100 Days of Honey Wars: Dictatorship Boss, flirt

The pain in the lower lip stopped Qiao Mucheng's movements, his eyes became even redder, and neither of them moved, just lip to lip.

Jiang Luyao looked at Qiao Mucheng with a smile in his eyes, and gently swept his lips with the tip of his tongue to show provocation.

Feeling the subtlety from the tip of her tongue, Qiao Mucheng stretched out a hand, with an irresistible force, attached to her roundness, and pinched it hard with a slight punishment.

Looking at the woman below him, he frowned because of the pain, Qiao Mucheng's movements became more presumptuous, and he directly used the hand around her waist to reach into the bottom of her skirt.

Jiang Luyao's body trembled involuntarily.

Satisfied with her response, Qiao Mucheng pulled away her lips, smiled, looked at the flushed cheeks of the woman under him, and squeezed her flesh hard with the hand stuck under her skirt: "Jiang Lu Yao, if you want to climb into my bed, you are not good enough."

The pain in his thigh made Jiang Luyao a little annoyed, but he immediately realized what he wanted to express. Does he want to get up?Now that we have reached this point, how can there be any reason to give up halfway?Since he climbed into his bed, if he wanted to get off, he had to wait for her to succeed before he could get off.

Realizing this, she ignored him, stretched out her hand again, wrapped his neck around his neck, and pressed her lips——

For her, this is a great opportunity.

As long as she can get close to him, she has the confidence to make him want to stop.

As long as she can make him want to stop, she will be one step closer to her plan.

It's just that the sky didn't come true, just when her lips were about to touch his lips, there was a sudden throbbing pain in her lower abdomen.

The familiar pain made Jiang Luyao's face look ugly in an instant. The hand that was holding his neck was slowly withdrawn, attached to his lower abdomen, and then he lay back on the bed all at once.

At this gap, Qiao Mucheng straightened up, quickly took the scarf that was thrown aside, and wrapped it around his waist again.

He glanced coldly at the woman lying there with a strange expression, then looked at the position she was covering, and immediately understood, and couldn't help mocking, "Next time I want to climb into a man's bed, pick a good day."

Jiang Luyao felt unspeakably depressed even after being ridiculed because of his stomach discomfort. After giving Qiao Mucheng a cold look, he replied reluctantly, "I want you to take care of it."

After finishing speaking, he got up from the bed clutching his lower abdomen, ignored someone who was taunting him, and walked towards the door.

Go back to your room.

After tidying up and coming out of the bathroom, Jiang Luyao lay listlessly on the bed.

Recently, her relatives have been not very punctual, and she didn't take it seriously, but what she didn't expect was that it would come on time tonight, when she was about to wipe out Qiao Mucheng. Pinpoint a little bit of her good deeds.

Thinking of Qiao Mucheng telling her to pick a good day, she felt irritable, and this sentence still lingered in her mind, unable to get rid of it.

The more I thought about it, the more irritable I became, and finally I just sat up from the bed, looked around here and there in the room, trying to calm down my manic mood in this way.

The bedside table was opened layer by layer. When opening the third layer, Jiang Luyao's eyes were attracted by a lady's card.

Her intuition told her that a woman lived in this room before.

It turns out that it's not that Qiao Mucheng doesn't get close to women, it's just that he doesn't get close to her.

Thinking of this, Jiang Luyao felt a little apprehensive in his heart, but he was more unwilling——

After Jiang Luyao left, Qiao Mucheng went back to the bathroom and took a cold shower. His body told him that he needed to put out the fire.

When he came out of the bathroom again, he vaguely heard some movement outside the door——

At the door of the guest room, Jiang Luyao stood there with the attitude of a hostess, looking very disgusted with the things in the room, pointing fingers in the room, and giving instructions to Ah Qi who was beside him.

"Throw that away."

"Throw that away."

"Take that out and disinfect it."

"..."

Thinking of another woman once lived in this room filled her with jealousy.

Has this woman climbed onto Qiao Mucheng's bed?

Do you have breakfast with him every day?

Is it the so-called person who is willing to make do with what he said?
"what are you doing?"

At some point, Qiao Mucheng was already standing beside her, but his face was not very good-looking.