Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

Qiao Zhichu was stunned.

It turns out that he is waiting for her here.

She agreed verbally, but in fact, this old fox was holding back on her academic qualifications.

She gritted her teeth secretly, but smiled innocently: "So, now I am just looking for Mr. Song to open a back door and make some concessions."

Song Weiyi raised her chin with his fingertips: "Si Group never accepts unspoken rules."

"Rules are dead," Qiao Zhichu said, "but people are alive."

The two people were very close to each other, and their breath was entangled.

She lowered her eyebrows and looked at his thin lips.

To kiss, or not to kiss?

Qiao Zhichu still remembers the scene when she held wine in her mouth and tried to feed him a drink, but he pushed her away in disgust.

Will it be pushed away today?

Take a gamble.

"Boss Song," Qiao Zhichu said in a thin voice, "It's hard to find a secretary who can sing, drink, and play cards these days."

Song Weiyi's Adam's apple rolled.

The next second, Qiao Zhichu lowered her head, put her hands on his shoulders, and kissed his lips.

Cooler than expected.

Soft, with a light tobacco flavor that is not overpowering.

Qiao Zhichu closed her eyes, but felt lucky that she was not pushed away this time.

But, what to do next?

Pry open his lips? Teeth?

Actual combat is always harder than you imagine.

Song Weiyi's low and hoarse voice came: "...You don't even know how to kiss?"

There was an obvious mockery in these words, and she was a little annoyed. She rushed in while he was about to speak.

But this awkwardness cannot be concealed no matter what.

Qiao Zhichu's teeth seemed to have broken the corner of his lip. She heard his slight gasp and panicked. When she was about to get up, her waist tightened and then she was lifted up by a pair of strong arms and sat on the mahjong table.

With a "rustle", all the mahjong tiles were swept aside, and Song Weiyi pressed down, forcefully and skillfully.

His hand passed through her seaweed-like hair, touched her earlobe, and pinched it lightly.

Qiao Zhichu felt numb all over.

The taste of Song Weiyi has filled his mouth, and he has completely taken control of the initiative.

The incandescent crystal lamp above her head made her eyes hurt, so she could only close them tightly, climb up her hands to his back, and grab his shirt.

Strange, helpless, resisting, yet having to cater to...

Qiao Zhichu didn't know how she spent these few short minutes.

When Song Weiyi let her go, her eyes were blurry and her breathing was unstable.

He looked at her calmly, his eyes clear.

but……

"I'll make an exception and open this back door for you." Song Weiyi's fingertips wiped the water stains on her lips, "Report to Si's tomorrow."

Qiao Zhichu nodded and smiled, "I've said it before, Mr. Song, this rule is dead."

Although she was clearly at a disadvantage, she was very smart with her words and was determined to win back the game.

Song Weiyi raised his eyebrows and slapped her buttocks heavily. The crisp sound of "pa" made her blush and her heart beat faster.

He said nothing, straightened up, adjusted his shirt casually, and gave her another meaningful look.

"Mr. Song," Qiao Zhichu picked up the suit jacket on the back of the chair and handed it to him, "Don't forget it."

He took it, placed it on his wrist, and glanced across her rosy lips, a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

As the door closed, Qiao Zhichu's straight back slumped down.

She scratched her hair and looked around before realizing that she was still sitting at the mahjong table.