Lucky to Have You Till the End

This is probably the case with women.

Whether it is confident or not.

For the work partners around men, they all like to see if there are any who are more beautiful, younger, or particularly outstanding than themselves.

Tang Xinyan glanced at it. They were mostly men, with only two women, but they were not too young, probably in their thirties, wearing glasses, and looked very capable and neat.

Tang Xinyan's heart was slightly put in her stomach.

The secretary who has dealt with him the most, among the assistants, there is no woman like a vixen.

Mo Chiwei put Tang Xinyan's small expression and small eyes into his eyes, he squeezed the palm of her hand, and a soft light flashed across his deep eyes.

His office is similar to her imagination.

Spacious, bright, clean, cold and hard tones, rigorous and low-luxury, people feel awe-inspiring.

Mo Chiwei had work to deal with, and Tang Xinyan didn't bother him, she sat quietly on the leather sofa.

After reading the script for a while, he couldn't help but look at the man at work.

It is said that serious men are the most handsome, indeed.

Seeing his angular outline, deep and delicate features, and indifferent expression, she couldn't help taking out the pen and paper from her bag.

While watching him quietly, he drew his handsome look on the paper.

His eyes are the most difficult to draw among the five senses.

Most of the time, they are deep and indifferent, but occasionally, they are also tender.

Tang Xinyan drew his affectionate look.

It took almost an hour to paint.

After painting, my wrist is a little sore.

Before she could appreciate it, a large, white and slender hand suddenly took away the drawing paper from her hand.

The man lowered his eyes, looking at the portrait on the drawing paper.

It is his familiar facial features and contours.

In the deep pupils, there is a gentle smile implicitly, thin lips pursed with a faint smile, the expression is so beautiful, even he himself is stunned.

He seemed, even he didn't know, that he could smile so softly.

Tang Xinyan blushed and took the drawing paper back from the man's hand, "I just drew it easily."

Mo Chiwei reached out to her, "Give it to me."

"what?"

"give me."

Tang Xinyan handed the drawing paper to him, he turned around and put it on the desk.

Tang Xinyan chased after him, "I really did it casually. If you want, I will go back and paint a good picture..."

Before she finished speaking, he suddenly put his arms around her slender waist.

After a spin, he brought her to the desk.

He looked at her with lustrous eyes, his voice low and sexy, "Like me who is gentle, huh?"

Tang Xinyan's heartbeat was quickened by him, with both hands resting on his sturdy chest, "I like it all."

His thin lips made a faint smile.

She was ashamed and scorned him, "What are you laughing at?"

He didn't answer, but bowed his head and grabbed her lips.

He was wondering whether he should agree to Dr. Chu's words, hypnotize, and forget the scene that affected his physical and mental health.

He wanted her, no woman really made him think so.

Both body and mind hurt.

Tang Xinyan didn't know what the man thought of. At first, his kiss was gentle, but slowly, it became wild and ferocious.

He sucked her lips fiercely, rushed into her lip cavity, caught her tongue, and robbed her of oxygen.

"...Well, this is your office, someone will come later..."

She really didn't want his noble and noble image to be shattered in front of her subordinates.

Mo Chiwei bit her lips, his voice hoarse and charming, "Still in the mood to consider other people's feelings?"

Without giving her a chance to speak, he kissed again.