, aren't you afraid of suffocating yourself?"

Kuang Weiwei had been pampered, her eyes were moist and her lips were particularly rosy, which made Shen Jianli feel distracted again.

"Get up, I'll help you wash, okay?"

He ate a lot of tofu again.

Kuang Weiwei didn't let him touch her again. Her voice, moistened by the moisture, was tender and a little hoarse, "My waist is sore."

Shen Jianli bent down, kissed her lips, and whispered against her lips, "Let me rub it for you."

After massaging her, he took her to take a shower. After washing her clean, he took out the medicated oil from the medicine box.

There is a large medicine box in the lounge, which contains many kinds of medicine, including a lot of medicinal oils for bruises and injuries, but these medicinal oils have a strong smell.

He poured some medicated oil into his palm, rubbed it to warm it up, and then massaged her slender waist.

Her slender waist was so thin that he could almost hold it in one hand.

Shen Jianli let her lean on his arms.

The place that Shen Jianli pinched happened to be her ticklish spot.

Her body twisted and she couldn't help laughing, "Stop rubbing my waist, it's itchy."

She twisted like a shrimp in his arms, and Shen Jianli held her down, "Don't move. If you move again, it won't be a waist massage."

Kuang Weiwei couldn't help but laugh, "But it's really itchy, don't rub it, I'll do it myself."

She doesn't feel itchy when she rubs herself, but it's different when others rub her.

Hearing her laughter, he couldn't help but curl his lips, but his tone was very serious, "I told you not to move, you still have to go to work in the afternoon."

Kuang Weiwei had no choice but to hug his neck.