My Target is the Male Lead’s Son

Fang Yu didn't speak there, but stared at him with big eyes. It took a long time before she reacted and wanted to explain, "I..."

"You go upstairs and change your clothes. The old man will return in the afternoon." Jing Xun interrupted her explanation directly, picked up the paper bag and notebook and walked upstairs.

Seeing his figure moving further and further away, Fang Xun rolled his eyes and followed him without knowing what he thought of.

Walking on the spiral staircase, Fang Zhao closely followed him and said, “Don’t be crooked. It’s really just a coincidence that I came here to give things away. Assistant Lin asked me to come on a date with her girlfriend. The chairman is also because of a secret incident. If you want to listen, I will tell you later."

After a pause, Jing Yu turned his head and stared at her quietly, before faintly said: "In that case, why do you think of your chairman first? Not my boss?"

Fang Xiao: "..."

"Because... Come on!" Fang Zhao quickly covered his face, and was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that she would sneeze in front of the hero's son.

Seeing her soggy appearance, Jing Xun turned around and walked upstairs.

Fang Zhao also followed up to the second floor, but stood at his door and did not dare to enter. Although he was rich, the decoration of the room inside was extremely simple, and the black and white style looked extremely depressing.

"Come here." Jing Xun took out a long white shirt from the closet and threw it on the bed. "You will take it first. I will call and ask if there are any clothes that my mother hasn't worn at home."

With that said, Jing Li took the phone while dialing, and walked out of the room, closing the door by the way.

Although Fang Zhao wanted to take a bath, he was in someone else’s house. It’s not bad to have a set of clothes to change. So he could only take off all the wet clothes. The ones Jing Liu gave were not worn, and the tags were still there. It's just that Fang Zhao doesn't have any underwear, so he wears very awkwardly.

"Bang bang bang." There was a sudden knock on the door of the room, and there was a clear male voice outside, "Are you okay?"

Suddenly hearing his voice, Fang Zhao looked particularly uncomfortable. Although the clothes were large, they only reached the lower thighs. She had never worn such short clothes.

Quietly came to the door, she opened the door a little bit, and then held out a small head, "Are you doing anything?"

Jing Xun: "..." This seems to be his room?

Although the shirt was impervious, her bulging chest still held the shirt up high. Jing Lu seemed to have seen something secretive. The self-proclaimed gentleman immediately turned his head to the side and pushed the clothes in his hand. "What do you think of the size."

Seeing this chain reaction of him, Fang Zhao couldn't help but look down at her clothes, and immediately put her arms around her chest, but without knowing what she thought, she suddenly took the purple skirt and blinked her big eyes and whispered softly: "You have a hair dryer here. Is it? My hair is wet."

Jing Yu didn't speak, he pushed the door open, walked into the room without squinting and took out a hair dryer, but when he turned around, he saw his secretary Fang, who only wears a monotonous system suit. But she only wore a thin long shirt. She was taller, with the edge of her clothes covering the underside of her thighs, revealing a pair of white and straight legs. She looked thin, but there should be some place. But it is not at all ambiguous.

"Blow yourself." He put down his things, looked away, and walked straight out of the house.

Fang Zhao had never seen Liu Xiahui like this before, gritted her teeth, she suddenly grabbed his arm, and while the other party stopped, slowly came behind him, stretched out her hand to wrap around his thin waist.

"I remember the president asked me, what is the difference between what you give and what others give, in fact... it's just because the person is different."

Jing Yu's body halted, the softness behind it was so clear that it constantly stimulated his tactile nerves. He had never thought that the rigorous secretary Fang stood behind him.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fang Yu felt even more nervous. Although she knew it was risky to take the initiative, she was like this. Jing Xuan could still keep his eyes open, and what else would he mention to complete the task in the future?

While she was struggling with thoughts, her shoulders were suddenly held down, and she suddenly met a pair of dark eyes.

"I thought that only your chairman was in the eyes of Secretary Fang." His eyes met, he looked at this small face that was different from the usual respectful face, and suddenly lowered his head and kissed her pink lips.

The plot developed too fast, Fang Zhao said that he could not jump.

"Um..." She kept backing back barefoot on the ground until her back was against the cold wall, and the back of her head was suddenly held by a big hand.

He put his arm around her soft waist, separated by a thin layer of fabric, he slowly moved upwards until he touched the Yunfeng that had been seduce him.

An ambiguous breath lingered between the two of them. Fang Zhao blushed and wanted to shrink aside, but without shrinking it twice, the big hand on his waist grabbed her over.

She had always thought that the male lead son had a cold personality, but now she only felt how naive her previous thoughts were!

When a hot kiss fell on her white and slender neck, Jing Li muttered in a low voice, "Want?"

He will respect her decision.

Fang Zhao blushed, turning his neck uncomfortably, "I..."

"Your mother bought a set of clothes, come down and get it by herself..."

Holding the handle on the door, Jing Cheng stood at the door with staring eyes, closed the door naturally with only one glance, and then walked downstairs without rush.

Fang Xiao: "..."

"This old man still likes you quite a bit. Yesterday he asked me if I would provide you with processing money." Jing Li whispered in her ear.

Fang Zhao didn't know what to say anymore, just wanted to find a seam to drill in.

"I...I'm leaving!" She pushed him away, trying to change into the purple dress.

Jing Lu took her arm and brought it to the corner, leaning over and blowing into her ear, "Secretary Fang just said that I am different from others, and you are in such a hurry, the old man should think I bullied you. "

When his breath was full of his hot masculine aura, Fang Zhao had to blush and lower his head, and said, "It's...as if you didn't bully me just now..."

The low, whispering voice made Jing Lu's eyes deeper, so he put his arms around her waist and whispered in her ears: "Secretary Fang can't wrong a good person. Why did I bully you just now?"