Xia Wan'er was both annoyed and embarrassed. The most annoyed thing was that she had no way to deal with him at all. The most embarrassing thing was that she was so immersed in it just now. What was even worse was that after they separated, she still felt a little lost!
She lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, not knowing how to face herself like this.
After all, in her opinion, one must be faithful to one person. Although Murong Qiao is not a good man, she may not be as good as Qiao Mingye imagined.
Should I tell him the whole story about my relationship with Murong Qiao
She raised her eyes secretly, but was caught by Qiao Mingye.
Qiao Mingye helped her brush away the sweat-soaked hair on her forehead. His handsome wrist fell on her collarbone, and his knuckles gently stroked her slightly swollen lips. He said distressedly, "Why is your skin so delicate? It's swollen after just a kiss. And your waist is so thin that I dare not use force. How can I..."
"That's enough!" Seeing that his hands were becoming more and more outrageous, Xia Wan'er had to speak out to stop him.
Qiao Mingye raised his eyebrows, came closer, pointed at his lips and said, "I just taught you."
Xia Wan'er took the opportunity to push him, stood up, grabbed the door handle, and pulled it open. She froze in place, staring blankly at the person behind the door: "Yuan, Director Yuan."
Yuan Qingzhou was also a little dazed. He just stretched out his hand and seemed to be about to knock on the door, but unexpectedly the door suddenly opened.
But after he saw clearly that it was Xia Wan'er, he quickly turned his head and reminded: "Miss Xia, your clothes."
Xia Wan'er lowered her head and found that her collar had been opened at some point. Fortunately, only one button was opened, revealing the small pendant on her neck.
It's just that the collar is a little messy, and the lips are red and swollen, and the long hair is scattered. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell what she has just experienced.
"Sorry!" Xia Wan'er's face felt hot and she was stabbing Qiao Mingye in her heart.
Before she could fasten her clothes, a men's suit jacket was suddenly put on her body, and then she was pulled into a warm embrace.
"It's a bit windy outside today, don't catch a cold." Qiao Mingye's concerned voice came from above his head.
Looking at the hand that was placed on her shoulder, Xia Wan'er gritted her teeth, turned around awkwardly but politely, and said, "Director Yuan, is there anything you want to talk to me about?"
Yuan Qingzhou looked like he had just finished operating on a patient. He was still wearing surgical gown and had a tired look on his face. After glancing at Qiao Mingye, he explained to Xia Wan'er, "I just ran into Miss Xia's assistant downstairs. She said Miss Xia was frightened today and she was very worried, so she asked me to come over and help check on her."
It turned out to be Ran Qin. Xia Wan'er was about to thank him when she heard Qiao Mingye's voice above her head: "You, my little assistant, are just looking for a light bulb—"
Qiao Mingye's words became more and more straightforward. Xia Wan'er felt a chill on her back. She quickly stepped forward, interrupted Qiao Mingye, and said to Yuan Qingzhou, "I'm sorry, Director Yuan, I felt a little dizzy just now, but I'm fine now. I'm really sorry for making such a wasted trip for you."
"It's okay. Some people," Yuan Qingzhou paused, looked at Qiao Mingye, and sneered, "They called me 37 times that day. They were so nervous that they insisted that I come here. Now they have used me up and are calling me a light bulb. After all, some people have been single for 28 years. Once they start having sex, they are like a teddy bear. If no one is watching them, it will be difficult for them to restrain themselves."
Before Xia Wan'er could digest this, a figure rushed out from behind her and stood in front of Yuan Qingzhou. He said to Xia Wan'er as if nothing had happened, "This person is very talkative. You can't believe a word he says."
(End of this chapter)