Office love affairs: beautiful boss fall in love with me

On the same wine, Huang Xing drinks Baijiu, and drinks the beer of Zhen Xin. It's a pleasure for you and me. Twenty minutes later, the waiter served the last dish, fried mushrooms.

The fried mushrooms made Huang Xing think hard. At the beginning, his ambiguous relationship with Ouyang Mengjiao was established through a plate of fried mushrooms. At present, there are only two people at the dinner, but also a plate of fried mushrooms. Is it a coincidence or a hint from heaven? Huang Xing pondered in his heart and felt very strange. Some memories, some visions. That wonderful past, passed on to today's occasion, is indeed a little different. The only difference is that last time it was shy, but this time it was rich and delicious. Fu Zhenxin is an intoxicating scenery. At this moment, just as at that moment. Fu Zhenxin, who is lively and somewhat capricious, stands solemnly, smiles quietly and speaks softly. The fashionable one-piece skirt sets this noble little beauty off like a poem and a picture.

Thinking, Huang Xing's extraordinarily sensitive little guy miraculously rose. After looking at the whole table of dishes, I didn't find any aphrodisiac effect. It must be that you are touched by the scenery. Since Ouyang Mengjiao left, you have not enjoyed the love of men and women for a long time. This change in the crotch makes Huang Xing feel a little sour in his heart. Perhaps in the aftertaste of the past, his chopsticks have been working on the plate of fried mushrooms. With each bite, a sexy fragment about Ouyang Mengjiao appears in his mind.

Fu Zhenxin was puzzled when she saw that Huang Xing ate most of the fried mushrooms in an instant. She couldn't help laughing and said: do you have a grudge against mushrooms? Just eat it.

Huang Xing said with a smile: I love this bite.

Fu Zhenxin divided five into two, put a few pieces of fish and beef into the yellow star plate and said: you should supplement nutrition comprehensively!

Huang Xing picked up a piece of boiled fish on the plate, pricked it with chopsticks and said: my nutrition is comprehensive enough, I can't help it.

After that, he habitually stretched his chopsticks to stir fry mushrooms.

Who would have thought that Fu Zhenxin also just lifted chopsticks to clip them.

So a dramatic scene appeared: two pairs of chopsticks were clamped together in an instant.

This familiar coincidence scene was set in Huang Xing's mind for a moment. At the beginning, he and Ouyang Mengjiao went to clip mushrooms at the same time, clip the two people together, and then rolled onto the bed. At this moment, Fu Zhenxin even played the role of Ouyang Mengjiao again, and staged such a chopstick confrontation with herself. Perhaps under the influence of alcohol, Huang Xing hopes that the plot can continue to develop. Touching Fu Zhenxin's hot figure and sexy eyes, Huang Xing seemed to have touched electricity.

Huang Xing thinks he must have drunk too much tonight, otherwise how can there be so many unrealistic illusions?

What's more exaggerated is that the sharp little warrior under his crotch has been idle for many days. At this time, it is only a dinner party, but it holds up a sky for self entertainment.

When they saw that the chopsticks were clamped together, they couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed one after another and accepted them one after another.

After comity, they started chopsticks almost at the same time.

It is expected that Huang Xing and Fu Zhenxin must also have a heart and soul. When they pick up the chopsticks again, they still clip them towards the same destination. Under one clip, the chopsticks touch each other again.

Coincidence comes after coincidence, so the situation is not just coincidence.

But Fu Zhenxin was smart. She picked Huang Xing's chopsticks aside with chopsticks and said with a smile, ladies first. You have to let me first.

Huang Xing took back his chopsticks in embarrassment.

Fu Zhenxin puts the dishes in Huang Xing's bowl.

This way not only alleviates the embarrassing atmosphere of the two, but also makes Huang Xing feel warm in his heart. In his view, perhaps, this is not just a dish.

This episode really makes Huang Xing connect it with some ambiguous past events with Ouyang Mengjiao. The same plot makes people can't help thinking of it in every way. But coincidence is coincidence after all, and the plot has not developed as it was.

After all, Fu Zhenxin is not Ouyang Mengjiao.

At the end of the dinner, Fu Zhenxin stroked her lower abdomen and said that she was too full. She had to exercise and digest.

Huang Xing suggested, why don't I take a walk with you?

Fu Zhenxin turned her eyes and said, how about going to sing?

Huang Xing said with a wry smile, singing? Let's forget it.

Fu Zhenxin took Huang Xing's Army: why, once bitten by a snake, he was afraid of the well rope for ten years? I was disturbed by those drunkards last time. I have to make it up this time. I want to sing happily!

Huang Xing asked tentatively: shall we go home and sing?

Fu Zhenxin shook her head and said: there is no atmosphere at home. Let's go, director Huang. Proper entertainment and relaxation are beneficial to physical and mental health.

Huang Xing finally failed to beat Fu Zhenxin and endured humiliation to accompany her to a KTV not far from home. Opened a small bag. I ordered two fruit plates and ten bottles of pocket beer.

The lights in the box were staggered, bright and dark. Fu Zhenxin sat down with Huang Xing and touched a bottle of beer first. Then Fu Zhenxin went to choose songs. She chose dozens of songs at a time. Amid the strong music, Fu Zhenxin gently twisted her graceful posture and played various tricks with the microphone in her hand.

Fu Zhenxin sings very well and has great singer potential. Huang Xing, who was not interested in music, suddenly felt the charm of music after listening to Fu Zhenxin's natural voice.

There is no doubt that Fu Zhenxin's singing is radiant. Staggered lights flickered alternately on her, and the whole box became so sexy and lively. She is full of passion and youthful vitality. Her perfect figure and elegant dancing posture are so intoxicating.

After singing three songs in a row, Fu Zhenxin sat back breathlessly. I put fruit into my mouth with a toothpick. My beautiful little head is still swinging slightly with the music.

Huang Xing said with a smile, you sing really well.

Fu Zhenxin proudly raised her head, inserted the fruit with a toothpick and rewarded Huang Xing: of course! When I was in school, I was the backbone of literature and art in the school! As soon as I sang, I didn't know how many ignorant young men I charmed.

Huang Xing was amused by Fu Zhenxin's humor and followed you for a moment: he also charmed me!

Fu Zhenxin pulled Huang Xing's arm and said, sing a song to see if you can charm me. Go ahead. I'll help you choose what song to sing.

Huang Xing said, I can't sing. I have a broken Gong voice. It's terrible.

Fu Zhenxin shook Huang Xing's arm and said, then I want to hear your broken Gong voice!

Fu Zhenxin just pulled Huang Xing to the song selection screen.

Huang Xingfan looked at the songs on the screen and found that he could sing few. Fu Zhenxin urged him to hurry up and cherish time. Huang Xing said, can't sing.

Under the continuous urging of Fu Zhenxin, Huang Xing had to sing a song: I found a penny by the road.

Fu Zhenxin smiles back and forth... After Huang Xing sings, Fu Zhenxin walks to the front with another microphone and says to Huang Xing, let's sing a song together. Huang Xing said, which chorus? Fu Zhenxin said, you are designated to sing.

Fu Zhenxin sang the dusty children's song: I planted a melon at the root of the wall.

Huang Xing thought, what a living treasure.

Talk and laugh, sing and sing. These two hours are two hours of happiness.

Fu Zhenxin's innocence and liveliness made Huang Xing forget almost all her troubles. She smiled as if spring had come.

The two drove back to the community at 10:30.

Maybe after drinking some beer, Fu Zhenxin was a little drunk. I tried several times when backing into the garage, but I couldn't stop. As a last resort, Huang Xing got out of the car to help the conductor, and then smoothly reversed the car into the garage.

Upstairs, Fu Zhenxin's inclined chair was on the elevator wall and asked with a smile: are you happy today?

Huang Xing said: happy.

Fu Zhenxin gently patted Huang Xing on the arm: then I'll take you out every day. Next week, how about going hiking next weekend?

Huang Xing said: OK. But I have to finish the work at hand first.

Fu Zhenxin said with a smile: good comrade.

Fu Zhenxin directly sent Huang Xing to the door of her house. She glanced at the next door and said, my sister is not here. I'll sleep at her house tonight. Wait for me. I'll go down and change my clothes first.

Huang Xing said, OK.

Open the door and enter the room. Huang Xing's first job is to take a good bath. That's called a comfortable one.

Change your clothes, sit on the sofa, turn on the TV and browse around. The film channel is playing a film called nine grade sesame official, starring Stephen Chow. It's fun to make a pot of tea, taste tea and watch a movie.

Around eleven o'clock, someone knocked at the door.

Huang Xing stood up, walked to the door and looked out from the cat's eye.

It's Fu Zhenxin.

When she opened the door, Fu Zhenxin quickly flashed in, skillfully found a pair of slippers and put them on.

For a short moment, Huang Xing was stunned. She didn't wear socks. Her bright and translucent little feet were so beautiful and lovely. On the toes, Yingying bit by bit dyed a layer of bright powder, purple and red, so sexy. She wore a loose T-shirt and tight Capris, revealing a smooth, white and tender half of her calf. Her hair was still slightly wet. It seemed that she had just taken a bath before she came.

Fu Zhenxin grabbed the butt seam, stepped on Yingying's pink slippers and sat on the sofa.

Huang Xing smiled at her sexy back and inexplicably had an indescribable sense of surprise.

What kind of movie is this? Fu Zhenxin asked casually, picked up the remote control, turned up the volume a few times, and then curled up on the sofa. The little feet that took off the slippers looked even more moist and pleasant.

Huang Xing sat over and said while adjusting his sitting posture: it's played by Stephen Chow, a nine grade sesame official.

Fu Zhenxin turned her head and looked at Huang Xing: Oh? Xingye's movie? I'll watch it with you. Are you welcome?

Huang Xing said: OK, of course welcome.

The mouth should be like this, but Huang Xing thinks about it in his heart. How can such a sexy and beautiful little beauty not be daydreaming when she accompanies herself to watch TV at home at night? Fu Zhenxin curls up against the back of the sofa and watches the movie very deeply, but Huang Xing can't get involved. He spends more time watching Fu Zhenxin. God gave him more sensitive physiological characteristics than any man. He was distressed and helpless. He likes to enjoy beauty silently. It feels like reading the treasures of human art. But just after a few glances, the little guy in his crotch couldn't help standing up and making waves. He could not control its personal freedom, but he was immersed in a special fantasy.

Many times, desire comes from beauty; Lust comes from beauty.

Moreover, a few days ago, in this house, Huang Xing had seen Fu Zhenxin's shocking body. So far, I can see it clearly. There is a kind of beauty that will not be forgotten through time and space; There is a kind of beauty, which is a vision deeply condensed in my heart. Like a movie, Huang Xing searched his mind for the scenes of that day. Novels and movies have sequels. Huang Xing wants to add some follow-up reality to those beautiful marks in his mind.