Feng Jin's movements paused slightly, and his eyes were slowly raised to look at her. The midnight-like phoenix eyes were deep and sharp. Taking off the glasses, people can intuitively feel the feeling of being locked in by just being stared at.
"Of course, if you want, we can do something more wonderful besides this date—"
The dumb magnetic voice and the elegant and soothing cello sound slowly sounded in the ears, carrying a tingling electric current.
Su Kui thought, Feng Jin is really a blessed man. After God gave him the power and wealth of a wealthy country, he also gave him an appearance and personality charm that made him willing to surrender.
"If this is an invitation, I naturally have no objection." Su Kui curled her lips, stood up and slowly leaned down, with her hands resting on the dining table, her eyes gleaming, "And, I would also like to thank Mr. Feng this time. Help me out."
"If you really want to thank you, let's say it to you," Feng Jin wiped his fingers, carefully until every inch did not fall.
There was a narrowing expression in his eyes, like a smile but not a smile, as if he wanted to see what step Su Kui could do.
"laugh-"
Su Kui chuckled. If the other party treats her as a prey, then she is likely to disappoint the other party!
Compared to being a prey, she prefers to take the initiative!
Hooking his fingers, Su Kui slid onto the chair, her legs overlapped, and her long, white, straight legs sneaked out of the high slit of the skirt and exposed to the air.
The complexion was really white and blinked, as delicate as mutton jade, Feng Jin couldn't understand the delicate touch.
The phoenix eyes narrowed into a long and narrow arc, like a scheming fox, waiting for its prey to be caught.
With his thin lips lightly raised, he loosened his tie, his legs stretched, and he stood in front of Su Kui.
The man's tall figure showed vividly at this moment, holding the tabletop with one hand and the back of her chair with the other, and he looked at her meaningfully.
He is very powerful, there is no doubt that his long arms stretched out, trapping Su Kui in a position where there is nowhere to escape, lowered his head and slightly approached Su Kui.
The two of them relied so hard that they breathed almost the same piece of air.
"So, President Feng feels the same as me?" Su Kui leaned back in the chair, not only not nervous, but extremely excited. The slender finger flicked across his shirt on his chest, and picked up the top button.
"What if I say yes?"
Since that night, he had to admit that he knew how he felt about that night, and he couldn't forget about it.
Feng Jin slammed into her eyes, very aggressive, "Let me see how much you can do!"
What responded to him was a soft object stuck to his lips, tossing and turning, and tossing—
In her breath, there is no greasy perfume smell, only a light rose scent, which belongs to her body.
Fragments of memory from that night flooded in, and Feng Jin’s dark eyes grew deeper and darker, dark as obsidian eyes were surging with turbulent winds and waves, and in an instant, the palm of her hand suddenly closed her slender waist , Put her on the dining table with ease.
The "crackling" dinner plate rolled to the ground, and the red wine stained the tablecloth under him.
Quietly in the restaurant, the sound of the cello gradually dissipated, only if there was no respite, enough to drive people crazy, in the dimly lit and ambiguous restaurant, faintly respond.
This meal has been "eaten" for a long time.