Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

Yin Yanyan paused. No wonder he was holding a meeting in the office just now. That's what happened. [Source of this book www.

She pursed her lips, forget it, write it here, write it here, finish writing it and leave this pervert as soon as possible...

She sat down behind the coffee table, spread out the paper, thought about it, and started writing...

Ye Yanmo smiled, with a somewhat unclear meaning, and sat at his desk and began to deal with his own affairs.[

The room was silent for a moment, except for the sound of the pen tip scratching the paper and the opening and closing of documents.

The sun was just right near noon, and it shone warmly on the two of them.

In the corner, the Four Seasons Begonia blooms quietly, and in the quiet air, the faint fragrance of the flowers hits the person.

Suddenly, there is a feeling of peace, warmth and tranquility.

I don't know if it was Ye Yanmo's order, but during this period of time, no one knocked on the door to disturb me, and no phone calls came in.

Ye Yanmo processed several documents that were eager to be signed and looked up at her.

There was a slight movement in her heart. She stopped writing at some point and was biting the tip of her pen and thinking...

Biting the pen again!

This problem cannot be corrected after so many years!

Yin Yanyan has not written at length with a pen for several years.

Although typing on the keyboard is extremely fast, writing with a pen is extremely awkward.

There were many words that she couldn't remember the specific strokes for, but they seemed different, but couldn't be replaced by circles, so she was a little confused and stopped writing to think carefully.

She was lost in thought when she suddenly felt a slight pain on her forehead and a small paper ball fell at her feet.

Yin Yanyan was angry and suddenly raised his head. He saw Ye Yanmo lazily leaning on the back of the chair, with his long legs crossed and the corners of his slightly raised lips half smiling. Seeing her angry little face, he coldly accused: "Miss Yin

, that’s a gold pen of mine, what are you doing with it in your mouth?”

Yin Yanyan froze for a moment, and then realized that she had bitten the tip of the pen in her mouth unknowingly...

Maybe I used too much force, and two faint teeth marks have been left on it.

She blushed and put down the pen, but her mind was in a trance, and a few fragments flashed through her mind.

"Yin Yanyan, you bite the end of your pen again. Do you know that this is very unhygienic?"

In her boudoir, the two of them were doing their own things, she was writing her thesis, and he was working on his defense.[

As she was writing, Gu Siyu threw a ball of paper at her with perfect accuracy, hitting her squarely on the forehead.

She covered her forehead, picked up the paper ball and screamed: "Gu Siyu, can you please stop throwing it at my forehead every time? My smart head will be fooled by your throwing it at me!"

"Uh, are you stupid? Let me see."

Gu Siyu came over, pushed her hand away, and looked at her forehead. It was white and shiny, with not even a small bump on it.

He was very close to her, his breath was clean and thick, pure and clear, with a little fragrance of shower gel, blowing warmly on her cheek...

Yin Yanyan's pretty face couldn't help but become red and hot.

Gu Siyu squinted his eyes and smiled, brushed her face with his fingertips, and said seriously: "Yan Yan, what I hit was obviously your forehead, why is your face so red? Well, it's still so hot, you won't have a fever.

Bar?"

He covered her forehead with the palm of his hand...

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