Zheng Meiyi had just expressed her love for Mo Chenyuan and even took the initiative to kiss Mo Chenyuan on his thin lips. Because this angered Mo Chenyuan, he ruthlessly pushed her away.
Just as she was about to bump into the corner of the table, Mo Chenyuan, like a gentleman, helped her up.
I didn't expect that Zheng Meiyi, this woman, would be so shameless. She took advantage of the situation and fell directly into Mo Chenyuan's arms, and even pestered him and said such ambiguous words.
Mo Chenyuan, the cold-faced CEO of mixed-race descent, suddenly darkened his icy blue eyes.
No longer as 'gentlemanly and restrained' as before, a sinister gleam flashed across Mo Chenyuan's narrow and cold eyes. He no longer pushed Zheng Meiyi away, but instead pinched her chin with his calloused palm.
"You, Zheng Meiyi..." Mo Chenyuan's deep gaze fell on her curvy chest, where Zheng Meiyi's name tag was pinned.
"If you still want to work at Yao Shi, you'd better give up these unrealistic ideas. I only want subordinates who are serious and rigorous in their work, not women who flirt with you."
After saying that, Mo Chenyuan tightened his grip on Zheng Meiyi's cheek, and his inky brows seemed as cold as if covered by frost.
The hostility in his eyes turned into a warning. If anyone faced such a handsome and cold man, they would probably feel their calves trembling and their scalp tingling.
But Zheng Meiyi is different.
She has never been one to be afraid of power; to her, the stronger it is, the better she likes it.
Zheng Meiyi's soft body not only did not tremble at all, but she moved closer to Mo Chenyuan more actively, with her arms hooked around the man's neck.
The woman raised her lips and asked, "Wouldn't it be better if the woman could be both serious and capable at work and charming and charming? Mr. Mo is also a man, wouldn't he not want to be a partner with such a woman?"
"Or..." Zheng Meiyi suddenly lowered her voice, and a hoarse and sexy voice came out from her throat, "Mr. Mo is actually not capable."
"After all... I heard that Mr. Mo is always obsessed with work and rarely has female companions around him. There are even many private rumors that Mr. Mo has problems in that area. Mr. Mo looks so bad, could it be that I just happened to be right?"
Seeing Mo Chenyuan's increasingly dark face, Zheng Meiyi was not afraid at all. Instead, she became more and more excessive.
Even the strength with which the man pinched her cheeks was obviously stronger than before.
"Zheng Meiyi, do you think your method of provoking her will work?" the man asked in a deep voice, sinisterness written all over his dark blue eyes.
However, Zheng Meiyi was not afraid at all. Instead, she looked up and said, "Otherwise, could Mr. Mo still fight back... um..."
Zheng Meiyi's provocation was blocked in her throat by Mo Chenyuan's thin lips.
An enraged man is like a lion on the grassland, invincible.
He almost brutally trapped Zheng Meiyi between his legs, lowered his head and bit her bright red lips fiercely, biting the delicate flower between his lips and teeth, grinding it.
At this moment, Mo Chenyuan cast aside his usual coldness and seriousness, and even his meticulously combed black hair was scattered in a mess.
Zheng Meiyi was a little stunned at first, and even she herself did not expect Mo Chenyuan to kiss her like this.
When she reacted, her body softened and cooperated. She originally thought that Mo Chenyuan's forceful kiss on her was enough to get back at him.
But when the kiss ended, Mo Chenyuan's big hand actually lifted up Zheng Meiyi's beautiful buttocks, picked up Zheng Meiyi, whose body had already become limp from his kiss, and put her on the large office desk.
An Liuli, who was already deeply immersed in the play, was suddenly frightened by Yue Ze's actions and was pulled out of the character.
Director Han, the staff members watching nearby, as well as Wen Feiyan and Li Yongmei were all stunned.
Director Han: Oh my god, this is the rivalry they prepared in the lounge? It's too f*cking exciting! (To be continued)