turn a rival into a wife

The slender fingers grabbed the edge of the table, and as they grasped, the nails turned pink and the fingertips turned white. The watch on the wrist was stuck to the table and kept rubbing back and forth, leaving scratches on the table. The two arms are straight, and the fair skin reveals a delicate texture of jade under the bright light of the office.

The neck that was leaned back stretched out a sexy curve, and the chest was pushed forward accordingly.

Song Wanting's eyes were half-closed, and his lips, which had turned into bright red, were slightly parted. He looked fascinated by not knowing where he was, what day and what night.

Under the table, the trousers were piled on Ren Erru's motionless feet, and some documents were scattered beside him. Even Song Wanting's small signboard of the general manager fell to the ground, beside which was Song Wanting The shirt and the suit jacket fell on the chair behind the table.

Only a pair of shiny leather shoes and socks were left standing on Ren Er's arm, and the sleeves of the suit were wrinkled.

One of the sock clips broke open, and kept flying and falling.

Ren Er turned his back to the door and faced the desk, his tall figure covered Song Wanting, the suit on his body was straight, and he only opened the place that needs to be used stingily, forming a sharp contrast with Song Wanting contrast.

When the heavy desk was moved back, the hands that were gripping the table were weakly released, Song Wanting fell backwards as if he had lost his bones, and was pulled into his arms by Ren Er inside.

Song Wanting looked over Ren Er's broad shoulders at the door, and his slack eyes focused little by little: "Go, go lock the door."

Ren Er heard his weak voice and glanced at him, and the wolf-like dog turned his eyes suddenly: "No lock, if you want to lock it, you can lock it yourself."

Song Wanting didn't expect that he would not listen to his words, a trace of grievance flashed in his eyes, but it was his nature to be stubborn, so he locked it by himself: "Get out of the way."

Ren Er showed a malicious smile, even a well-mannered suit couldn't hide his ruffian rage, he took a step back and hugged Song Wanting down.

Then leave reluctantly.

Song Wanting's attention was all on the open office door, although no one would dare to enter his office without his permission, let alone when the curtain was drawn, but he was afraid of ten thousand or ten thousand. one.

After he got used to the ground, he took a step forward. Ren Er walked around behind him at some point, leaned against him again, and grabbed his waist with his big hands: "You can't stand still, I'll help you."

Song Wanting's whole body couldn't help leaning forward.

Ren Er's hot eyes wandered around his back, tilted his head to look at his side face, and reminded him brazenly: "Boss, don't hurry up and lock the door, if one is not careful..."

Song Wanting took a breath and continued to walk forward.

Ren Er grabbed his hand to control his pace, and would not let him run away completely because he moved forward, but would follow him at the last moment and then stick close to him.

Song Wanting walked with great difficulty in the short few steps, every step he took had to stop and slow down, when he finally locked the door, he felt like he was going to faint.

Ren Er gently kissed the hair on the back of his head and put it close to his ear, but what he said was a bit unhuman: "Boss, your employees are working overtime outside, and you are working overtime here. How does it feel to be fucked by an employee?"

Song Wanting was pressed against the curtain at the door. He knew the outside world too well. He knew exactly which employees were in which position, and who was working overtime in the past few days.

I couldn't help imagining the scene outside following Ren Er's words, and Ren Er's laughter came from my ear: "Boss, you are more excited."

He didn't want to admit it, but the expression on his face betrayed him.

Ren Er pinched his chin to make him turn his head, and kissed him fiercely. Of course, the fierceness was not limited to the kiss: "The boss likes this kind of thing, so why don't I open the curtain?"

Song Wanting's thin eyelids opened tremblingly, tears fell down, excitement and fear kept intertwining.

Ren Er kissed his tears away, and the words he said were still beasts: "If you please me, I will let you go."

At 10:[-] in the evening, the last employee who worked overtime turned off his computer, yawned and stretched himself, and looked around to see if he was the only poor child left.

It really is.

He shook his head twice and stood up, noticing the light from the corner of the curtain in the general manager's office, he was a little puzzled that the boss hadn't left yet.

Thinking about the boss working overtime until so late, working so hard and desperately, it's nothing for him to add this time!

A person who is already at the pinnacle of his life is still working so hard, and someone like him who can't get up or down should work harder, so he punched out of get off work energetically.

The general manager's office is completely messy. Whether it is the always neat general manager's desk or the sofa that used to be good, now the sofa cushions are all on the ground. The floor tiles are always spotless and clean. From the desk to the door, it can be clearly seen under the light. I saw a lot of water marks, and several of the sunshade curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows behind the desk were broken, folded together as if they had been cut off by hand.

The door of the rest room was open, a pillow was lying in the doorway, and the quilt fell from the bed to the floor. The light was not even turned on, only the small bathroom was lit, and two figures could be vaguely seen through the frosted glass. , the water continuously flowed out from the shower and hit the two of them, then splashed on the glass, turning into clusters of water and sliding down.

It was as if faintly heard crying in the sound of running water.

One of the thinner figures suddenly knelt down, and the crying became more and more loud.

Three o'clock in the morning

Ren Er squatted on the floor of the office and was trying to wipe the floor. He used the removed sheets. The desk had been tidied up, and the sofa had been tidied up. In the lounge, Song Wanting was wrapped in a quilt. Sucking his nose from time to time, his red and swollen eyes looked very pitiful.

After packing up everything, Ren Er carefully rolled up Song Wanting who was wrapped in the quilt, covering even his feet, and then hugged him even with the quilt, and then picked up a pillow to block Song Wanting. Wan Ting's face, at first glance, he looked like he was hugging a set of bedding.

He hurriedly left the office, came to the parking lot as fast as he could, put Song Wanting in the back row, took away the pillow covering his face and put it under his head.

Then drove the car home at the most stable speed, tossed Song Wanting out, skillfully opened the drawer and took out the ointment for redness and swelling, but it was not for eyes, and carefully applied it to Song Wanting.

He fed Song Wanting and drank a few sips of water, washed and covered his eyes with a warm towel, and after finishing all this, he got into bed and hugged Song Wanting into his arms.

Looking back on today's record, it seems that he has completely recovered, and there is no need to worry about not being able to give Song Wanting a happy life in the future, he is still what he used to be.

After Song Wanting woke up the next day, he was shyly driven to the door just like he used to be, and he didn't dare to say a word except to make a smile.

He himself knew how much he had gone too far.

Song Wanting couldn't even get up, because he didn't drink alcohol so his memory was complete, he couldn't understand what happened to him yesterday?Was he bewitched by Ren Er?How could you be so obedient.

And he has long discovered that Ren Er's face looks harmless to humans and animals, and he is usually obedient, but in this matter he will become very perverted and a little bit S.

No, not a little, a lot!

Staring at those not so swollen eyes, he didn't know what to say, but one thing was clear, Ren Er had fully recovered, and he took care of him with delicious food and drink, and filled his face with milk. Fat didn't want him to harm him like this!

Still angry after thinking about it.

Seeing that his eyes were red again, Ren Er panicked completely. Song Wanting usually scolded him and got angry the next day and never cried. He ran to the bed and squatted down in a panic: "Don't cry, I was wrong, I'm really sorry. Wrong, you can beat me and scold me, so don't cry."

Song Wanting didn't want to cry either, but he couldn't bear the grievance. He told Ren Er many times to stop...

"You don't even listen to me."

Song Wanting suddenly muttered in a crying voice, and tears fell: "I said I was going to die, and you didn't care about me."

The feeling yesterday even gave him a sense of terror, the physical pleasure seemed to have exceeded the range he could bear, making him feel that he might die.

Ren Er reached out to wipe his tears. This is Song Jiaojiao who ran out of a sober state. He had never faced it before and didn't know what to do for a while.

"You, no, won't die, really won't die." He thought he was explaining and comforting Song Wanting.

But in Song Wanting's ears, he was still arguing with himself, and he still didn't listen to himself!

The angry Song Wanting was dizzy for a while, and wanted to open Ren Er's hand, but he had no strength to lift it up, so he could only move his head to avoid it: "I'm going to die, you know how to bully me, I'm 33 years old Yes, woo woo woo..."

The more he talked, the more sad he became, tears fell down like strings, and he looked at Ren Er resentfully but he still wanted to hold back, causing his mouth to be exaggeratedly pressed down when he was not speaking.

There is a hint of humor in the pathetic.

Ren Er didn't know what to do, why the more he explained himself, the more he cried, and he hurried up to hug him: "I'm sorry, I'm a bastard, I didn't bully you, really, I just love you, how could I Bullying you."

Song Wanting cried and cried: "Get up, don't hug me, you are bullying me, you should listen to me if you love me, but you don't listen to me at all, woo woo woo..."

Ren Er patted him on the back and coaxed him from top to bottom: "Be obedient, I will be obedient in the future."

Hearing his full promise to Song Wanting, he cried even louder: "You lied to me like this last time too, don't keep patting your back, your knee hurts! Rub it!"

"Oh——" Ren Er hurriedly agreed: "Where does it still hurt? I'll rub it for you. I'll rub it until it doesn't hurt anymore. Don't cry. Okay, if you cry again, your eyes will become more swollen."

"I'm in pain everywhere, I'm still hungry...you won't give me food..."

"I'm done, I'm going to get it now."

"You just kneaded me for less than 2 minutes."

"I'll bring it up and knead it for you."

"My whole body hurts now, and I need to rub it now."

Ren Er turned back again: "Okay, I'll rub it for you now."

Song Wanting cried again: "If you don't give me food, I'm hungry."

Ren Er's head grew big, and he looked at Song Wanting helplessly: "Ancestor, ancestor, can we not do this?"

Song Wanting stared at him, vigorously: "I don't, I'm going to make trouble with you."