Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come For a Hug

The warm touch from the fingertips made Yun Wanwan want to retract his fingers.

Qi Luan lowered her head slightly and bit her neck.

With very light force, Yun Fan felt itchy, not painful.

Then, he began to **** on the skin above, grabbing Qi Luan's clothes, feeling at a loss.

Both of them were breathing abnormally. Just as Qi Luan was about to make the next move, the office door was knocked.

Qi Luan seemed very unhappy for a moment.

He held his temper and arranged his clothes for Yun Fan.

Yun Fanfan wants to get off his desk and say, "Should I open the door?"

After all, the person in front of her is her gold master, and it seems not very good to let the gold master do things.

Qi Luan glanced at her and said, "Sit still."

But, this is not a sofa, this is a desk, it feels weird.

The alternate secretary took the meal, and when Qi Luan opened the door, he handed the lunch box to Qi Luan and said, "President, this is your lunch."

This was done by the previous secretary. She was in the secretary's room, but she helped the secretary do some chores. She met the president and knew the other identity of the president, but she didn't dare to talk more, even if she wanted to share it with others. , You have to keep things in your heart.

But today's president seems something is wrong.

He was always neatly dressed, his shirt was ruffled, his tie was gone, and one side of his collar was rolled inside.

And what is the situation with this expression that seems to be dissatisfied with desire?

She inadvertently glanced inside and saw the clouds sitting on the desk.

His mind was short-circuited in an instant, and Qi Luan caught his eyes too late.

Qi Luan didn't seem to be taboo about this. He took the meal and said to the substitute secretary: "I will give you two copies next time."

The substitute secretary nodded blankly, stepped back, Qi Luan closed the door.

Yun Fan jumped off his desk and said nervously, "I seem to have been discovered."

Qi Luan opened the lunch box and humbled his head.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Yun said, "Will it be bad?"

Qi Luan raised her head and glanced at her: "What's not so good?"

"I am your little lover, and you are my sponsor. If others know it is not good, I should hide this kind of thing for you. This is a qualified little lover."

Yun Fanfan learned about this from Xiaobaicai before.

"People on this floor, no matter what they see, they won't say anything."

Qi Luan handed the chopsticks to Yun Fanfan and pushed the lunch box in front of her, "If you really feel that you are not up to standard, it is better to make up for me in the evening and try to be up to standard."

Yun who was molested by Qi Luan could not speak anymore.

Standing there for dinner, Qi Luan saw her in a daze, moved his office chair behind her and asked her to sit down.

Looking at my desk again, the original neat appearance has become very messy, and it has even become a dining table.

After taking a few bites, Yun Fan asked Qi Luan, "Aren't you eating?"

Qi Luan leaned on the edge of the desk, bent down, and motioned for her to feed herself.

So, a bowl of rice, two of you, one bite, one bite for me, just like this and finished eating.

When Yun Fanpan swallowed the last bite of the meal, Qi Luan finally got to the point: "I found a script for you. The script will start work next week. Then you have to go there. You should go there first. Let the director get acquainted, and then get the complete script."