The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 112 President, Let’s Sing Together (37)

After arriving at the office on the top floor, Duan Yu blocked Bai Chen out and pulled Qiao Rong to the lounge.

Before Qiao Rong could react, he was pressed on the soft bed.

Qiao Rong was stunned, put his hands on Duan's hard chest, and asked in confusion, "Duan Yu, what's wrong with you?"

Duan Yu buried his face in her neck, and his warm breath continuously spread on the skin on the side of her neck, itching.

Qiao Rong couldn't help shrinking her neck, but was held down by Duan Yu again.

His voice was muffled: "When you and Song Ze sang..."

Qiao Rong waited for a while, but did not wait for the next sentence, and asked doubtfully, "Huh?"

Duan Yu paused, and continued to speak, with a low voice: "... seems very happy."

Qiao Rong was stunned, thought for a while, and retorted: "I'm only happy when I sing, not because I'm with Song Ze."

Duan Yu paused, raised his head, met her eyes, and looked carefully.

Qiao Rong thought for a while, then continued: "...and, when I was singing, I kept thinking about you."

Duan Yu was stunned, some couldn't believe it: "...Miss me?"

Qiao Rong frowned: "This song is a bit difficult to sing, but it seems to be better when I think of you."

Duan Yu stared closely at the expression on her face, the light in her eyes flickered, and her voice was a little difficult: "...Why do you think that I will be better?"

Qiao Rong shook his head: "I don't know either..."

She didn't think so much.

Duan Yu fell silent, just kept looking at her pair of beautiful big eyes, gently stroking the ends of her eyes with his fingers.

When will his complete figure be shown in those eyes...

Qiao Rong blinked lightly, flapped her eyelashes, opened her eyes suddenly, and shouted excitedly, "Duan Yu!"

Duan Yu paused for a second and responded: "Huh?"

Qiu Rong blinked desperately and said with some hesitation: "I seem to be able to see more clearly than just now. I can see your blurry shadow."

Duan Yu was taken aback, looked at her, and didn't speak.

Qiao Rong was a little dejected again and said, "But I still can't see your face clearly."

Duan Yu was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked her: "Do you want to know what I look like?"

The voice was low and somewhat bewitching.

Qiao Rong blinked, really curious, nodded: "Yes."

Duan Yu smiled lightly, then took her hand, and gently pressed her palm against his side face.

Qiao Rong was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what this meant.

Duan Yuyu said temptingly: "Don't you want to know my appearance, you can touch it, huh?"

Listening to his magnetic voice, Qiao Rong felt as if she had really been bewitched. She moved her fingers involuntarily, moving to his brow bone, and then down the bridge of the nose.

The soft fingers seem to have a kind of magical power, and when they gently brush every corner of the cheeks, they bring bursts of irresistible tingling, but they are as addictive as poppies.

Duan Yu's eyes were lingering, and the color in his eyes continued to deepen, like shackles, tightly locked Qiao Rong, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

In the end, he couldn't stand it any longer, pressed Qiao Rong's fidgeting fingers, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can you imagine it?"

Qiao Rong thought for a while, then shook her head honestly: "I can't think of it, but it must be very good-looking."

The young master is very delicate and beautiful in every plane.

Duan Yu laughed softly, slowly approached her, and comforted her: "It doesn't matter, you will be able to see it one day."

Qiao Rong: ...

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(End of this chapter)