Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

Looking at her graceful figure, Si Pan'er said silently in her heart, what a natural beauty.

My brother has an unparalleled straight-man vision.

Song Weiyi was surrounded by a crowd of people, and Qiao Zhichu was just standing at the outermost layer, her eyes fixed on him.

Perhaps it was because her gaze was too direct and without any flickering, Song Weiyi raised his head slightly and looked in her direction.

Song Weiyi was not surprised to see her appear here.

After a brief second of eye contact, he looked away as if nothing had happened.

But, who among those present is not a shrewd person?

Therefore, even though Song Weiyi only looked at Qiao Zhichu for a second, it attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing that others were also looking at her, Qiao Zhichu raised her foot and walked towards him.

The crowd spontaneously made way for a path.

"Boss Song," Qiao Zhichu stood in front of him, "It feels like a long time since we last met. How many long times have we last seen each other?"

Song Weiyi stared at her red lips opening and closing.

I kind of want to kiss her.

He had tasted this flavor before, hmm... it was somewhat addictive, sweet.

"Two days, if I remember correctly," he replied. "Is that right?"

"Mr. Song is not a forgetful person."

Song Weiyi's eyes slightly lowered, then raised again, back to her eyes, and praised in a low voice: "This skirt is nice."

"He's even nicer."

As she spoke, Qiao Zhichu took two steps forward, and the hem of her white skirt was already fitting in with his trousers.

She clinked glasses with him without caring about anything else: "Do you want to talk in public or in private?"

Song Wei also responded: "It's up to you."

"Let's do it in private." Qiao Zhichu smiled charmingly, "I'm outspoken. If I say something, I'll have to trouble Si's public relations department and have them work overtime overnight."

"I've guessed everything you can say." He looked into her eyes, "It's nothing more than sleeping with her."

"This trick is very useful, Song Weiyi."

He also laughed, but his expression didn't seem to be joking: "Wait until I sleep with a few more women, Qiao Zhichu, and you will be nothing."

Qiao Zhichu bit her lower lip, feeling a little nervous.

However, she raised her hand and touched Song Weiyi's collar: "Impossible. I am the only woman you have."

Ambiguity and affection surge between the two people.

Their eyes met, Qiao Zhichu couldn't understand the emotions in Song Weiyi's eyes.

Maybe she never understood him.

Song Weiyi's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly raised his hands to wrap around her slender waist, pulling her towards him, and said loudly, "Sorry, I have to leave you first."

In public, he hugged her and walked to an empty corner.

Song Weiyi's hand was like a branding iron, wrapped around her waist. Her skirt was made of thin white gauze, and she could vaguely feel the lines on his fingertips.

"You still prefer to settle it privately." Qiao Zhichu said, "Are you afraid that I will say something without restraint?"

"I know what you want."

"Give it to me then."

Song Weiyi narrowed his eyes: "Why should I give it to you? Huh?"

"You provoked Chen Yuanyuan. All this happened because of you." Qiao Zhichu said confidently, "Shouldn't you be held responsible for this?"

"What you mean by responsible is calling yourself my girlfriend?"

She stood on tiptoe, raised her head and moved closer to him: "Song Weiyi, then tell me what our relationship is. Next time... I will tell others your exact words."

Exhale like a orchid.

I don’t know where the fragrance on her body comes from, it is elegant and fresh, like the scent of flowers, but it is particularly fragrant.