Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Mai Mai heard her voice wrong: "Qing Si, wouldn't you give up?"

"Give up? What a joke."

There is no retreat for her to this point. No matter what means she uses, she will not get what she wants.

Her head was bleeding, her body was scaly, and even if she died, she would not hesitate, as long as those **** who owed their mother and daughter received the retribution they deserved, she didn't care about anything.

Sister Mai suddenly couldn't bear it, "Qing Si ... otherwise, forget it, you come back, or I'll pick you up, this role is gone, I can help you pick up the others."

Yan Qingsi looked at herself in the mirror. She was really beautiful. The twenty-five-year-old woman was the most beautiful time for a flower to bloom.

Yan Qingsi reached out and touched her face. "Others? There isn't this General Manager He, there is also General Manager Li, General Manager Zhao, Sister Mai ... useless."

"Green silk ..."

"Relax, I won't let myself suffer."

Hanging up the phone, Yan Qingsi felt drunk. She took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, smoked a bit in her mouth, and touched it without touching the lighter.

Yan Qingsi bit the smoke and wobbled out, and saw a man standing at the door of the men's bathroom. She was tall, the lights were a little dim, and she could not see her face, but Yan Qingsi could clearly see that Zhang Zhang's lips seemed to be on the phone.

Yan Qingsi narrowed her eyes.

It seems that ... there is an urge to kiss, and ... he has an inexplicable familiarity on him.

Yan Qingsi walked over: "Dude, is there a fire?"

The man looked at her and Yan Qingsi raised her head. The effect of alcohol made her dizzy and her vision blurred. The more she wanted to see the person's appearance, the more she could not see.

A private room not far away rushed out of a man and scolded him: "Fuck, I spent so much money, you let me play with a salt water bag, something, **** ... believe it or not, I will complain to you on the 3.15 platform."

The noisy Yan Qingsi's head was more dizzy, and she giggled and straightened her Ccup's chest: "Well, guess, am I a saline bag?"

A small cluster of flames lit up and reached in front of Yan Qingsi.

Yan Qingsi went up and lit the cigarette: "Thank you."

"Are you going for one?"

"No need to."

The moment the flame went out, Yan Qingsi saw the appearance of that lip, thin and cold, and the lips were red and bright, glowing with cold light, with the temptation of an unknown name, like Zeng—acquaintance.

Alcohol seemed to be transformed into an aphrodisiac in the body for a moment, began to fever, began to feel dizzy, and began to ... couldn't control himself.

Yan Qingsi's mouth became dry and suddenly became very thirsty. She stared at the man's lips.

Suddenly he pushed him against the wall, tiptoed and kissed his lips.

In the dim toilet door, Yan Qingsi kissed a man who couldn't even see his face in the yelling and screaming behind her, and she felt a little crazy.

But ... she's a crazy person, what is this?

Instead of being taken advantage of by Mr. He, she prefers to eat handsome tofu. This kind of revenge makes Yan Qingsi deepen the kiss. It feels really ... familiar, once, when did she kiss this person?

The aroma of alcohol permeates between the lips and teeth of the two, and the woman smells more intoxicating than the wine.

Duckling, Yan Qingsi loosened the man.

"This is a thank you. It tastes good ..."

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