The personal master of the stunning president

Chapter 11 Roll as far as the horizon

Han Yueying was holding a piece of underwear and putting it on. Although she heard footsteps in the office, she didn't take it seriously, because she knew that there was no one other than Li Sitong who dared to enter her office without her consent.

"Pretty, seductive, perfect." Looking at Han Yueying's graceful back, Leng Feng swallowed hard, but felt that this background seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and help me." Han Yueying said in a rebuke that she didn't fasten the belt even after buckling it a few times with her backhand.

Leng Feng's eyes widened sharply. For a beauty like Mr. Han, he wanted to help her tie the lace by himself. This happiness came too suddenly.

Leng Feng felt that he had always been a helpful person, and now that a beautiful woman has a life, he would naturally not refuse, so he walked behind Han Yueying.

In the process of tying the belt, her fingers rubbed against Han Yueying's skin. At that moment, Leng Feng, known as the prodigal son of Huacong, couldn't help feeling like being electrocuted.

"Sitong..." Han Yueying sighed faintly: "It's getting bigger and bigger, and I'm thinking about whether to change to a bigger cup, the feeling of being strangled is really uncomfortable .”

"I'm asking you something." Seeing that Li Sitong hadn't said a word, Han Yueying turned her head abruptly. When she saw that it was Leng Feng standing behind her, her pupils shrank like needlepoints, and her mind was in a panic. Some shorts.

When Leng Feng saw Han Yueying's appearance, he was caught off guard on the spot. No wonder he thought the fragrance of the office and Boss Han's back were very familiar. It turned out that this girl was the girl from that night!

Although he could feel the murderous intent flickering in Han Yueying's eyes, Leng Feng took the time to appreciate the wonderful scenery on Han Yueying's chest with the idea of ​​not taking advantage of the bastard.

This bastard, why did he come out here, and let him tie it for him...

Even the last time, this bastard has seen his body for the second time!
This bastard, who was obviously discovered by me, still dares to look at me like this!
After reacting, a flash of hysterical madness flashed in Han Yueying's eyes, and she kicked Leng Feng fiercely: "You bastard, I will kill you."

Leng Feng took two steps back, passed Han Yueying's feet, and said with an aggrieved face, "Hey, you asked me to come, and you asked me to help, why are you suddenly going to beat and kill again?"

Han Yueying was panting heavily, clenched her fists tightly, and wanted to rush over and strike.

It was only after seeing Leng Feng's fiery eyes that Han Yueying realized that what she had to do at this moment was not to teach this bastard a lesson, but to put on her clothes.

"Get out for me." Thinking of this, Han Yueying lowered her voice and roared angrily, turned her back, grabbed her clothes in a hurry and put them on her body.

After putting on her clothes and turning around, seeing Leng Feng standing there still unsatisfied, Han Yueying raised her brows, and wanted to rush over to make a move again.

It was only then that Leng Feng reacted, turned his head and ran out.

"You bastard." Han Yueying scolded viciously, but thinking of Leng Feng's terrifying force value, rushing there by herself would have no benefit other than humiliating herself, so she could only stomp her feet in resentment.

"I must make this bastard pay the price." Han Yueying gritted her teeth and reminded herself as she hurried out of the room, but she couldn't help being stunned when she saw Leng Feng staring straight at the photo on her desk.

Leng Feng knew that Han Yueying was in a fit of anger, staying in the room was no different than courting death, so he rushed out of the room, but when his eyes fell on the photo frame in the office, he stayed there as if struck by lightning.

In the photo frame is a family photo. A young man is standing in the back row. He looks ordinary, but there is a world-defying frivolity in his expression.

Leng Feng saw such a look on Han Zhenwu's face more than once, thinking that Boss Han turned out to be Han Zhenwu's younger sister, and the scene where Han Zhenwu blocked the bullet for himself flashed through his mind like a movie.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that Leng Feng dared to stay in the office, Han Yueying felt angry again.

At this moment, Leng Feng really wanted to tell Han Yueying that he was Han Zhenwu's brother and came to protect Han Yueying, but the words came to his lips, but Leng Feng couldn't say anything.

Of course, it would not be a problem to reveal her identity, but if Han Yueying asked about Han Zhenwu, how should she answer?

"Nothing." Leng Feng shook his head, then turned to look at Han Yueying.

When seeing the vicissitudes, pain and nostalgia in Leng Feng's eyes, Han Yueying couldn't help being stunned, how could there be such complicated eyes in this man's eyes.

Leng Feng thumped a little. With Han Yueying's shrewdness, his eyes would definitely arouse her suspicion.

"By the way, I think, depending on your skin color and temperament, black is the most suitable for you." Thinking of this, Leng Feng decided to make amends, and said with a wretched face.

"Get out..." Han Yueying really diverted her attention from Leng Feng's words, her eyes seemed to be spewing fire, her chest was bulging, and she pointed to the door: "How far is the sky? Just roll as far as you want."

Seeing Leng Feng running away, Han Yueying clutched her forehead weakly, what's wrong with her, why can't she control her emotions in front of this bastard, who is always calm when things happen, and, What is the meaning of that look in this bastard's eyes?
"Wu Dalang, I have already found your sister, and your sister seems to be in trouble, but don't worry, as long as I have breath, I will never let anyone hurt a hair of your sister." Leng Feng stood upright. There, basically ignoring the beautiful women passing by.

"Beauty, I'm sorry, please show me your ID." Seeing a beautiful woman approaching, Leng Feng, who was thinking about something, didn't move, but Zhao Yong grabbed her face and greeted her wretchedly.

"I didn't bring my ID." Liu Li looked at Zhao Yong, and a look of disappointment flashed in her eyes. The sisters made up their minds and planned to take revenge on Leng Feng, but they didn't expect that it was Zhao Yong who stopped her this time.

"Go there to register without your ID." Zhao Yong smiled openly, and pointed to the desk on one side.

That's okay, since you bumped into the muzzle of the gun recklessly, I will take you under the knife!

Seeing Zhao Yong's wretched face, Liu Li stared, her face was also covered with frost: "I register you as a big-headed ghost! If you want to take advantage of me, just say so."

"Why did I take advantage of you?" Zhao Yong said with a guilty conscience, and at the same time gave Leng Feng a depressed look. Damn, no matter how Leng Feng came, it would be no harm. He used the same method, but It was spotted by others at a glance.

"Don't think I don't know." Liu Li sneered: "You want to peek at our breasts while we are lying there, go, go to the security department with me and make it clear."

"Yes, tell us to go to the security department." Several other beauties who conspired with Liu Li appeared out of nowhere, dragging Zhao Yong to the security department.

"Leng Feng..." Zhao Yong panicked, looking at Leng Feng for help!

(End of this chapter)