CEO's Forced Love

This is the first time ye Zhiqiu has entered Han Jingqiu's room in many years.

It shows the romantic feelings of artistic women everywhere.

She saw a military green shirt hanging on the clothes rack and looked around. It seemed that she could not find other men's articles anymore.

Mrs. Tang didn't lie to her. Han Jingqiu really bought an oversized Jacuzzi.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't dare to take a bath. He was afraid of people coming back. He took a shower and washed his hair as fast as possible. Fifteen minutes later, he pushed open the door of the shower.

The room was quiet and there was no one else.

She breathed a sigh of relief. First, she dried the water on her body, put on a small inside, neglected to put on a nightdress, and wiped her wet hair with a dry hair towel.

The mirror in front of the washbasin reflected the girl's beautiful body.

Thin and white neck, side head, dripping long hair was pulled to the right shoulder, wrapped with a white towel and gently wiped, revealing a beautiful back, a thin waist less than a grip, a tun wrapped in a small black, and two delicate and smooth long legs close together.

……

Huo Zhongxiao rubbed his temples and opened the bathroom door. What he saw was this scene.

The pinting girl stood in front of the washbasin, the warm white light fell on her, and the ivory skin shook into his sight, especially the pair of full milk.

It strongly stimulated his sensory nerves.

He was stunned at first, then stunned. Most of the wine went away, and he looked at the man inside. His eyes crossed in the mirror.

The next moment, he turned his back and closed the bathroom door again.

Ye Zhiqiu calmed down from her shock. She looked slowly at the mirror. She was her body before wearing pajamas. She had pink skin and long wet sticky hair. She thought of the deep eyes that had just appeared in the mirror, and her cheeks burned. All her actions began to become messy, and she felt embarrassed to run away.

There was no Huo Zhongxiao in the room. Ye Zhiqiu held his clothes and ran back to his bedroom.

……

As soon as she lost her dirty clothes and lay on the bed, ye Zhiqiu angrily covered her face with a pillow. Sister Tang, what did you say to inform her?

Why did Huo Zhongxiao come in?!

Even Han Minjing hasn't seen her body since she was seven

After rolling back several times, she suddenly sat up and remembered something. She hurriedly slipped out of bed to look through the dirty clothes. Sure enough, she took less than one thing.

——Her 32D black bud / silk / chest.

When she took it off, she put it on the water tank of the toilet.

What to do

I knew I wouldn't wash it. Ye Zhiqiu regretted to his bones. After hesitating for a long time, he dug out a set of sportswear, put it on and sneaked out of the room.

At the door of Han Jingqiu's room, she tentatively tapped with her fingers.

No one should.

Are you gone again?

Ye Zhiqiu rolled her eyes and bones, turned the door handle without lock, subconsciously stepped lightly when she went in, went to the bathroom to take her bra, and called out when she came out.

There is no one here

Huo Zhongxiao nestled in the couch by the window, slightly closed his eyes, as if he were asleep, and a half burnt cigarette was sandwiched between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand.

She turned and walked to the door and turned back.

There is a crack in the window. At night, it seeps into the biting cold,

Ye Zhiqiu didn't know which tendon in her mind was pumping again. She went over, took a quilt from the bed, went to the couch and bent over him.

"Who calls me a good man..." she muttered softly.

When she was ready to get up, the sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes and fixed his slightly lax eyes on her face.