After wearing it for five years, he was favored by the boss

Chapter 332 Have You Touched Enough?

Du Mu caught a glimpse of Zhao Chumian in the office, and wisely didn't follow in, and even closed the door.

Zhao Chumian stood up angrily, "Sheng Xifang, what do you mean?"

"Just telling the truth." Sheng Xifang took off his suit as he walked.

The black suit was hung on the brown solid wood floor-to-ceiling coat rack, and the cuffs were rolled up slowly. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, "The doctor told you not to get too emotional."

He took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the black leather chair, and she walked over with small steps, "Sheng Xifang, when you speak, can you discuss it with me?"

After finally waiting for my parents to wake up in the morning, I called them, took pictures of the past, and asked Lu Jin to post on Weibo.

She was just about to go to bed after breakfast when she saw his company's official blog post.

I want to call him, but I always feel that the momentum on the phone is not enough.

She had to question him face to face to swallow this breath.

Originally, once she and Lu Jin clarified, it would be over.

He poured good, added fuel to the fire.

Forcibly dented her into a beautiful, strong and miserable image of a poor woman who was pregnant and abandoned by the rich.

"I thought you were still asleep." Sheng Xifang said lightly.

"I was going to sleep, but now I can't sleep..." Zhao Chumian stood beside him angrily, "How can you be so calm?"

"Otherwise, watching you being scolded?" He tilted his head, and there was a faint smile in his shallow eyes, "You can't take back what you say."

Seeing her angry, her face was puffed up and her red lips were tightly pursed.

With a thought, he stretched his long arms around her waist.

"what!"

Zhao Chumian was forced to sit on his lap, but she couldn't help but stared at his stern face vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

She got up and was held down by him.

His hands were slender and white, with well-defined joints, and looked like noble and fragile objects.

But it is so powerful.

Just putting one arm around her was enough to keep her from breaking free.

"let me go……"

She twisted her waist.

He whispered, "Don't move."

"If you don't hug me, I will mess up..." Move?
She froze suddenly, biting her lip lightly.

His handsome face came closer, his shallow breathing approached, and those dark eyes stared at her deeply and hotly.

The whites of his eyes were red and bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested well.

She tilted her head back and sat on his left leg, with his left arm around her waist.

Has Sheng Xifang watched too many TV dramas recently?

How about imitating the sitting posture of the overlord and the little wife?
"Sheng Xifang, are you playing a hooligan?"

"If you're playing hooligans..." He raised the corner of his mouth and looked at her lips, "I've already kissed her lips..."

His Adam's apple slipped slightly.

"you……"

"I just want to touch my baby." He stretched his right hand towards her belly.

touch the child?
Can the child touch it through the belly?

You just want to play hooligans!
"Well... no."

"Don't touch..."

"Do not……"

Zhao Chumian sat on his lap twisting and twisting, covering his lower abdomen with his hands.

Her twisting buttocks rubbed against his thigh through the suit pants and the thin skirt, like lighting fires everywhere.

But she didn't know it.

As soon as he pressed his hand, his cool palm pressed against the back of her hand.

She froze, looking down at his hand...

As a hand control, really...

Can't resist.

The back of her hand is so soft and warm, it feels... very comfortable.

Zhao Chumian came to his senses and withdrew his hand.

Then he put his palm on her belly.

"Have you not eaten recently? Why don't you gain any meat at all?"

"I really hope that men can get pregnant! Let you experience how painful it is to be pregnant, and how uncomfortable it is to lose weight and keep in shape after giving birth." Zhao Chumian patted his arm, "Have you touched enough? Take it away."

She was angry, "Standing and talking won't hurt your back!"

"I'm sitting." He said with shallow eyes, "You too."

"I'm not here to talk to you!"

"Then you are here..." He pressed his palm on the flimsy skirt, "You invited me to dinner?"

"Why did I invite you to dinner? Haven't you hurt me enough?" She grabbed his wrist with both hands, her voice was soft, "You can take it away..."

(End of this chapter)