Afrika Seimei and his star company

Qingming asked the nightmare eater to lead the judge to the office.

The nightmare-eating tapir opened Qingming's office door and walked in slowly.After walking a few steps, he turned around and asked, "Judge, why don't you come in?"

The judge stood still, motionless.

He smelled a familiar smell—yes, it wasn't a smell, it was a breath.A smoky, lingering breath around him, a warm breath that makes people addicted and unable to extricate themselves.

The judge asked: "Is it Miss Yan Mo?"

Yan Mo sat on the sofa, raised his eyes and smiled: "Can you see me?"

"I can't see it from below, but I can feel it from below."

The judge was greeted by Qingming to sit beside Yan Mo.Although there was still darkness in front of his eyes, he could smell the seductive fragrance of women on Yan Mo's body.His face was flushed red, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Miss Yan Mo knew the judge before?" Qingming asked with a smile.

"Well, I used to go to the massage shop where he worked - tired of work, I always feel physically tired."

"Then Miss Yan Mo is here this time..."

Yan Momei glanced at the judge with a smile, and said: "I heard that he is working part-time to make money. It just so happens that I want to hire him with a high salary to be my personal masseur—of course, I just want him to go there after work. A job like a judge Efficiency, and it must be a piece of cake to handle the work here at the same time."

"This, this is not good..." The judge stuttered for a moment, unable to speak.

Qingming is a good teammate, and before the judge finished speaking, he quickly interjected: "Okay, that's good!" He patted the judge on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Hurry up! You can make more money Woolen cloth."

Regardless of Judge's physical and verbal resistance, Qingming pushed the struggling Judge onto Yan Mo's sports car.

A few days later, Yan Mo came to Qingming.

"Where's the judge? Where did you hide that little guy?"

"Huh?" Qingming was confused, "I don't know."

Yan Mo walked into Qingming's office coquettishly, Qingming's neck stretched out from her slender and sexy thighs.Yan Mo stepped on the famous high-heeled shoes and walked to Qingming's desk. The loud and clear sound of the high-heeled shoes hitting the ground made people's heart skip a beat.Yan Mo leaned down and pressed his palms on the table, staring straight at Qingming, who was so frightened that Qingming immediately retracted his neck.

"The judge is a contract worker of your company, don't you know if he is on or off duty?"

Qingming hurriedly smiled and said, "I'll ask his middle-level leader immediately." As Qingming said, he picked up the internal phone and prepared to call the nightmare.

"Doesn't your company have a check-in or mobile phone check-in?"

Qingming almost cried: "How can I have money? The internal phone was installed last month. I used to ask people to shout in the corridor."

Yan Mo looked at Qingming sympathetically, and said, "Bo Ya is true, won't he give you money?"

Qingming was listening to the "beep" sound on the phone, waiting for the Dream Eater to answer the phone, so he couldn't hear what Yan Mo said, so he asked, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing."

Qingming muttered to himself: "Why didn't you answer the phone..." Suddenly, his voice became louder: "Oh, dream eater! Hey, let me ask you something. Did the judge go to work? Oh, he went to work! Is he in your psychological counseling room? He's at Shushen's place! Ah, okay, I'll call Shushen!"

Qingming hung up the phone, and Yan Mo couldn't help complaining: "Can you call softly?"

"Hahaha I'm sorry, I used to call people by yelling, but now I'm not used to it with the phone... Ah, hello, is the broom god? Hey, is the judge at your place? Yes, then tell him to come to my office for a while! Oops Don't let him sweep the floor, come on, come on!"

Yan Mo frowned - the phone was still so loud.

The judge didn't know what Qingming told him to do, but when he walked to the door of Qingming's office, he immediately understood.

This breath is Yan Mo's charming and ambiguous breath.The judge couldn't see it, but he felt that if that breath had color, it must be a dim warm orange full of desire.

He stopped, and he felt he should turn around immediately and run away.But he suddenly found that his legs and feet were so soft that he couldn't control it.Suddenly, his hand was tightly grabbed by someone, which made him painful.He frowned, but said nothing.

"Does it hurt?" It was Yan Mo's voice.There was a bit of coquettish anger in her voice.

"No...it doesn't hurt."

"How can I make you feel pain?" Yan Mo smiled miserably.

The judge's heart suddenly ached - what can I do to feel the pain?

Your sad tone just now made me feel distressed.

Even if it is a little sad, it will hurt.

It's a pity that I'm blind, the judge thought.If only I could see it, then I could see Miss Yan Mo, people say, you are very beautiful.But Miss Yan Mo, we are people in two worlds. You are the sun at the end of the sea, and you are just a sparrow pecking at bread crumbs on the street below. Even if you can see the light below, you cannot be touched.

If I can see you, I will take a look at you from a distance, and then run away, to a place far, far away, and never hear from you for the rest of my life...

Yan Mo grabbed the judge and said, "Follow me."

"Ah?" The judge was taken aback. He didn't expect Yan Mo to be so strong, dragging him all the way.

Yan Mo's high-heeled shoes made a loud noise, and she was furious: "Boy, do you think I don't know that you are thinking wildly?"

"No, no, no, I don't dare to think about you..." The judge admitted that he also had deviant thoughts, but in just a short while, he immediately corrected his unhealthy thoughts and wrote a thousand words. Letters of guarantee, in triplicate, were pasted on the bedside, toilet, and inside the blindfold to ensure that they could warn themselves at any time.

Yan Mo pulled the judge to the cloud of the car parked in the parking lot, and said angrily: "I wish you would think more about me!"

"Ah, ah?" The judge shrank into a ball in fright, holding on to the cloud and not daring to move.

Yan Mo smiled lightly, leaning close to the judge's ear, his warm breath made the judge's ears turn red: "Think about me more, the dirtier the better."

"This, this, this, how dare I..." Before the judge could finish his sentence, Yan Mo began to drive wildly on the road in the cloud.The judge was so frightened that he lay down on the cloud, but he tried his best to suppress his nervousness. His arms were bruised from grabbing the cloud so hard, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The old driver Yan Mo held the cloud with one hand, put his arm around the judge's shoulder, and said: "Little guy, sister knows that you are inexperienced, it was the first time last time! Today is the second time, the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time, the seventh time After the eighth time, you will be familiar with it..."

The judge was so ashamed that he buried his face in the clouds: "You, please stop talking..."

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