Is Master Lu jealous today?

"What's the matter?" Lu Jiyuan leaned against the back of the office chair, his eyes lingering on Sheng Wantang without a trace.

I have to say that without other people around, she is still very pleasing to the eye.

"Are you... finished with work?" Sheng Wantang asked after hesitating for half a second.

Lu Jiyuan didn't speak, but the expression on his face meant that he had something to say.

"...Then you are busy." Sheng Wantang planned to leave first and come to Lu Jiyuan later.

She backed off a little.

Just as she turned around, the man suddenly said, "I'm done."

What's the matter, tell me.

It was written on his face.

Don't you want to go back to your bedroom when you're done?Sheng Wantang murmured in her heart.

After thinking about it, Lu Jiyuan probably didn't want to let her into his bedroom either, right?

"Crack!" A sound.

Sheng Wantang closed the door of the study with his backhand, causing Lu Jiyuan to raise his eyebrows slightly.

He waited impatiently to see what she would do.

The woman looked at him without blinking, and walked towards him with a calm expression. She looked carefully, but she couldn't hide the tension in her eyes.

As Sheng Wantang walked towards Lu Jiyuan, he put his hand on the belt of the bathrobe.

She licked her lips, feeling so nervous that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

As a man, the premonition of some things is a subconscious instinct.What's more, Lu Jiyuan has never been short of women to throw himself into his arms.

He saw her intentions immediately.

But did not stop.

Instead, he waited quietly for her.

There is even a trace of naughty interest and expectation in my heart.

The floor was covered with expensive Persian rugs, and the belt of the bathrobe fell silently.

Almost at the first second, the woman's bathrobe fell to the ground.

The alder fruit is exposed in that exquisite figure.

White is as white as snow.

Delicacy is the delicacy of Shengci.

The neck is as long as a swan, the waist is as thin as a willow, he can wrap it around with one hand, and those long legs... even the toenails are round and crystal clear.

Every inch of her body seems to be the best masterpiece of God, perfect to the extreme, challenging people's visual senses and...a man's primitive desire.

"Sheng Wantang, what do you mean?" Lu Jiyuan looked calm.

Only he himself knew that there was a strange sense of thirst in his throat.

He was used to turning on the air conditioner to 22 degrees, Sheng Wantang felt a little cold.

She walked forward pretending to be calm, and stopped in front of the man's desk.

She put one hand on the expensive golden nanmu table and corrected him: "Mr. Lu, I am here as Mrs. Lu."

With a slight movement of her body, the softness of the remaining fabric will produce strong visual fluctuations.

In just a second, Lu Jiyuan walked around the desk and came to Sheng Wantang's side, clasped the waist of the person, and leaned forward——

Sheng Wantang's upper body was forced to lie on the desk.

She felt a chill from the skin on her back, as if... his pen?

"Here? Huh?" he asked.

The man leaned very close, his hot breath spread over her face, and his breath could be felt in every pore.

Even his breath carried an oppressive force.

Sheng Wantang subconsciously wanted to look away, but held back.

"If you like being here, of course you can."

For the sake of her initiative, Lu Jiyuan gave her another chance: "Are you sure?"

"Go, go to the bedroom!" Sheng Wantang changed his words immediately.

She didn't think the study room was unacceptable, but for the first time... the study room was a bit unacceptable.

So exciting.

To a certain extent, the bed can bring people a sense of security.

Lu Jiyuan laughed softly.

Sure enough, he is a duplicity little liar!

"what!"

Sheng Wantang only felt his body lighten, and was hugged by Lu Jiyuan.

"Clothes, clothes!" Sheng Wantang hooked his neck with one hand, and wanted to grab his bathrobe with the other to put it on.

There is still a distance from the study to the bedroom.

Lu Jiyuan didn't care much, "No one dares to look at it."

None of the servants went up to the second floor without his order.

"Clothes! My clothes!"

What if someone sees it!

Is this a question of whether others dare to look at it!

Does this man have no shame?

Lu Jiyuan picked up the coat he had taken off, wrapped Sheng Wantang in his arms, and went out with his arms in his arms.

Sheng Wantang grabbed the fabric of his chest, with visible tension on his face.

It's like doing something bad for fear of being caught.

When she saw that he had arrived in her room, she didn't intend to stop, and asked, "Go, go to your bedroom?"

"Are you going to your room?"

The disgust on the man's face was beyond words.

Sheng Wantang's second bedroom is still a guest room, so it can't be compared with Lu Jiyuan's master bedroom.

"I thought you wouldn't want others to enter your room." Sheng Wantang lowered her eyes, and then noticed that the man's white shirt was actually patterned with jacquard patterns, and even the buttons on the shirt were mother-of-pearl.

He showed low-key luxury to the fullest.

Lu Jiyuan seemed to have heard some joke, and gently tossed the person in his arms upwards.

Suddenly losing weight, Sheng Wantang was so startled that she instinctively hugged Lu Jiyuan's neck tightly: "Hey!"

A man's low voice came from his ear, as if he was laughing under his throat, with a little joy.

Sheng Wantang wondered if he heard it wrong.

"Mrs. Lu, you have been in my room." Lu Jiyuan reminded her, "You have also slept in my bed."

When she was drunk and insane.

Sheng Wantang felt ashamed and regretful when she thought of this incident.

Drinking harms people!

Lu Jiyuan's bed was so big that Sheng Wantang was almost thrown onto it directly.

The elasticity of Simmons made her feel no pain, and the next second, the man was already covering her.

The tall body blocked the light from the ceiling.

What enveloped her changed from his coat to her shadow.

"nervous?"

It was the first time Lu Jiyuan saw Sheng Wantang like this, so he asked casually with interest.

Sheng Wantang has never seen what other men look like in bed, but based on the experience of watching various domestic and foreign love movies and TV dramas, a normal man is definitely not Lu Jiyuan's funny pet look!

One is calm and the other is nervous and cowering, making her look weak.

The more Sheng Wantang thought about it, the more annoyed she became, her head became hot, she supported the bed with one hand, and hooked Lu Jiyuan's neck with the other hand, and kissed him proactively.

Still saying: "Who is nervous?"

The man was stunned for a short moment, and then without giving Sheng Wantang a chance to react, he counterattacked and blocked her lips that wanted to speak hard, as well as her escape route.

Men's body temperature is naturally higher than women's.

Every time he touched a place, Sheng Wantang felt strange trembling, timidity and shame in his heart.

However, such emotions were quickly overwhelmed by his aggressive kiss.

Sheng Wantang's brain was like a paste, unable to think at all.

But she was so competitive that she still subconsciously took off his clothes, wanting to be faster than him.

Millions of watches were randomly thrown on the ground by her.

"Bang!" There was a sound.