Drifting Towards You

In fact, she didn't blame Su Zhiguo, she even understood him very well.

Just like his own notoriety in his previous life, although he always scolded her and even knew how to do it, he actually asked a lot of people for her secretly, asking all the producers and directors he could recognize.

Su Yufei is not doing well now, presumably he is the same.

This is probably being a parent.

Su Xiangwan didn't wait too long before Mu Beiting pushed the door in.

Su Xiangwan glanced at him and couldn't help but said, "What about every year?"

"Let Shangwen bring it to my mother." Mu Beiting said in a deep voice.

"For...Um..."

Before he could ask, Su Xiangwan was picked up by him and put it on the desk.

His thin lips immediately pressed her lips hard, sucking and biting greedily.

He squeezed between her legs, and took off her clothes with his big hands, a bit eagerly.

"Mu Beiting...well..."

He licked and kissed her earlobe, and the tip of his tongue circled the little soft flesh repeatedly, as if holding a pearl, playing with it in his mouth.

The damp and hot softness made Su Xiangwan shudder, trying to push him away: "Don't...this...this is the office."

He hadn't finished speaking, but he was swallowed up.

The kiss was deep and violent, like a hungry wolf that had been suppressed for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, he got up slightly, and with his big hands, she tore her jacket to pieces.

The black underwear was exposed to the ambiguous air, and it seemed a lot larger than the original size.

His eyes were gloomy, he followed her delicate chin and kissed her neck, and kissed down a little bit: "I can't wait."

Su Xiangwan breathed slightly, his little hand resting on his chest, but he didn't have any strength at all.

He licked and kissed her very comfortable, hot and humid and soft.

She closed her eyes involuntarily, wrapped his neck and gradually responded.

Mu Beiting was a little anxious, and took off her pants.

Regardless of her shame, he took possession of her body severely.

Su Xiangwan made a sound, flushing on his face.

It was very dark and the office lights were off.

Outside the large floor-to-ceiling window on the left, the lights were dazzling.

The office is very quiet, only the woman's panting, and some kind of shameful sound.

After Mu Beiting begged her fiercely once, his movements became softer.

He played with her hair with big hands, looked directly at her with his black eyes down slightly, and said with a hoarse voice: "I just had a meeting, and all I was thinking about was how to do you."

Su Xiangwan breathed very hard, his chest was violently ups and downs, and his eyes were silky.

She raised her little hand to cover his mouth, and said in shame: "Don't say it."

He chuckles, his eyes are more evil than usual, and he kisses the palm of her hand: "Don't like it?"

Su Xiangwan's little hand was taken off by him. She sat on the table, leaning on his shoulder, panting and not speaking.

He kissed her neck and said hoarsely: "Why do you always walk so close to Shen Zhou?"

Su Xiangwan grieved: "How can I... I never see each other once a month."

"How many times do you want to see." He was dissatisfied and grabbed her thigh with his big hand, a little harder.

"Um... it hurts." Su Xiangwan shook his arm fiercely.

He chuckled and whispered: "I really want to break your leg."

Su Xiangwan ignored him and leaned on his shoulder, but felt sweet.

Probably if he is with the one he loves, all his nasty things will turn into sweetness.

But in the next second, Su Xiangwan didn't think so.

Mu Beiting squeezed her ankle all the way and put it on the side of the table, letting her again and her shameful posture in front of him.