lure her!Delicate and sweet wife is driven crazy by abstinent boss

Wen Yanqi put the phone on the table, and brought a medicine box to treat the wound on his hand.

His eyes fell on the chat box on the phone.

Little girl, I can't help being funny.

After sending a voice message, there was no reply.

I thought how brave she was.

Just as he was thinking about whether to coax him again, the doorbell rang.

The moment the door was opened, Wen Yanqi was surprised: "Why are you here?"

The tips of Zhao Danya's ears were slightly red, and she choked, "Didn't you ask me to come here?"

The last time she came out of the bar to pick up the car, she realized that Wen Yanqi's usual apartment was in the same neighborhood as hers.

Since he has kindly invited.

As a practical person, she naturally wanted to visit the house in person.

Wen Yanqi chuckled, "Really?"

She was bolder than expected.

Zhao Danya walked in the door on her own, and saw his injured right hand sharply.

He gasped for an instant.

Before Wen Yanqi could react, the girl's Qingmei face was already full of worry, and she held his hand and kept blowing.

There is only alcohol in the medicine box, so normal people should have some reactions to such disinfection.

However, Wen Yanqi didn't even blink his eyes, his eyes lightly fell on the girl who applied the medicine to him.

Zhao Danya wore a white dress tonight, her white and greasy skin was exposed, and her plump chest rose and fell with her shallow breathing.

Zhao Danya looked at his hands, which seemed to be very strong, with distress, and sighed sadly: "These hands are not for getting hurt!"

Wen Yanqi laughed lazily, "What is that for?"

Zhao Danya glanced at him: "Such a beautiful hand, it's a pity not to use it to grab the sheets..."

She covered her mouth and spoke her mind.

Wen Yanqi's eyes narrowed, and her eyes fell on her soft pink lips.

The girl bit the corner of the gauze with her white teeth, carefully wrapping up his wound.

The wound on the palm scratched by the glass was slightly itchy.

His throat rolled, "Do you usually flirt with others like this?"

Zhao Danya shook off the gauze twice, looking up with confused eyes.

Wen Yanqi pursed her lips, and recited the names of the artists who called her to open boxes in Ji Raoshen's bar: "Hua Zixuan, Bai Zhi, Mu Qi..."

Thinking of the ridiculously long list sent by his assistant, his heart was blocked.

Zhao Danya quickly tied his bandages with a bow, "I'm looking for them because I just like playing multiplayer games!"

multiplayer game?

There is a hint of danger in Wen Yanqi's peach blossom eyes, "What game?"

Only then did Zhao Danya come to her senses, and quickly explained: "Werewolf kills!"

"Really?" He laughed dangerously, and his suspicious eyes fell on her.

"It's true! Werewolf killing, you know, it's fun with more people!"

"Both Xiaoman and Beibei can testify!"

Wen Yanqi looked at the small bow thoughtfully, and the corners of her tensed lips loosened.

"Then what game do you want to play when you come to me?"

"Huh?" Zhao Danya looked up at him with a serious questioning look.

She raised her head in a low voice, her cold white face was stained with shame, and the tips of her ears were slightly hot, "If I'm talking to you, I want to play that kind of kissing and hugging game."

"It's the kind where I kiss you and you kiss me."

Seeing that he hadn't spoken, Zhao Danya had no choice but to yell, "You said you didn't just watch it! You let me kiss you, and I'll let you be shortlisted!"

The corners of Wen Yanqi's lips curled into a smile that was not a smile, "So, you want to rule me?"

The deep voice was numb in Zhao Danya's ears, very pleasant.

"But... can it be?" The girl blinked her eyes, her voice stuttering.

She didn't know what was wrong with herself.

Ever since she fought with Wen Yanqi all night, she has been obsessed with this man and has an itch in her heart.

Maybe it's because Wen Yanqi is better looking than the little fresh meat she's seen in Little Uncle's entertainment company before, with a good figure and good kung fu.

……

Zhao Danya stared at the crimson red wine in front of her eyes, and was distracted by the sound of running water in the bathroom.

That's the point of the talk, so where do you put it if you don't kiss her face!

But Wen Yanqi went directly to the bathroom to take a shower, and gave her an order to evict her in disguise.

What a bug!

The more Zhao Danya thought about it, the angrier she became.

The Buddha said that love and desire for others is like walking against the wind with a torch, and you must suffer from burning hands!

Wen Yanqi's hands are hurt like that, what if she burns her hands!

What's more, the whole Fu family believes in Christianity, so the Buddha can't control her Zhao Danya's affairs!

Zhao Danya angrily picked up the red wine bottle that Wen Yanqi hadn't put away.

Unable to find the wine glass, she simply blew on the bottle!

Emboldened!

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Wen Yanqi came out of the bathroom, thinking that Zhao Danya should leave, right?

Unexpectedly——

Before the dense water vapor dissipated, a soft body rushed into his arms in a haze.

The girl's fragrance wafted towards his face, and the sweet body fragrance collided with the clear smell of his body, making him take a breath.

Just now in the living room, when Zhao Danya treated his wound, he already smelled it.

Very fragrant, it is a fragrance that makes people want to greedy and plunder.

At this moment, the corners of the girl's eyes were red, and the eyes were full of hazy water, which was very glistening.

In fact, Zhao Danya's drinking capacity is very flexible, whether she gets drunk or not depends on her opening her mouth.

But Wen Yanqi was wearing dark gray home clothes with excellent texture, and her hand accidentally rested on the exposed position of his chest.

The hot and hard touch made the drunkenness even higher.

Soft hands fell on him, and Wen Yanqi's eyes became hard and unclear.

He took a step back, and the drunk girl pushed him against the edge of the washstand.

He was startled, and his dark and unpredictable eyes fell on her.

The girl's suspenders hung crookedly on her body, her cold white skin exuded an attractive shimmer under the incandescent lamp.

Zhao Danya's blurred vision depicted his beautiful lips, and his voice was low and soft, "Just a kiss, okay?"

Before he could react, the girl grabbed his collar with her small hands, forcing him to bend over and bow his head, and her warm lips, smelling of alcohol, pressed against her.

Because just after taking a bath, Wen Yanqi's lips still had a trace of coolness and moisture.

The clear breath is mixed with hormones.

It made her heart tremble.

Out of human instinctive desire, the tip of her tongue lightly traced the shape of his lips, and sucked awkwardly.

The smell of alcohol came from her mouth.

Wen Yanqi's breathing rhythm suddenly became disordered, and there was some emotion surging under his eyes.

In the steaming bathroom, only the thunderous heartbeat and the sound of sticky water remained.

Feeling her hand slipping from his chest restlessly, he recalled his thoughts, held her white arm forbearance, and pulled her away.

Holding her waist with big hands, she sat down on the washstand.

The cold touch on the buttocks brought back some sensations.

Zhao Danya trembled and raised her eyes, some confused eyes fell on him.

His extremely tense palm supported the washstand, and the other gauze-bound hand slowly slipped from her elegant swan neck.

The slightly rough friction caused a burst of red and tender millet on her neck.

The phalanx wearing the silver ring pinched her chin, and she could not bear the sound of a hoarse voice——

"Zhao Danya, I'm not interested in drunks."