Sweet!The boss in the Beijing circle seduces and pets the gentle and soft little fairy

It was Qin Weizhao's turn to play.

Cen Yu was already sitting in the concert hall.

With a hollow design, he sat on the seat on the second floor that was built in the air.

The posture is dignified, restrained and dignified.

Amid the applause, the girl bowed gracefully.

Under the surrounding lights of the concert hall.

The girl wears Wusi high up, and the pearl headdress surrounds her hair.

The smooth forehead is full, and the delicate eyebrows are as moving as a porcelain doll.

One-shoulder tube top style, layered gauze piled up the skirt, shimmering down, bringing fine stars.

Like a proud princess.

She takes a seat.

Cheerful piano sounds flowed out from the tender white fingertips, echoing throughout the hall.

The track is Hungarian Rhapsody No. [-].

Free and cheerful, free and unrestrained.

The girl was immersed in it, her fingers danced nimbly, and the black and white keys transformed into silky tunes.

Cen Yu stretched out his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his phoenix eyes were dim, and paranoia flashed across his eyes.

trying to lock her up,

on the piano,

The ultimate lingering with him.

Her voice should be better than this.

……

Completion.

The applause in the hall continued for a long time.

Amidst the uproar, Qin Weizhao stood in front of the stage, looking straight at the man sitting upstairs.

eye contact.

She evoked a bright smile, almond eyes curved.

He seemed to be hit.

Heart swaying.

For a long time, he restrained himself and closed his eyes, suppressing the crazy thoughts in his heart.

The phone vibrated, and Qin Weizhao sent a message.

【I'm going to change clothes first. 】

[Shall we have dinner together? 】

Cen Yu lowered his eyes and typed: [Okay. 】

He stared at the page, and the words "the other party is typing" were displayed for a long time.

He raised a little interest and waited patiently.

[Go to Danlin Hotel? 】

The news of Qin Weizhao finally came.

The temptation of the girl in the text is obvious.

His expression was calm and indifferent, and it was not difficult to guess what she wanted to do.

He often lives in Danlin's Presidential Apartment, and the intention of going there for dinner is too strong.

[I just think the chef there is pretty good. 】

Want to cover up.

Cen Yu drew an arc lightly, and the gold-rimmed glasses covered the gloom that flashed across his eyes.

【it is good. 】

He never refuses her teasing, and accepts them all.

He stood up dignifiedly, buttoned his coat with one hand, and walked out, receiving the courtesy with every gesture.

Assistant Zhang followed closely behind.

As soon as he left the door, Cen Yu stopped in his tracks and ordered: "I will send you a menu in a while, order according to the contact above, and deliver it directly to me."

"She ordered the dishes from Anhui's private kitchen. She doesn't like Chef Danlin."

"Okay." Assistant Zhang responded.

……

At the entrance of the Grand Theater, a black Bentley quietly dormant under the night.

After Qin Weizhao changed her clothes, she trotted out happily, and the Bentley turned on the lights to signal. Her almond eyes lit up, and she came bouncing over, her little face full of joy.

The car door opened, and the girl deftly got into the back seat of the car.

"Uncle Cen!"

Cen Yu opened his closed eyes and looked at her with a gentle smile, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I want to have dinner with you." Qin Weizhao leaned over to him.

The eagerness in the girl's eyes was not concealed, and Cen Yu was very pleased, he raised his hand and pinched her soft cheek.

Qin Weizhao took advantage of the situation and tilted his head to rub against it lightly, suddenly becoming ambiguous.

She obviously felt the fingers on her cheeks froze for a moment, and she was a little proud, and her pink lips raised a sly arc.

Cen Yu closed his eyes, slid his fingers from the side of his face, pinched her earlobe backwards, and fiddled with her, like teasing a child.

A warm voice sounded meaningful: "Zhao Zhao, it's the third time."

Once it was skin-to-skin contact in the changing room,

Once a bold look at the concert hall,

This is the third time.

He didn't want to bear it anymore.

But Qin Weizhao was completely puzzled by this sentence, "What third time?"

Cen Yu withdrew his hand, his expression normal, "It's nothing, you don't need to know."

-

Danlin Hotel Presidential Suite.

Qin Weizhao originally thought that he would take him to the restaurant, but he didn't expect to drag her directly to the presidential suite.

I was secretly happy.

The staff has already prepared the meals.

Qin Weizhao glanced casually, paused his gaze, and joked casually: "Danlin has finally changed his chef, he feels like the chef who poached the dishes from Anhui's private kitchen."

Cen Yu had already taken off his jacket, his fingertips were hooked on the bow tie, and was about to untie it.

Hearing this, looking at the eyes that she obviously liked, satisfaction stretched out from his heart.

Qin Weizhao rolled his eyes, and suddenly said, "How about we open a bottle of wine?"

The lenses of the gold-rimmed glasses flashed, and Cen Yu said, "Okay."

She was a little surprised. He used to restrict her drinking, but today he agreed so happily?

It doesn't matter, as long as you can drink it.

Whoever gets drunk, she earns.

If it wasn't for her being able to take advantage of her, or for her to be taken care of by him, it would be all right.

Cen Yu went to the side wine cabinet to open a bottle of wine, and took two square glasses from the cabinet.

The amber liquid gurgled down into the wine glass, and Cen Yu's eyes kept secret.

Qin Weizhao took the lead to pick up the chopsticks, took a bite and asked, "Uncle Cen, when are you going back to the capital?"

Cen Yu's etiquette was impeccable, dignified and elegant, and he said slowly, "Together with you."

"What about your job here?"

"ended."

In fact, Cen Yu's work in Yuncheng has ended long ago, just to accompany Qin Weizhao, a lot of work is done online, and the headquarters in Beijing has been a bit miserable recently.

Qin Weizhao chatted with him casually.

Cen Yu didn't show the slightest bit of impatience, and responded to every sentence with gentleness and patience.

She invited him to drink glass by glass, and he took it all.

gradually,

Qin Weizhao's vision began to blur, and double images gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

In his last consciousness, he only saw Cen Yu staring at her for a moment, slowly taking off his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes filled with madness like a trapped animal.

Feeling drunk, she closed her eyes, her head tilted uncontrollably, and finally fell into a big warm palm.

Feeling the warmth in his hands, Cen Yu slowly squatted down, staring at her blushing face.

"Zhao Zhao."

In the soft murmur, there is a strong possessive desire.

With his arms through the crooks of his knees, he took the man in his arms and strode into his bedroom.

Putting the girl gently on the bed, he knelt on the bed with one knee, bowed his waist, and brushed the broken hair in front of her to one place.

He looked at her deeply.

Qin Weizhao has always lived freely and recklessly, with a clear distinction between love and hate.

And him, very different.

Under his father's almost perverted desire to control, he grew up step by step according to the established route. He has no personality, no preferences, and lives like a puppet.

Such a lively Qin Weizhao broke into his gloomy and boring life, and naturally forced out all his possessiveness and paranoia.

Cutting off her freedom, imprisoning her, and possessing her are his obsessions in midnight dreams.

But that only rationality made him so distressed that he didn't want to treat her like this. This kind of contradictory emotion tortured his mind year after year.

Desires do not increase but decrease.

Today, especially strong.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, eyelids, and cheeks lightly.

He raised his head slightly, staring at her red lips.

After a while, Wen Liang's mask was ripped off, and the kiss came surging.

Grind, suck. Suck.

Arrive, sweep.

Inch by inch, everywhere, gradually rough.

The sound of water can be clearly heard in the silent and dark room.

The unconscious girl suffers from a violent storm.

"Zhao Zhao, do you like me, do you like my goodness in disguise, or the complete me."

"Would you be afraid of me like this?"

In the end, the tall man knelt on one knee, holding the girl's hand and pressing it to his forehead, in a gesture of complete surrender.

The moonlight fell, and the tiny light did not reach the humble prisoner in the house.