Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Feng Yi walked to his desk and gave her a document: "This document requires Ji Ji's emergency approval, and it is sent to his office, and he will take it out after he signs."

The female colleague did not dare to take it, and with the encouragement of several other colleagues, she tremblingly took over the document.

She was hesitant, another colleague pushed her and said softly, "Go."

She hesitated for a moment, and crept to the outside of the president's office, knocking on the door and raising and lowering her hand, looking back at the group.

A colleague next to her next door signaled her to knock on the door. She took a deep breath and bravely knocked on the office door.

...

As the two kissed, the surrounding air seemed to freeze for an instant, and the temperature became higher and higher.

His kiss went from deep to shallow, from shallow to deep, as if savoring the texture of her lips.

Her juice is so sweet and sweet, as if mixed with poppy pollen, so that he sinks into it, unable to extricate himself, want to integrate with her, this life is endlessly entangled.

The knock on the door broke the quiet beauty. Ji Jinchuan slightly twisted his eyebrows and turned a deaf ear to the knock on the door. The right hand gently kneaded the flesh from her waist, and their lips were still clinging together.

Shen Youran pushed him, his head turned away from his lips, his cheeks were red, and his breath was a little breath: "Someone knocked on the door."

Ji Jinchuan felt that the person knocking on the door was a hindrance, and his tone was slightly uncomfortable: "No matter what he does."

She leaned over and kissed her again, her hands against his chest, and pointed to the office door behind her.

Her black and bright eyes were charming and charming, and the flow was bright and gorgeous, reflecting his annoyed expression at the moment.

He loosened her to sort out her clothes. She patted her burning cheeks. Without looking in the mirror, she could guess that she must be charming now, and her cheeks were red.

Before he had time to hide in the lounge next door, he heard the man squeeze his dull voice and say, "Come in."

How she can see people now, if they are seen by others, they can guess what they have done in the office.

As the office door was pushed open, Shen Youran plunged into Ji Jinchuan's arms, buried his head in his chest, and Ji Jinchuan subconsciously grabbed her waist.

The female assistant entered the office and saw the picture of the woman who had just come in with the president sitting on the desk, while President Ji stood behind the office.

The woman hugged the man tightly, the man hugged her with one hand, and the cold face was dark and dark. At first glance, his usual unpleasant expression was even more terrifying than usual.

She stepped forward daringly and stood still three steps away from her desk. Under Ji Jinchuan's cold eyes, her speech was a bit unfavorable: "Mr. Ji, this document...is very urgent and needs you... "

"Take it." She was interrupted by Ji Jinchuan before she finished.

She froze for a moment, and took two more steps forward, handing the document to him across the desk.

Ji Jinchuan took the document and took the hand that was open to Shen Youran's waist. Because the person in his arms kept holding his waist, when he read the document, it was equivalent to holding her in her arms.

He was intimate with a woman in public for the first time, but it was rare that she gave her a hug, and it was his woman. He did not feel any embarrassment or embarrassment, but rather enjoyed it.

He flipped through the document and saw that there was no problem. He pulled the pen out of the pen holder, but Shen Youran hugged him.

He patted her waist gently, his tone soft and low: "Get down first."