Mr. He’s Daily Affections

No, it's not an illusion!

Su Zhixi's breathing gradually became rapid, and then she suddenly stood up from her seat!

Ning Yichen looked at her in surprise: Zhixi, what's wrong with you?

It's okay... She murmured unconsciously, still looking out the window, but in a blink of an eye, that familiar figure had disappeared.

She was in a daze for a while, then suddenly realized something, dropped the knife and fork in her hand, kicked off the chair, and ran towards the door of the restaurant on high heels!

Zhixi!

Young lady!

Two voices sounded behind her at the same time, but Su Zhixi turned a deaf ear.

She quickly ran to the door of the restaurant, and stopped suddenly when she saw the figure climbing up the stairs.

At this time, He Jingyao had already walked under the eaves, and he handed the black umbrella to the bodyguard beside him. Under the bright light, the man's noble features looked dazzling.

Su Zhixi watched him approach step by step and almost forgot to breathe.

He Jingyao looked up and saw her, his thin lips slightly raised, and his dark pupils were filled with a somewhat understanding and ambiguous smile.

The familiar eyes and expressions made Su Zhixi burst into tears.

She finally couldn't help it and threw herself into his arms, and was hugged by He Jingyao.

Didn't you say that you don't miss me at all? He smiled lowly, You can't wait?

Su Zhixi hugged him tightly. The man's black coat was stained with a slight moisture, mixed with the familiar smell, which made her heart sore.

She choked, and the sentence I thought you weren't coming that was on her lips was swallowed back by her, and she said instead: ...you are late.

Something happened on the way and I was delayed. I'm sorry. He smiled hoarsely, What compensation do you want?

Su Zhixi's tears flowed more and more fiercely. She buried herself in his chest and shook her head vigorously. No, she doesn't need compensation, as long as he comes!

But I have to give it. He said seriously, while raising her chin, taking a serious look, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Su Zhixi trembled slightly.

His lips also had a bit of cool moisture, but they soon became hot, and the hot temperature was transmitted directly to the apex of her heart.

The man quickly penetrated deep into her mouth, grinding and sweeping it wantonly, not giving her a chance to breathe. Su Zhixi soon felt the burning pain of her lips being rubbed, but the pain made her feel unusually relieved.

She suddenly felt that it didn't matter whether he had attended Mr. President's dinner just now or whether he had a personal relationship with Ye Shutong.

When He Jingyao let go of her, he still felt that it was not enough. He kissed her again, and also caressed her cheeks and earlobes. His breath gradually became disordered, and he clasped his hands fiercely on her waist and hips, as if he wanted to embed himself into her. ...Su Zhixi felt his hard muscles, and felt shy and helpless, so she had to call out in a low voice: Jingyao...

The man gasped and stopped, staring straight at her blushing face, the desire deep in his eyes undisguised...

Su Zhixi's face turned redder, and she quickly looked around. Fortunately, both the assistant and the bodyguard were all looking at the ground intently, as if they suddenly had a strong interest in the patterns on the floor...

Is this compensation enough? The man touched her red and swollen lips, his voice was low and hoarse.