Passionate Devotion

Chapter 1820, 1867 Who said I do not love you? 4

Yan Qing closed his eyes, a little bit unable to resist Long Yan's strength. Most of the night, he slept in a daze and received a call from him to break up. It took Yan Qing two hours before he rushed back from the field. He was completely confused. When he arrived, he was shot again.

This bastard, he really said that he would play with a heart!

When the kiss was hard to separate, the sound of cellphone vibration and footsteps came from my ear. A security guard came up, and Yan Qing immediately separated him, lowered his voice and said, "You are in heat, or do you still want to have sex? I broke up?"

Long Yan didn't speak, his face flushed with his handsome face, and his mood was as if he was walking around in the sky and the earth. Long Yan felt that he was really useless. He was controlled by a man. He fell into the abyss of bitterness for a while, and sweet as honey for a while. It feels bad at all.

He was a little angry, dropped Yan Qing, took out his mobile phone and called the security guard: "It's okay, the danger is gone."

The staff of the security department is a veteran, and he is worried: "Sao Long, where are you now?"

"A friend came to me. Go down."

Long Yan turned on the corridor lights, and his vision suddenly became clear. The security guard just walked to this floor and saw Long Yan and Yan Qing who was standing behind him clearly. His eyes were surprised, because Yan Qing was wearing pajamas and slippers.

This outfit appeared in Leng's Building, which is really puzzling.

The security guard walked over, respectfully, and nodded towards Long Yan: "Young Master Long, have you gotten off work at this late hour?"

"I will sleep in the company tonight."

The security screamed meaningfully, and glanced again at Yan Qing's pajamas. The nosy security guard left with a sense of interest. Without a word, Long Yan left Yan Qing and strode back to his office.

Yan Qing was at a loss and didn't know where he had offended Long Yan. He picked up the gun on the ground and entered his office immediately.

Long Yan arrogantly lay down on his office chair, raised Erlang's legs, put his hands on the armrests of the chair, and squinted at Yan Qing. His tone was almost fatal: "Yan always ran to Leng Shi so late. Building, do you want to steal trade secrets?"

"President Yan?" Yan Qing seemed to play with these two words, walked in front of Long Yan, and looked at him condescendingly.

Long Yan forced a composure, with an arrogant gesture: "Otherwise?"

Yan Qing threw the gun on the table, and with a thud, Long Yan's strong heart tightened, and his breathing broke a little.

He sat up straight, his aura did not want to be suppressed.

After being aggrieved for several days, he didn't want to give Yan Qing a good face at this moment, as if the big boy who had just snatched the kiss was just an illusion of Yan Qing, although his mouth was bitten, there was still a **** smell between his lips and teeth.

Yan Qing looked at Long Yan for a long time. Long Yan sat in danger, as if he was facing an enemy, his brain was running at high speed. When he was thinking about how to accept the move, Yan Qing's eyes fell on the desk with the folder spread out, but he blurted out a word of no. If it hurts or not: "Why are you still working so late?"

Long Yan was startled, thinking that if he hadn't been tortured by him, could he get up and work in the middle of the night?

"Naturally, it's not as good as talking. If you want to work, you can work, and you can go on vacation if you don't want to work."

Yan Qing put his hands in the pockets of his pajamas leisurely, a little fiercely: "I won't sleep in the middle of the night, so I deliberately held up against me?"

Long Yan immediately became angry: "Yes, this young master just doesn't sleep in the middle of the night and is so busy that he likes to stand up with people!"

"Where does it hurt?" Yan Qing's sharp face a second ago suddenly became funny again: "It hurts?"

(End of this chapter)