Mr. He’s Daily Affections

No, not an illusion!

Su Zhixi's breathing gradually quickened, and then she suddenly stood up from the seat!

Ning Yichen looked at her in surprise: "Zhi Xi, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay..." She murmured unconsciously, her eyes still on the window, but a flashing time, the familiar figure was gone.

She stayed for a while, suddenly realized what she was, dropped the knife and fork in her hand, kicked off the chair, stepped on the high heels and ran to the restaurant door!

"Zhi Xi!"

"Young lady!"

Two voices sounded at the same time behind her, but Su Zhixi was deaf.

She quickly ran to the door of the restaurant, and suddenly stopped when she saw the figure walking upstairs.

At this time He Jingyao had walked under the eaves, and he handed the black umbrella to the bodyguard aside. Under the bright lights, the handsome features of the man looked dazzled.

Su Zhixi watched him approaching step by step, almost forgot to breathe.

He Jingyao raised her head to see her, her thin lips slightly raised, and the dark pupil was stained with a somewhat clear and ambiguous smile.

Familiar eyes and expressions made Su Zhixi's tears rush out.

She couldn't help but finally threw it into his arms, and He Jingyao hugged him straight.

"Isn't it that you don't miss me at all?" He smiled lowly, "So can't wait?"

Su Zhixi hugged him tightly. The man's black coat was slightly moistened with water and mixed with familiar breath, which made her heart sore.

She choked, and the phrase "I thought you weren't here" that had come to her mouth was swallowed back by her, and said, "...you are late."

"Something was delayed on the way, sorry." He smiled hoarsely. "What compensation do you want?"

Su Zhixi's tears became fiercer, and she buried her chest and shook her head vigorously. No, she does not need compensation, as long as he comes!

"But I can't help it," he said seriously, raising her chin, taking a serious look, and then bowing her lips to kiss her.

Su Zhixi shuddered gently.

His lips also carried a bit of cool water vapor, but soon became hot, and the hot temperature passed directly to her apex.

The man quickly penetrated into her mouth, grinding and sweeping indiscriminately, without giving her a chance to breathe. Su Zhixi soon felt the fiery pain of rubbing her lips, but this pain made her very comfortable.

She suddenly felt that it didn't matter whether he had just gone to Mr. President's dinner or not, whether he had personal dealings with Ye Shutong.

He Jingyao was still inadequate when she let go of her, kissed her again, and turned to her cheeks and earlobes. His breath was gradually disordered, his hands were buckled fiercely on her waist-buttocks, as if she wished to be embedded. ... Su Zhixi felt his hard muscles, shy and helpless, and had to whisper: "Jing Yao..."

The man stopped breathing and stared straight at her blushing face, the desire deep in his eyes-the hope was not concealed...

Su Zhixi's face turned even redder, so she quickly looked around. Fortunately, both the assistant and the bodyguard all looked at the ground with intent, as if suddenly they had a strong interest in the pattern on the floor...

"Is this compensation enough?" The man stroked her red lips, his voice low and hoarse.