There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

President (grim face): Goodbye

Mr. Model (smiling): We lived a happy life

Doctor (crying): Eh, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Secretary girl (proud): Please call me God Assist #On the Necessity and Benefits of Reading More Novels#

Mr. Model No. 2 (evil smile): I can’t cook or massage, but I have special skills in bed

Huang Lei (calmly): I know you haven't paid attention to me seriously

Huang Lei's wife (very calm): I seem to have only said one line

Huang Lei's daughter (laughing happily): I like a beautiful uncle

Huang Lei's son (...): ....?

Girl A at the front desk: Why didn't the doctor come?Is he really cannon fodder?

Girl B at the front desk: Sure enough, the doctor is cannon fodder

Girl C at the front desk: The president is cute

Xiao Wu: Although I am very strong, but I have a girlish heart

Li San: My name is so perfunctory

Old man: I don't even have a positive description? ? ?The stupid and sweet article is not allowed to have a little more role in the anti-big boss? ? ?

Cinema: QAQ Why does the cute CEO hate me?

Winnie the Pooh Strawberry Flavored Biscuits: Because the CEO likes nests (ω＜)☆

Shopping Channel: Why does Mr. President hate me?I'm so innocent

Bai Zhanji: I heard that Mr. President doesn't like me too?But I'm cute?

Stinky Tofu & Malatang: The Nests are Mr. President’s True Love Spicy

The author has something to say: That's right, there are still a few side stories after the end is so willful. .

☆、Never make Mr. Model angry

I'm a president, so I often have to be in and out of entertainment, well, like now.

"Hahahahaha, I will take care of you from now on." Customer A smiled and his entire face was wrinkled like a shell, with too much flesh.

Huang Lei is an expert in communication. He drank a big glass boldly: "Hahahaha, you are too polite. Everyone is out to do business. We are all brothers. How can we not help each other?"

Turn black and white.

Obviously, Huang Lei complained to me in the office in the morning that this client was not ordinary lecherous and vulgar, and hinted several times to him to arrange someone to accompany him.

"Xiao Chen doesn't look very happy?" The customer changed the subject and began to pay attention to me.

Sorry, I can't laugh hahahaha.

Huang Lei said, I'm here to act as a facade, so that people can feel that this company is not easy to bully and can't drag money.

"Hahaha he's like this, don't bother with him, let's drink ours." Huang Lei said nonchalantly, and immediately poured another large glass of wine for the customer. I guess he wanted to get the customer drunk so that the customer would not ask us again. women accompany.

We're in business, not pimps.

"Will Xiao Chen drink some?" The customer looked at me with a smile.

Just as I was about to speak, Huang Lei immediately said, "His wife is very strict."

"Wife? Xiao Chen is married?" The customer had an expression of 'why I don't know'.

Why do you need to know?

But I was in a good mood because of the title of wife, so I replied a little happily: "He cares a lot."

The customer frowned: "Hey, Xiao Chen, a man, he just can't spoil a woman. It's not good to let a woman take care of so much."

Good husband Huang Lei was silent.

I was silent too.

That's when my phone rang and it said Mister Model.

It is worth mentioning that I am now in a bar, which is a place explicitly forbidden by Mr. Model, an absolute forbidden place.

Scared me.

I immediately turned my head to stare at Huang Lei.

Huang Lei must have drunk too much, and asked me: "Why didn't you answer the phone and look at me? Suddenly found that I am more handsome than you?"

I seriously picked up the phone and showed him the notification of the call.

"Cough cough cough..." Huang Lei was also scared to death, because his precious wife and darling daughter are loyal fans of Mr. Model. The last time Huang Lei took me to the bar, when Mr. Model got angry, I missed work again. His wife I had a cold war with him for half a week, and his precious daughter stayed at my house for a week and didn't come home.

Mr. Model, is our common fear.

"Hurry up, go to the bathroom and make a call, or go out to make a call, and go far away." Huang Lei stood up immediately.

I hurried out of the bar with my mobile phone in my hand, and picked it up very cautiously.

"Hey?"

The cold voice was very steady, it didn't reveal my mood at all, it was perfect.

"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?" Mr. Model's voice revealed a little displeasure.

Ever since Mr. Model took over the post of president behind his back, his temper has grown stronger and his desire to control has become stronger. If it wasn't for the fact that his cooking is getting better and better, I wouldn't even want to talk to him.

"I'm working." I said calmly.

"In the company?" Mr. Model said lightly, "Just right, I'm downstairs."

!!!

"I'm outside." I replied anxiously.

Mr. Model's side suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of slight breathing.

I must have accidentally summoned the dreaded Mr. Model.

"I had a meeting with some clients at the hotel, and I got back late at night, so I hung up." He hung up the phone neatly.

Huang Lei called again.

"It's okay, I..." I turned my head and saw Mr. Model.

! ! ! ! !

"Huang Lei." My face froze: "You get ready."

"What what? You were arrested??? Brother, give me one back???" Huang Lei shouted.

I'm sorry, I can't think about your affairs anymore, I can't protect myself now.

"Which hotel are you in?" Mr. Model smiled half-smile.

There are only bars around.

I was silent, looking for excuses in my heart.

"You still dare to hang up the phone?" Mr. Model narrowed his eyes.

! ! ! ! ! ! !

I moved quickly, turned off the phone secretly, and then said calmly: "The phone is almost out of battery." Then I pretended to take a look and said, "It's automatically turned off."

Dad, I'm sorry, I lied, Mr. Model is really terrible, please forgive me.

Mr. Model glanced at me, which made me feel chilly.

I honestly followed Mr. Model home.

Then go take a shower.

Not your ordinary shower, but the one that Mr. Models gives away as an extra service for absolute cleanliness.

I don't want to recall there, really don't.

Finally, I finally lay on the bed, the bed was soft, and I was soft.

Mr. Model's things are still hard...

"I have a meeting tomorrow." I tried my best to stop Mr. Model.

"A meeting?" Mr. Model smiled coldly: "There is a meeting tomorrow, and you're going to drink tonight?"

I hesitated between the image of the president and the safety of my life.

"I... don't dare to..."

Goodbye, President Image.

Dad, please forgive me here too.

"You said the same thing last time." Mr. Model poked his finger in again! ! !

"I'm too easy to talk and you can't remember the lesson. It seems that it is more useful to deal with you directly." Mr. Model stated with a gentle face.

Then I don't want to recall either.

Angry + estrous model is scary, although I don't want to admit it, I probably cried, but it was physiologically automatic, absolutely nothing to do with me.

"Don't do it." I heard that my own voice was almost hoarse, as if I was about to go on strike.

"I really don't dare..."

Appropriate softness is for a better future.

"I'll let you go when I'm happy." Mr. Model touched my face and kissed my forehead like a child, with a gentle and reserved attitude, and the opposite action.

So I was tossed and turned many times.

Lots of poses.

I will never go to a bar again.

Even if you pay me a lot of money, I won't go.

The author has something to say: President (serious and upright face): Although I don’t know what cuteness is, you can praise me, don’t kiss me, the model will be in heat

Bar: ∑(っ°Д°;)っWhy was Wo also blacklisted by Mr. President? ? ?Shouldn't men love nests? ? ? ?

☆、Chat records between me and Mr. Model

I have always thought that Mr. Model is a very magical person. As long as he wants, he can show a smiling face to anyone and easily gain the favor of others.But for him, it seems that he can also take on another look to face certain people, well, that is the terrible personality of Mr. Model.

For me, the president's rules are dead. I can perfectly maintain the image of the president, but it seems that I can't be flexible - I can't adjust freely like a model.

In fact, I am a little envious of Mr. Model.

"An'an, not everyone has the same rules as you." Mr. Model hooked the corners of his mouth, lowered his head, and focused on trimming my nails.

I do not quite understand.

"For you, there are rules for the president, rules for the boss, and maybe some messy rules, but for most people, they don't use the rules to demand themselves." Mr. Model lazily rested his chin On top of my head, I wanted to look up at him, only to see a chin.

My dad has always instilled in me the President's Code, even though I now understand that it is probably a kind of brainwashing education, it has had a huge impact on me.

I can't imagine life without the code.

"Then what do you do when you encounter a choice that is difficult to decide?" I frowned. For example, in any case, the company is almost a matter of course in the forefront, thus avoiding the situation of difficult choices.Of course, it seems that Mr. Model is more important now.

Mr. Model seemed to think my question was naive, and explained to me in a coaxing tone: "Your code is tough, making you think that the image of the president is the most important, and the company is the most important. We don't have codes, but we also have them in our hearts. There will be things that are biased, but what we prefer is our own decision."

It sounds complicated.

I thought about it, couldn't figure it out, gave up the topic, and asked again: "Then how do you decide whether to smile at others or not?"

I still want to know the rules of how Mr. Model treats others.

The model man finished cutting his nails, and patted my head with satisfaction: "I didn't smile at them, it's not a smile, it's just a disguise, pretending to be harmless, it can better catch the prey, isn't it?"

He smiled meaningfully.

I grabbed his fingers unhappily: "Then why don't you pretend to me now? You are not as good to me now as before."

Although Mr. Model still cooks delicious meals and provides full-score massage services as always, his attitude now is not as gentle and considerate as before.

I am very dissatisfied with this kind of differential treatment. I may be the only benefactor in the world whose freedom is restricted by an adopted lover.

Mr. Model stretched out his arms to hug me, and asked slowly, "Will you still maintain the image of the president in front of me?"

I froze for a moment and shook my head.

"Then why do you still ask me to keep a disguise on you?"

I was speechless.

Indeed, I usually want to guard the image of the president, for fear of accidentally ruining it, so I am always cautious outside.Facing Mr. Model, I felt very relaxed and unknowingly let go of the so-called president's rules. In this way, it seems that I really can't ask Mr. Model to maintain a gentle and considerate appearance.

But I am the patron, shouldn't I have the final say?

My much-admired brain couldn't come to a conclusion either.

The model Mr. likes to see me distressed and entangled in some things that seem normal to him, and kisses my face next to me in a good mood.

"Don't kiss me, I haven't thought it through yet." I refused his intimacy with a straight face. As a person who is strict with myself, I am used to analyzing everything clearly.

"Emotional matters cannot be analyzed with rational intelligence." The model Mr. put one hand on one side of my face, exerting force to turn my head away.

Mr. Model looked at me and smiled: "If you have that time, why not do something meaningful."

After speaking, he kissed himself.

The only fact that does not need to be analyzed is: Mr. Model is a king of heat.

After tossing for a long time, I was half dead, and Mr. Model was full of energy.

"Still thinking about those messy things?" Mr. Model stretched out his hands to pinch my face.

I took his hand away, yawned tiredly, and prepared to close my eyes and go to sleep first.

"Let's talk about it next time, I'm going to sleep." I said softly.

Mr. Model kissed my forehead and replied in a low voice: "Okay, we'll talk about it next time."

But I'm not too entangled in the answer anymore. My brain is more suitable for doing business, but I'm not good at distinguishing these people's sophistication. Well, speaking of it, maybe it's because the emotional thing doesn't make sense, so I can't analyze it properly.

Just like why I like Mr. Model, why Mr. Model likes me, maybe it's the first impression, maybe it's a long-term love, if I really want to say it, it seems that I can't explain it at all.

Anyway, go on like this.

Sometimes you don't need to think too much, just live well.

The author has something to say:

☆、Mr. Model's birthday

Mr. Model is going to have his birthday soon, and I am seriously preparing presents.

When the little secretary girl heard about this incident, she was absent from work and secretly played with the computer all afternoon, then she confidently pushed open the door of my office, and told me some hype, such as placing love candles, 999 blue roses, Unreliable ways to spend a night on a small island by private jet.

What she said was exaggerated and cost a lot of money.

I flipped through her detailed birthday plan and rejected her with a cold face.

"Why? President, I read this from the novel. You have succeeded in using my ideas before, so you should accept my ideas this time." The little girl asked aggrievedly.

As a CEO, I don't think I can show a stingy look of being reluctant to part with the money. Just because of the little girl's love for the model, she may fight for the model, and finally cry and faint in the toilet again.

"Remember your position." I said calmly.

The little girl secretary is unreliable. I thought about it and contacted Mr. Model No. 2.

"Li Shaonian's birthday is coming."

I spoke first, because I was afraid that he would talk to me about cooking and massage continuously. It was like this last time, and it made me forget to discuss the share harvest issue with him for that quarter.

Model No. 2 is very smart, and asked maliciously: "Do you want to ask me what he likes?"

"Yes." I have always maintained a taciturn and sharp image when facing Mr. Model No. 2.

I don't know why, but I am particularly obsessed with doing this, as if it can barely comfort my depression of being bullied by Mr. Model.

"He likes you, he likes you." Mr. No. 2 model smiled, and I can imagine his happy face with the corners of his mouth curled up.

I frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Why don't you prepare some fun props and take the initiative, I guarantee my cousin will be happy. 9600" Mr. Model No. 2 said slowly.

It turns out that Mr. Model's estrus is a family disease.

I sighed silently, and hung up the phone of Mr. Model No. 2.

What a bad idea, I'm going to be tossed to death by the model Mr. if I usually lie down honestly, I take the initiative?It feels like being sent up to be slaughtered.

Most importantly: I will not take the initiative.

At this time, I suddenly felt that I needed a think tank, and the people around me seemed completely unreliable.

On the night of Mr. Model's birthday, I ordered a cake, but I was still in a state of panic and didn't know what to do.

As a result, as soon as I got home, there were three normal dishes and one soup on the dinner table, all of which I liked.

I froze for a moment: "Is that how it is today?"

Mr. Model served me a meal and raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong? Isn't it like this usually?"

It's because it's usually like this, so today can't be like this!

I choked.

"Wait!" I hurried over, snatched the bowl from Mr. Model's hand and put it on the table, grabbing him and going out.

"Let's go out to eat today."

I feel uncomfortable, something is bouncing up and down.Obviously when it's my birthday, Mr. Model will cook me a big table of delicious dishes and buy a lot of snacks. How can he be so normal when it's his turn?

"Don't you usually dislike waste? Why are you going out to eat again today?" Mr. Model rubbed my hair strangely.

Just at this time, the 'ding dong' doorbell rang outside.

"Hello? The cake you ordered!" A young man shouted from outside.

I glanced at Mr. Model, his pupils were jet-black, like insoluble ink.

I went to pay for the cake and came back. The big cake was placed on the dining table, which looked very abrupt and lonely.

I was angry at Mr. Model's attitude of not caring about me, and thinking that I couldn't get angry on his birthday for no reason, so I had to hold back my anger.

Mr. Model has always understood me, and he went to get the wine in a happy mood.

"I thought you didn't remember, I don't have the habit of celebrating birthdays." Mr. Model said softly, his eyes were crooked, and looked bright.

I stood firmly and said, "From now on, I will live."

"Okay." Mr. Model is obedient.

For cakes, Mr. Model has always kept a respectful distance. I ate my favorite chocolate-flavored cake and drank with him.

"You remember my birthday, did you prepare a gift for me?" Mr. Model hooked two fingers on the goblet and shook it lightly, the wine-red liquid poured out with his movements.

I was busy eating the cake and said without raising my head, "I'll give it to you later."

Mr. Model smiled: "Can't you give it to me now?"

I suddenly felt that Mr. Model's voice was not quite right. When I looked up, Mr. Model smiled at me with his chin propped up and his eyes squinted, with a soft light in his eyes.

I was startled when I saw the empty bottle next to him and tentatively reached out and shook it in front of him.

"you're drunk?"

Mr. Model grabbed my hand and kissed it calmly.

"No, I drink much better than you."

The corner of my mouth twitched, faintly feeling that I had summoned a drunk model Mr.

My eyes lit up, I reached out and pinched his face.

The face of Mr. Model is smooth and smooth, which is very comfortable to touch.

Mr. Model smiled and let me go. I was sure he was drunk, so I happily tugged again.

I suddenly remembered that I should get a mobile phone to take pictures. It is rare to see such an honest model who was bullied by me.

I conveniently placed my phone on the table next to the sofa, and I stood up.

As soon as he turned around, he was hugged.

I subconsciously called out: "What are you doing?"

"I'll fuck you." Mr. Model smiled deeply: "Let you verify whether I am drunk or not."

It's over, it's over, something is wrong.

The image is precious, and the price of life is higher.

"I was wrong, you are not drunk." I wisely chose to please Mr. Model.

The model gentleman threw me on the bed lightly, and immediately pressed down. His slender eyes stared straight at me, and his beautiful lips opened and closed: "I think you need to feel it with your body."

Then?

Then I completely understood that Mr. Model's alcohol capacity is super good.

The author has something to say:

☆. On the possibility of heritability of estrus

"Oh my god, is this really a real deal?"

"Boom, boom, this guy is really a genuine one? Why do I think it looks unreliable? It seems that he can't bear the pressure of the president at all!"

"The president is cute."

I looked at the creature hugging my thigh in silence, and felt that this scene was very familiar.

The creature in the white coat raised its head, showed a pitiful face, put on an aggrieved expression, and asked me tremblingly: "Mr. President, can I... can I change my boyfriend with you?"

To be honest, ever since this money-worshiping doctor appeared, I had a bad premonition. I never thought that he would be so capable.

"Go up and talk." I ruthlessly interrupted his next words.

The doctor may have a special talent for acting, and his eyes suddenly became watery, as if he was about to cry.

Well, I did cry.

"Hey... I really don't want to be with Anthony anymore..."

I glanced at the little girls at the front desk who gathered together to watch, and they immediately dispersed in fright. Then, disgusted, I reluctantly grabbed the doctor by the collar and led him into the elevator.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow"

Oh, it's Mr. Model No. 2.

They actually got really good.

I looked down at the doctor who was still crying in the corner.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

I:……

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Sure enough, doctors are vulgar and easy-to-understand creatures.

I thought for a while, Mr. Model No. 2 is so rich, he probably doesn't mind giving this doctor a little money, so he kindly said, "I can help you."

But a CEO doesn't need a flood of sympathy.

"Two to eight, you eight to two." I said calmly.

The doctor blinked, stood up honestly, and followed me into the office, muttering whether it was worth it or not.

As a result, as soon as he sat down, he touched my sofa with a greedy expression, and at the same time said in a firm tone: "No, it's not about money!"

"What's the problem?" I think my patience has grown so much that I didn't throw out this guy who was hindering my work and money.

The doctor said in a low voice: "Anthony is terrible. He not only has a bathroom Play kitchen Play, but also a riding style 69, and he doesn't let me go out with my friends, don't let me bring my friends home, and don't let me work hard. Don't give me freedom at all!"

Seeing him getting more and more angry as he talked, I stared at my nose and my heart, speechless.

"I didn't want to keep him, but he took out a document saying that I had signed it, so I couldn't abandon him!" The doctor said with a bitter face.

"What document?" I asked with a stiff mouth.

The doctor struggled and said: "In the nurturing agreement, I am the adopted person, and I must meet all the requirements of the adopted person, otherwise I will lose money."

"The above requirements are too deceitful. You can't go out for more than five hours, and you have to go home at [-] o'clock in the evening. You can't be alone with the same sex or the opposite sex. Satisfy his physical needs anytime, anywhere..." The doctor began to sob: " Woohoo, he's so scary, he's like a monster."

I thought about what happened when I went to the bar last time, and felt that I had no position to comfort him, but this agreement is good, I can get one to restrain Mr. Model.

"Then why did you come to me?" I asked in a cold voice.

The doctor rubbed his eyes: "I said last night that I still like Li Shaonian better, and then Anthony asked me to find you to change."

Big things are bad.

I immediately asked, "How long have you been away?"

The doctor fumbled in his pocket in a daze, took out his watch, looked at it carefully, did some calculations, and said to me, "It must have been six or seven hours."

The doctor also seemed to feel that something was wrong, and he asked weakly, "Is what Anthony said yesterday an angry word, but did I take it seriously?"

I think this answer is 100% correct.

"Hey, help me, Mr. President! Send me to the United States, Japan and Canada, as long as there is no Anthony, anywhere!" The doctor threw himself into my arms and cried wildly.

I was about to push him away, oh, my office door was pushed open.

I really have a bad feeling.

Mr. Model stood at the door, curling the corners of his lips at me... scary.

Mr. Model No. 2 leaned against the door, raised his eyebrows, and had an ambiguous expression... scary.

The expression on the secretary's girl's face seemed to say: President, you actually failed my dear Mr. Li Shaonian, you are so bad and you have no conscience. I really can't believe you would do such a thing... It's terrible.

The doctor was overwhelmed by the strange atmosphere, turned his head to look, was stunned, and said stupidly: "Hi..."

Mr. Model walked over, pulled the doctor away, turned his head, and said coolly to Mr. Model 2: "Aren't you taking your man away?"

Model No. 2 squinted his eyes at the doctor who was huddled in the sofa and pretended to be dead, and said with a smile, "Still coming?"

The doctor put his eyes on me for help.

Look at Mr. Model's dark eyes!

I rationally ignored the doctor's gaze, restrained my guilt, and looked at Mr. Model sincerely.

I really really really have nothing to do with this doctor, you must never change your personality.

The doctor lowered the corner of his mouth, and walked towards Model No. 2 Mr. No. [-] with an unlovable attitude. Although he was holding the door tightly, he was still dragged away.

Mr. Model was silent.

In fact, I personally don't think it's a big deal, they are all of the same sex, and they are all one of the following, so physical contact is nothing. Of course, if I dare to say it, all my work plans for today will be ruined.

"Why are you here?" I asked cautiously.

The model man glanced up at me: "Anthony called and said he saw you flirting with a man."

I said confidently, "It was the doctor who unilaterally teased me."

"Oh?" Mr. Model stared at me and asked, "Then why don't you push away."

I want to cry without tears.

I need a swearing face.

"Because he talked about your cousin... Well, I'm afraid that he will involve you..." Mr. Model's complexion improved slightly, and I was relieved, and said in an innocent tone: "I brought him up, and he followed I said I signed a nurturing agreement with your cousin."

"Why didn't we sign?" I wondered.

"What conditions do you want to put forward?" Mr. Model seemed to have calmed down, and asked me calmly.

"First, you can't delay my work; second, you can't deduct my snacks; third, you can't go to bed if you have nothing to do, and fourth..." I said happily.

"Also, you can't control my work. You have to know that eating and talking in entertainment venues is also very important, and it is also a part of work... Ugh" I was scared to death.

Why is Mr. Model kissing again?

I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, and he took the opportunity to stick his tongue in, but the soft tongue made me feel particularly scary, and kept sweeping in my mouth.

Devils entered the village.

I thought out of place.

I want to push Mr. Model away, I'm not used to this kind of kiss, I feel that he is a bit scary, like a monster that eats people.Who knew that as soon as I pushed him, he grabbed my hands with great strength.

I was a little embarrassed when I heard the slight sound, but I pushed him away hard.

Mr. Model's mouth is a little red, and his eyes are a little dark.

"Do you still want to go to the bar?" Mr. Model asked slowly and hoarsely.

I belatedly realized what I had done, and immediately denied it: "No, I don't think a bar is a good place...don't take off my clothes..."

I quickly grabbed Mr. Model's hand.

"Don't you want to work?" Mr. Model smiled: "If you don't satisfy me quickly, you will delay your work."

What nonsense, satisfying you is the real delay in work.

I shook my head.

The model man ignored me completely, stood up, stared at me, and pulled out his belt smoothly.

The model's eyes are comparable to advanced biochemical weapons, and I dare not move.

When I came back to my senses, my hands were actually bound by the belt.

Mr. models are generally more disciplined people. For example, the place where they usually go to bed is on the bed, and they will not easily use any inexplicable ways

I was a little panicked in my heart, regretting that I had to bring up the bar when I mentioned something bad, obviously the model gentleman I provoked last time was quite angry.

"Can you stop doing this..." I asked softly.

Mr. Model pushed me down on the sofa, licked my ears, leaned over and said, "You never learn your lessons, do you?"

I replied with trepidation: "I really dare not... ah"

Mr. Model, he reached out and rubbed my chest! ! !

"You really don't dare?" Mr. Model kissed me and said dotingly, "You said the same thing a few times ago."

After finishing speaking, he leaned over and kissed my... □□.

I seem to have really pissed him off, it's scary!

I tried to break free from him, but his hand was on top of my head, and one of his legs was still between my legs, so I couldn't make any effort at all.

"Do you still want to push it away?" Mr. Model saw through my thoughts at a glance, bent his legs maliciously, and pushed forward with his knee.

"Hmm..." I snorted.

The model continued to play with my chest, and said in a serious manner as if he was discussing important matters with me: "What do you need to do to remember the lesson? Huh? Call the little secretary outside to come in and take a look." ?"

I was literally scared out of my wits.

"Don't...ah..." I was really afraid that Mr. Model would be angry and desperate.

Mr. Model stretched out his hand to take off my trousers, fiddled with them perfunctorily, then moved to the bottom, and poked a finger in without mercy.

I yelled hastily, and the panic in my heart grew bigger and bigger.

The model stared at me, kissed my face as if teasing a child, and asked: "Untie the belt and cooperate with me obediently, is that okay?"

His voice was soft, as if he was talking about love, and his eyes were also soft, but his hands were not like that at all, two of them had already been inserted, and his movements were fierce.

My eyes were already a little blurred, so I nodded quickly.

At this time, I dare not resist at all. When dealing with Mr. Model, resistance is undoubtedly the worst policy.

The model raised his mouth in satisfaction, and untied the belt.

My hands are a little sore, and I don't know where to put it for a while.

Mr. Model sighed and put my hand on his back.

At the same time, his fingers withdrew.

I knew what was going to happen next, and my thoughts fell into chaos. The only thing in front of my eyes was the pretty face of the model, and my body had long been controlled by the familiar gangster.

"I'm going in." Mr. Model said and kissed me.

I grabbed his shirt nervously.

Mr. Model's foreplay is only so short when he is angry, and his stuff is not small. I still feel some unbearable pain when he comes in, but he swallows all the voices that want to shout out.

My eyes became more blurred, and the most conspicuous thing was only the bright black eyes of the model, which reflected a strange me.

I didn't dare to look at myself like this at all, and closed my eyes hastily.

"Open your eyes, Ann." Mr. Model withdrew slightly.

"I don't want to... um..." I heard my own voice, not cold as usual, soft, like cotton candy.

Mr. Model came in completely, stopped his movements, and said coaxingly: "Hey, open your eyes and look at me."

I opened my eyes hesitantly, but I didn't expect his movements to suddenly pick up.

"Ahh..." I firmly grabbed his clothes and turned my head away.

Mr. Model turned my face to face him with one hand, and kissed me again.

It was a kiss so hot that it would melt me, I felt like a weak rabbit, Mr. Model was a wolf, I was going to be eaten to pieces.

I don't know how long it took, I just felt that it was too slow, and I finally felt that Mr. Model ejaculated.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking this horrible rut was over.

But Mr. Model's things are still inside.

I felt very uncomfortable, and wearily said to Mr. Model: "Come out soon."

The model smiled gently, and withdrew, but stood up again, and said softly, "It's not over yet."

"Ah... I don't want it... I don't want it..." I shook my head desperately, no longer grabbed his clothes, but tried to push him away.

Mr. Model grabbed my hand: "Be obedient, An An, foreigner