Miss Shen ran away after finishing her meal, which angered her short-lived uncle to the point of res

Bo Junxing paused as he was about to take the car keys. "Okay."

"Then it's settled. But you'll have to wait a moment while I go buy something."

"What should I buy? If it's condoms, then I don't need them."

"What?" Shen Feiwan was somewhat surprised. "You keep this in your office? A daily necessity?"

“…………” Bo Junxing said, “Do you have a bad memory? This is what you sent. It seems you have to come and claim it today, otherwise I’ll have another pot on my head.”

“Oh,” Shen Feiwan suddenly realized, “Wolf Fang, right?”

Since I didn't do it myself, the impression isn't very deep.

She laughed, "You knew I'd need to use a condom when I come to your place?"

"Otherwise, why did you come looking for me?"

Shen Feiwan: "…………Why do you make me sound like I'm driven by my lower body?"

"It's not a shameful thing as long as it doesn't affect others."

"Hmm, that's good." Shen Feiwan nodded. "I agree with and like your statement. See you in twenty minutes."

Shen Feiwan was very punctual.

When they arrived at Bo Junxing's office, they even ran into Song Yanzhou.

Song Yanzhou was behind her and saw her exclaim in surprise, "Sister-in-law!"

Shen Feiwan turned around and greeted him with a smile, "Looking for President Bo?"

“Yes,” but it was already past closing time, and Song Yanzhou was still quite perceptive. “Actually, it’s not anything important, you don’t have to contact me.”

Shen Feiwan nodded, still with the same smiling expression, "Then I'll trouble you to come see him again tomorrow. His time after get off work today is all mine."

"Understood. Understood. Have fun, sisters-in-law."

"Thank you," Shen Feiwan waved to Song Yanzhou, "See you later."

As she spoke, she pushed open the door to the president's office.

Song Yanzhou watched Shen Feiwan's retreating figure, touched his chin, and clearly felt that she was different from when they first met.

He wasn't sure if it was because he didn't know her well enough, but Song Yanzhou felt that this woman looked both alluring and wild. He wondered if his good friend had noticed either.

It feels like her previous obedience, or rather weakness, was just a mask she wore. Now that she has severely damaged her scumbag father and stepmother, she has gradually begun to let herself go.

Shen Feiwan is indeed getting a bit too wild now.

Upon entering, she saw Bo Junxing's back as he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His tailor-made suit accentuated his waist and legs, making her mouth go dry.

He was standing like this last night on the bathroom sink.

If there had been a mirror behind him at the time, she would have been able to see the shape and trajectory of his waist, hips, and thigh muscles as they moved.

It's just a pity that the mirror was behind her yesterday.

Aside from intense sensations, she saw nothing.

"Bo Junxing."

Shen Feiwan called his name, deliberately drawing out the last syllable, then watched him turn around with satisfaction, ran over and jumped onto his body.

This sudden action was completely unexpected by Bo Junxing.

But he still managed to firmly support Shen Feiwan's thigh.

With a gentle lift, the woman easily hooked her arm around his tight waist.

Their bodies pressed together, Shen Feiwan swallowed hard and reached out to play with Bo Junxing's ear.

She played with him until his ears were red and swollen before she finally spoke, "There's something you don't really want to hear, but I just can't help but tell you. What do you suggest we do?"

Bo Junxing looked at her, his breath hot, "Then hold it in."

Shen Feiwan tightened her grip on his waist, punishing him, "How could you be so naughty? What if you made me feel pent up?"

Bo Junxing opened his mouth.

There really is no way to deal with her. "Then tell me."

Shen Feiwan was satisfied. She ran her hands down his collar and gently stroked the large muscles on his shoulder blades, teasing them.

"I want to ask you... how are you? Have you missed me?"

Her breath was fiery, and ambiguity and hormones quickly heated up between their bodies, so hot it seemed to burn them up and destroy all reason.

"You vixen!" Bo Junxing cursed under his breath, carrying the woman in his arms as he strode into the private lounge of the office.

This lounge is very large, with a bedroom, a living room, and a walk-in closet.

The layout is almost identical to their new house in Bo Garden.

However, since Bo Junxing rarely stays overnight here, the dressing room is quite empty.

Shen Feiwan immediately noticed a large, pink box, which stood out among his few dark suits.

When she was put on the bed, she reached out and pressed against Bo Junxing's chest. "Isn't there something for me to claim? I have to go and see it."

Bo Junxing lowered his head and forcefully kissed her lips, "Does it have to be now?"

"When are you going to wait until it's even harder to part? That's too cruel, I don't want to."

Bo Junxing didn't say anything, but Shen Feiwan gave him a gentle push, and he moved aside.

Shen Feiwan went to the dressing room and opened the box.

Today, in Bo Junxing's office, she finally saw the wedding gift Chen Youen had given her.

Besides the set, there was also a spaghetti strap dress with very little fabric.

Shen Feiwan unfolded the box and held it up to her chest.

Bo Junxing, sitting on the bed not far away, stared at her with burning eyes, "Wear it?"

Shen Feiwan shook her head, "That's too much trouble, let's talk about it next time."

She took the small box out of the gift box and then carried her bag to the bed.

"I saw a pen when I was shopping just now, it was a shimmering gold color." As she spoke, she took the pen out of her bag.

Bo Junxing placed his hand on her waist and stroked it. "What did you buy?"

Shen Feiwan didn't answer, but said what she wanted to say, "When I first saw this pen, I wanted to buy it and use it on you."

"why."

I want to write words on you.

"Write what?"

"you guess."

As she spoke, Shen Feiwan unbuttoned Bo Junxing's shirt.

His abdominal muscles were very beautiful, a thin layer, not bulging, but firm and hard.

It is full of power and beauty.

Who wouldn't want to own this?

With his teeth gripping the pen cap, Shen Feiwan pulled out the pen.

Bo Junxing did not refuse, and watched as she sat on his lap and wrote the words "Shen Feiwan's Exclusive" on him.

Her handwriting is slender, but the strokes are very powerful.

Every stroke seemed to be etched onto Bo Junxing's body, making even his bones itch.

Just when Bo Junxing thought she had finished writing.

Unexpectedly, she wrote down the three characters "大几几" again.

This is not enough.