Got married to a billionaire CEO after get off work

Her feet immediately left the ground. Sang Yu exclaimed. Fearing that she would fall, she suddenly grabbed Yu Feiwan's shoulders and clamped her legs around his waist. Because Yu Feiwan was not wearing any clothes, her cheeks were almost It was pressed against the skin of his shoulder, flesh to flesh, without any reservation. The warm body temperature of the man's body was instantly transmitted to Sang Yu's face, making it look particularly intimate for a moment.

Sang Yu's heart hit her chest hard, with a "boom" and beating rapidly. She struggled to get down: "Let me go, Yu Feiwan!"

"Are you so anxious to call me by my full name?"

Yu Feiwan tilted his head towards her slightly, his lips almost touching her neck: "Aren't you afraid that I will catch a cold?"

"I just suggest that you can dry your hair yourself without my help."

Yu Feiwan slapped her on the butt: "Who came to provoke me first and said that he is my little secretary and is at my disposal at any time?"

"but……"

"Are you cheating?" Yu Feiwan had actually been restraining himself from maintaining the distance that Sang Yu wanted, but at this moment, just holding her in his arms, all rationality was fucked.

Teasing her was his pleasure. Yu Feiwan admitted that he was also a shameless person, full of bad taste, and could not make a lifelong promise, but he still couldn't help but want to get so close to her.

Are all men scumbags?

Yu Feiwan had serious doubts about his character, but he didn't care, he only wanted this moment.

Just like last time in the hotel, Yu Feiwan asked her to sit on the sink, "The one who came to recruit me first must admit his fault."

Passing the hair dryer to Sang Yu: "Dry my hair for me."

Sang Yu felt that Yu Feiwan was picking on words and was speaking seriously, but his body was very shameless. Although she was sitting on the stage, Yu Feiwan did not distance the two of them. He stood up straight and leaned against her. On the cabinet under the countertop, her legs were still hanging on his waist and she couldn't put them down because Yu Feiwan's hands were dragging them down.

This posture is so fucking shameless.

Sang Yu leaned back and said, "Take your hands away."

"I'm afraid you'll run away and be disobedient."

"Where can I run?" Sang Yu's face turned red, thinking of all this.

"Okay." Yu Feiwan let go of his hand, but he didn't step back. The two of them were very close to each other, and she was sitting on the sink, so she could only spread her legs and naturally hit both sides of Yu Feiwan's waist. .

Sang Yu's face burned as she looked at this gesture, but the good thing was that she was wearing pants, otherwise she would have been too embarrassed to see anyone.

Moreover, Yu Feiwan was still staring at her.

Sang Yu thought sadly that returning to the original position and maintaining the initial distance were all nonsense, because as long as he slept, everything would deteriorate. Hey, he should go to the hospital after being injured by Huang Xiang that night. , instead of provoking Yu Feiwan.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be like now, with someone clinging to her like a dog-skin plaster.

She didn't even have enough reason to kick him away cheerfully.

Sang Yu resignedly blow-dried Yu Feiwan's hair. Yu Feiwan's hair was neither long nor short, and her fingers could be stuck in her hair. It was quite fun to follow her hair.

"Have you played enough?"

Sang Yu felt guilty like a child who was caught stealing snacks by his parents, "...his hair is almost dry."

"Are you still wet?" Yu Feiwan had no intention of letting her go.

Sang Yu knew that in the current atmosphere, if she had even the slightest clue to fall into Yu Feiwan's hands, he would whip her body back and forth. "Your hair is thick, I won't make it bald if I pull it out a few times."

"You don't look good when you're bald."

"Ah, men really care whether they are bald or not."

"That's right." Yu Feiwan did not deny it.

Sang Yu patted Yu Feiwan's arm, "Can you please let me down? I want to wash up and go to bed."

"Can you sleep?"

"It's jet lag. I have to rest my mind even if I can't sleep. It's not like I haven't stayed up all night." What Sang Yu has to do now is to tell Yu Feiwan to get out of the bathroom.

"Then I'll carry you down." Yu Feiwan stretched out his long hand and stopped Sang Yu's waist with one hand. Sang Yu also hugged Yu Feiwan's shoulders. The water drops on the man's body had dried and his skin was very smooth. Yu Yi couldn't use his strength, and his body suddenly sank, and then he pulled off Yu Feiwan's bath towel.

She watched helplessly as the towel fell to the ground.

Sang Yu almost wanted to die.

We promised not to make any mistakes, but we made such a big mistake!