Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

Yan Hui stared at the ceiling in a daze, and seriously thought about a question——

How did things become like this?
Ling Yue had already gone to the bathroom to take a shower, while she was lying limply on the sofa, not even wanting to lift a finger.

Obviously they are talking about serious business, but why the topic is far away?Obviously they were reading financial reports at the dining table, but why did they move to the sofa in the end?
Is all this a distortion of human nature or a moral degeneration?

Thinking of what happened just now, Yan Hui's face started to turn red again. Although the matter hadn't reached the final step, Ling Yue ate all the tofu...

She lowered her head and quietly looked at her chest. There were red plums on her fair skin, which looked really ambiguous.

Moreover, even on the neck, there are some faint red marks, which let people know what happened to her at a glance.

After tidying up the messy clothes, Yan Hui managed to gather up some strength. She got up from the sofa and planned to take a shower.

After such a entanglement, my body is sticky and sweaty, stuffy and hot, not refreshing at all.

Just when she got up, Ling Yue's voice suddenly came from the bedroom door: "What are you going to do?"

As soon as Yan Hui saw Ling Yue, the scene just now appeared uncontrollably in his mind, all of which were his eyes full of lust.

His burning kiss, flexible lips, strong arms, and...

Yan Hui tilted her head halfway, not daring to look at him at all, and unnaturally pulled up her collar, she said, "I'm going to take a shower." Then she hurried into her room.

Now she is very fortunate that each bedroom in the presidential suite has its own bathroom, otherwise she would have to walk past Ling Yue and go to the bathroom he used.

Ling Yue looked at Yan Hui's embarrassment and shyness, and narrowed his eyes again. Today's cold bath made the fire in his heart even bigger. Although the desire was temporarily suppressed, this strong pressure will definitely attract More intense backlash.

If it wasn't for Yan Hui saying that she wasn't ready... Ling Yue wouldn't want to wrong herself.

Such a delicious piece of fat dangles in front of his eyes every day, he endures it very hard, okay?
Sooner or later, sooner or later, he would eat this little white rabbit whole and make her truly his.

Yan Hui didn't know that Ling Yue was secretly planning to eat her, so he took a hasty shower and came out again.

The long black hair was still dripping with water. Yan Hui wiped it with a big towel. Seeing this, Ling Yue picked up the hair dryer and blow-dried her hair.

Yan Hui felt a little uncomfortable seeing Ling Yue now. She originally wanted to do it by herself, but Ling Yue pushed her down. His slender fingers were gently running through her hair, and she couldn't help blowing her hair.

Her hair was getting dry little by little, and Yan Hui squinted her eyes comfortably, feeling a little drowsy. She didn't expect that a young master like Ling Yue, who has been served by others all the time, would look good when he served others.

The time is quiet, the years are quiet and good, Ling Yue's heart is full of tenderness, and for the first time, there are no other things in his mind, he just simply enjoys the time between the two of them at this moment.

It wasn't until the hair dryer above her head stopped that Yan Hui woke up from the dazed state.

"I'll let you blow all my hair from now on." She half-jokingly said.

Ling Yue put away the hair dryer, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Of course, you can blow it for a lifetime."

Yan Hui's face was slightly reddened by this disguised love story, and she covered her face before continuing to talk about the business to Ling Yue: "What are you going to do about those developers who have already confirmed the use of inferior building materials?"

Speaking of this, Ling Yue's breath became cold: "Those people, let them have a good time for two days, and then clean up together!"

Even collecting evidence will take time. Being strong does not mean omnipotent. Many things that seem to be easily done do not know how many people's efforts are involved.

Thinking of those people, Yan Hui felt chilled and angry at the same time. She couldn't understand how many people would feel when they found out that the home they had spent all their savings in exchange for was of such quality.

Housing prices are getting higher and higher, and many people are trying their best just to have a shelter in this city, but this shelter has no value as it should, and has become a tool for unscrupulous businessmen to amass money.

"This kind of people should really let them taste the pain!" Yan Hui said angrily, it's best to let them taste what makes them feel the most pain.

Seeing Yan Hui's angry look, Ling Yue handed her a glass of water: "They committed suicide, and in the end they will have to suffer for themselves."

No, right now, in a meeting room of a certain hotel in Yecheng, there were several frowning developers.

One of the men with a shaved head and big ears was the first to lose his composure. He lit a cigarette and leaned heavily on the back of his chair: "What should I do? Come out with a charter?"

Sitting opposite him happened to be a thin middle-aged man, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, who looked more like a middle school teacher.

He pushed his glasses with a serious expression: "I always feel that things are not that simple."

Because of the existence of the Big Three in Yecheng, those small developers quietly hugged each other, notifying each other of any news, and discussing things together.

After all, it is really not an easy task to survive under the three mountains. The market competition is so fierce, if they are not united, they will not even be able to drink soup.

The fat man flicked the cigarette ash irritably, "I know there is something wrong with this, but what is going on here!"

The feeling of being blacked out was so bad that the fat man didn't even want to smoke. He wringed out the half of the cigarette, and turned his head to look at the person sitting in the main seat.

"Is someone trying to mess with us?" the fat man gritted his teeth.The flesh on his face was squeezed into one place, his eyes were narrowed, and he looked a bit fierce.

This fat man used to be a fighter, but by chance, he snatched a project from someone else, and then went ashore for nothing, and became the boss of the company.

However, the habits brought about by this background are still easy to be revealed at some times. When encountering problems, Fatty still can't help but think of the most direct and simple solution.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses frowned imperceptibly. This is what he disliked the most about fat people. His quack habits seemed to have taken root in him, and he had no quality at all.