The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

At 10 o'clock, the red Ferrari was parked in the parking lot of Jin's Group. An Xiaomen got out of the car and stepped into the office building with a bag.

After turning the glass door, the security guard saw her and greeted him eagerly, "Little grandma is here."

"Um." She smiled and nodded, and the staff members greeted one by one as they walked into the elevator.

Her figure was hidden in the elevator.

Hu Xin took the mop to the front desk and asked, "Why are you calling her grandma, haven't you divorced us Jin?"

The front desk lady said, "Xiao Hu, are you stupid? Didn't you talk to our boss a few days ago, since you know each other, would you not know the position of Grandma in our mind?"

Hu Xin said with a small smile, "I just met with Jin Shao in private and didn't know anything about him."

"It turned out to be this way. Now everyone in our company calls her like this. Don't look at her and Mr. Jin not remarried, but it's no different than getting married, let alone she has a son."

Hu Xin thoughtfully, "I think you might have misunderstood."

"What's wrong?"

"Maybe we don't care about Jin at all, it's just that she used some means to create this illusion."

"It's good if you talk to me before, don't hear it from our manager, otherwise you will be fired in minutes. President Jin alone favors her is a well-known thing. When President Jin had an accident in the tsunami, both It was Grandma Young who came to sit in the company. I heard that President Jin had already made a will and the property was given to her and her children. Do you still say this is an illusion? "

"I mean she is not psychic, maybe she has control ..."

The lady at the front desk stretched out her hand and covered her mouth. "This must never be said. You don't want rice. I still want it. Go to work. Don't tell me. You maliciously speculate on others. The idea is too terrible. "

...

An Xiaomen came to the office, shook the door, and gently opened the door.

What caught the eye was his careful handling of documents.

She stood there watching him for a while before pushing in the door.

Seeing her coming, he put down his pen, stood up, and walked towards her, "how come?"

"I miss you."

He hugged her, a very tight one, as if to put her in his own bones, "I miss you too, I miss you so much."

"I have a lot to say to you."

"it is good."

Thirty seconds later, he was sitting on a chair, and she was sitting on his legs so sideways, holding his neck.

She said he listened.

From the journey to the country V, I met the dream, went back there and dreamed, and finally, everything mysterious Xiao said last night.

She told him all one by one.

She said dry mouth.

Picking up the tea cup on the table, he grunted and took a few big sips.

"I'm thirsty."

After hearing what she said, there was a layer of wetness in his eyes, "Are you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Just like mysterious Xiao said, afraid that we will repeat the same mistakes in this life, no matter how much effort we put in, we will not be together after all?"

"I'm not afraid." She replied sharply. "Because there are you, children, parents and friends, and because of you, no matter what difficulties we are facing, I will survive it. Are you ... afraid Anymore? "

"Don't be afraid." These two words hit An Xiaomen's heart directly. It wasn't his answer that differed, but his voice.

The moment before was still steady and powerful. When answering these two words, she was slightly trembling, and she heard it.

She smiled lightly, her warm body moved closer to him, her soft tongue pressed against his lips, and she swiftly searched in his mouth.

An Xiaomeng could feel that something was changing rapidly under her body.

She closed her eyes and kissed him even harder.

He was sitting sideways on his lap and slowly evolved into straddle.

The two little hands kept on to untie the white belt of his cropped pants.

There was a gleam of joy in his eyes, and he clearly enjoyed the sensation she took.

As her lips left, he murmured, "Little Lemon ..."

An Xiaomeng, "I want to hear you call my wife more, because I want to be your wife again now, what fortune teller, what family daughter, what president daughter, what investor An Xiaojing, those It ’s not the identity that makes me proud at this moment. The identity that makes me proud and proud is one of the role of mom, and the other is your wife ... "

He didn't give her the chance to continue talking, suddenly held her up, and placed her directly on the desk. The documents on the desk fell to the ground and scattered, but he didn't care.

The two were in love with the thick place and were preparing to fire their guns, and the office door suddenly opened.

Jin Qingyan looked at the comer, his majestic eyes burst into anger, "Whoever lets you in, get out!"

Hu Xin finally managed to slip in while the secretary outside the door was absent. Whoever wanted to be screamed by him shook the door immediately and thought of a scene that saw tears falling inexplicably.

She didn't know what she was crying.

All I know is that my mind is a little blank.

Don't believe what you see.

Those are not true.

The two disturbed were disappointed, and An Xiaomen caught a glimpse of the person, pretending not to ask anything.

He just locked the door and said to her, "You can rest assured that the door is not locked, and it is too anxious."

During the conversation, the button of the bra / breast had been easily released by him. He lowered his head and buried it in her neck. The air conditioner was turned on in the office. I felt a trembling shudder.

Because this is an office, she wanted to call but did not dare to call, so she could only hold back.

When she let go of her, looking at her little biting lips, he smiled inexplicably.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I laughed at your hard work. Don't bear it. The sound insulation is good."

He lifted her left leg and placed it on her shoulder, her skirt slopped up, and Nei / ku was chopped down by one hand. An Xiaomen couldn't help moaning.

This coquettish voice, like a catalyst, made Jin Qingyan's swollen valley gazing like a raging fire.

An Xiaomen grasped the edge of the table with one hand and clasped his arm with one hand, every time as if to push her through, the whispers made her emotionally difficult to control.

The battle was fierce. Xiaobei won the wedding. Even though the sound insulation was good, the secretary still faintly heard it, and his old face was blushing.

For an entire hour, Jin Qingyan changed his style and tried it almost. At the end, An Xiaomen's legs were soft.