They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Jiang Han patted his thigh with a smile.

A deafening roar erupted in Liu Meng's mind.

In his own office.

She is the founder of Wangyue Culture.

I was just explaining the revenue structure to dozens of people in the conference room.

Jiang Han was now sitting in a chair and gestured for him to sit down.

I even wore a cheongsam today, with a slit that only went below my knee.

Once you sit on it, you'll be pulled upwards.

More of her thighs, encased in skin-colored stockings, were exposed.

Liu Meng pursed her lips, knowing all the physical consequences of this action.

but.

Her body moved faster than her brain.

Reason remained rooted to the spot, but the body followed suit.

Outside the office, the faint sounds of employees in the corridor could be heard.

A few young women in the operations department were discussing what to eat for lunch.

But in Liu Meng's eyes...

Only the man sitting in his seat remained.

as well as.

The space between his knees was just enough for her to sit on.

Liu Meng took a deep breath and turned slightly to the side.

Move your hips toward Jiang Han's knees.

The navy blue fabric of the cheongsam was stretched taut at the bend of the legs, and then loosened.

The slits slid silently upwards along the side-sitting posture.

Her thighs, encased in skin-colored stockings, were gradually revealed inch by inch.

Through the fabric, Liu Meng could clearly feel the contours of the other person's thigh muscles.

Warm and firm.

The shape of her buttocks was made particularly round by sitting posture.

The curves from waist to hips spread out on Jiang Han's legs.

Liu Meng's back pressed against Jiang Han's chest.

I can clearly feel the rise and fall of their breathing.

Jiang Han placed his palm on Liu Meng's waist.

He gently placed his fingertips along the narrowest curve of the cheongsam and pulled her into his arms.

The cheongsam was tailored to fit snugly, and my hand just touched her waist.

My lower back involuntarily shrank.

Liu Meng nestled into Jiang Han's arms, too afraid to move.

The ears were right next to the chest.

You can hear the steady, powerful thumping of a heartbeat in its chest.

Each strike hit her right in the heart.

When Liu Meng was a child, she sat on her father's lap and heard similar sounds.

At that time, she felt that all the storms of the world were kept out.

After my father passed away.

For the first time, Liu Meng felt a sense of security being enveloped by a man.

She nestled her head against Jiang Han's shoulder and closed her eyes.

Her eyelashes brushed against his chin.

I wish I could curl myself into a tiny ball and stuff myself into the other person's arms.

Jiang Han wrapped his arms around Liu Meng from behind.

Gently stroke the soft fabric of the cheongsam.

Her waist is very thin.

A smooth curve is drawn from the armpit to the hip bone.

My finger slid down along that curve.

Don't say it.

You really shouldn't believe it!

The definition of female beauty, ingrained in men's genes, does indeed have some merit.

Jiang Han has never appreciated the skinny, stick-like physique.

It's nice to change things up once in a while.

But for lasting happiness, you still need to gain weight in the right places.

Take Liu Meng's round, plump buttocks, for example.

Sitting on my lap and shifting back and forth a couple of times, I could clearly feel the soft elasticity.

Great!

Jiang Han lowered his head and brought his lips close to Liu Meng's ear.

The breath brushed against her earlobes, which were burning red.

Like an electric current, it stimulated Liu Meng's nerves.

Her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and her knees unconsciously came together.

I almost screamed.

In broad daylight, the soundproofing in this place isn't very good.

Next to the partition wall is Chengcheng's product selection room.

What if I shout it out and someone hears me?

How can I be a boss like this?

But that guy... had no intention of letting her go.

Jiang Han's lips moved from his earlobe to the side of his neck.

Slowly descend along the direction of the carotid artery.

The air conditioner is clearly on.

The temperature in the office seemed to have suddenly risen several degrees.

Liu Meng pressed her back against him.

A strong masculine aura permeated her skin through the two layers of fabric of her shirt and cheongsam.

Like a flame, burning fiercely.

Liu Meng bit her lower lip, forcing herself to muster the last bit of rationality before being utterly defeated.

She suddenly remembered what Lin Yaoyao had whispered in her ear.

A woman should be shy when she needs to be.

But you have to show initiative sometimes.

It is said that women should learn to lower their pride in front of their men.

At this moment, Liu Meng felt a chill run down her spine.

She raised her head.

Two arms climbed up Jianghan's neck.

She gazed tenderly at the man who was holding her.

Her lips moved slightly twice.

Use a very small volume opening.

"Brother Han~"

The moment those two words popped out of my mouth.

Liu Meng herself was stunned.

His tone of voice was completely different from when he usually spoke to his employees.

There was no calmness, no restraint.

There was only one kind of dependence she never dared to show in front of anyone.

An unprecedented tingling sensation spread from my throat to my fingertips.

I was completely melted.

Can I really be this cute?

ashamed!

What company?

What career?

It's utterly insignificant at this moment!

"That sounds good, say it again."

"Brother Han~"

Following the other person's wishes, Liu Meng called out again in a sweet voice.

Then, he quickly buried his head, trying to hide his expression.

But Jiang Han's large hand held her cheek.

Her ripe face was now before my eyes.

Jiang Han lowered his head and kissed Liu Meng's lips.

The force wasn't heavy, but it carried a long enough patience.

Liu Meng's arm slid down from her neck.

Hug Jianghan from behind.

He responded awkwardly, even accidentally biting his lower lip with his teeth.

Liu Meng quickly tried to shrink back, but was firmly held by a hand on the back of her neck.

She must not be allowed to escape.

If kissing is like driving a car.

When driving, you must hold the steering wheel firmly with both hands.

Jiang Han, as an experienced driver, always kept this principle in mind.

As for the steering wheel, should you grip it or hold it?

The one who gets the car driven can only silently accept it.

Jiang Han's palm slid from his waist to his hip.

Feel the smooth curves.

"Hmm~"

Liu Meng's heart was pounding in unison, and her breathing was rapid.

I can't tell which one is mine and which one is Jianghan's.

She instinctively scratched Jiang Han's back.

Several fine scratches were left through the shirt.

The indoor temperature continues to rise.

A faint scent of perfume filled the air.

And a strong hormonal scent.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door from the outside.

"Knock knock knock!"

"President Liu!"

The familiar voice of the operations assistant came from outside the door.

Liu Meng sprang up from Jiang Han's leg.

Her high heels slipped on the floor, and she staggered back half a step.

My lower back hit the edge of the desk, and the pen holder on the desk wobbled twice.

She pressed one hand firmly against the slit of her cheongsam.

With her other hand, she quickly straightened the crumpled collar.

Jiang Han just unbuttoned that button.

Liu Meng lowered her head, her fingertips trembling as she tried to fasten the buttons again, but she couldn't get them in no matter what she did.

My hands were shaking too much.

I tried twice, taking a deep breath each time.

It took three tries to find the right buttonhole.

Liu Meng hurriedly called out to the door, her voice urgent and flustered.

"Wait! Wait! Hold on!"