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All this was seen by the man behind the potted plant in the distance. As the door slammed shut, the man hid the camera in his bag and walked towards the outside of the hotel among the crowd.

On the way back to the car.

"Okay, I understand. Send it to my office at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning." After hearing this, Song Hengjue said to the person on the other side of the phone and hung up the phone.

"You still have work to do so late?" Yang Qingheng was woken up at some point and looked up from his arms in confusion.

"It's a small matter," Song Hengjue pressed his thin lips to her forehead. Seeing that the driver in front of him didn't notice them, he coughed dryly and whispered in Yang Qingheng's ear, "You said you didn't regret what you said this morning, right?"

"I keep my word," Yang Qingheng's beautiful eyes flashed, and she patted him on the shoulder boldly, opened the door and got out of the car, "Let's go, I'll treat you to the hotel today."

The tips of Song Hengjue's ears were reddish, and his eyes were wandering, but he kept pace.

Gee, I've been married for so many years and I haven't seen anything like this before. Why does this man act like an innocent virgin?

Yang Qingheng looked at the back of Song Hengjue's head, feeling handsome no matter how he looked at it.

The tenacious touch still existed in the palm of his hand, and sparks crackled all the way, directly reaching the apex of Yang Qingheng's heart, and he felt his whole body heat up.

"Watch what I do." Song Hengjue glared at Yang Qingheng fiercely, but he didn't know that he now perfectly interpreted an idiom - fierce in appearance but soft in heart.

Only Song Hengjue knew how hot his neck was at this moment. Yang Qingheng's gaze made him feel like he was a stripped male model in front of her, like a plate of dishes being served to the table. Shame and anger took over his reason, and his whole mind Everything started to get chaotic.

"Tsk, you can't even look at it. Sir, you have such a good face, why are you so stingy?" Yang Qingheng saw the elevator door closing and became unscrupulous. Her soft fingertips wrapped around him and scratched him. palm, "Not like my boyfriend."

The cat-like strength was more like seduction than scratching. Song Hengjue's lower abdomen tightened, and his dark eyes were like an abyss, but there was only room for her figure: "Oh? How is your boyfriend different from me? ?”

Yang Qingheng's eyes rolled and she chuckled. His tie was wrapped around her hand a few times, and with a strong tug, the man's handsome face was forced down in front of her.

"My boyfriend..."

The last few words were too low to be heard, but Song Hengjue captured them accurately. There was a bang in his head, and big fireworks bloomed. His teeth tightened, and he suddenly pressed Yang Qingheng against the elevator wall. His eyes were so hot that they lost all their heat.

"Yang Qingheng, you'd better bear it!"

"Then work hard." Yang Qingheng was not afraid at all, and took him out of the elevator by pulling on his tie.

Song Hengjue's voice was dry and hoarse. He stepped forward quickly, hugged Yang Qingheng's legs, lifted him on his shoulders, and opened the door.

He didn't even have any patience. Before he could turn on the light, the darkness pressed him against the door.

The clear breath forcefully penetrated Yang Qingheng's lips and tongue, with a strong possessive desire. He kept kissing her until her eyes were blurred and she couldn't breathe smoothly, and then the man was willing to give her a little breather.

The man's hard tendons made Yang Qingheng uncomfortable. She pushed his arm and said funnyly: "You don't want to go to my hotel. If you insist on coming here, I want to see what good things are here. Turn on the light." ”

Song Hengjue's Adam's apple rolled, and the next second, the dark room became as bright as day.

The most eye-catching thing is the large mirror in the room, which is several meters wide and can almost take in the entire bed.

Yang Qingheng's calm expression collapsed after seeing the furnishings in the room clearly. Her cheeks were so hot that she could fry an egg. Her hands and feet were trembling and she hurriedly grabbed the doorknob. She gritted her teeth and said, "You're a pervert. I won't play anymore. I want to go home."

However, before he could open it, his body was picked up and thrown on the bed.

"Don't think about it!"

The man seemed to have turned into a tireless farm cow overnight. Yang Qingheng felt that his waist was about to fall apart, and sweat flowed into his eyes, reflecting the broken light.

"Open your eyes and take a good look." As soon as her eyes closed, a hand behind her forcefully grabbed her chin and faced the mirror.

"……asshole."

Song Hengjue chuckled and pressed his warm palm on her delicate belly: "I still have the energy to curse, it seems I'm not sleepy yet."

Yang Qingheng took a breath of air.

…………

"Get up and take a shower, otherwise you won't feel well tomorrow morning." Song Hengjue's satisfied face slowly came closer, and his cool thin lips pressed against Yang Qingheng's forehead, almost piously.

The woman on the bed rolled up into a ball with the quilt, her damp face flushed with a blush like sunset. She opened her eyes drowsily, slapped him on the face for the last time, and fell asleep again.

Song Hengjue was not embarrassed by the light force. Instead, he stared at her beautiful face for two seconds and then placed a delicate kiss on her lips.

"If you really don't get up, I'll keep kissing you until you get up?"

"It's annoying, it's so annoying." Yang Qingheng was so annoyed by his harassment that she muttered to herself, unable to open her eyes. She didn't know whether she was scolding him or talking in her sleep.

Song Hengjue's heart almost melted when he saw her cute appearance. He hugged her and went into the bathroom. It was funny: "I hate this, I hate that, so what do you like?"

The woman muttered.

Song Hengjue almost thought he was hallucinating, and suddenly approached: "What?"

"Is it okay if I like you?"

This time he heard clearly, and his mind exploded with a bang. Song Hengjue had never felt his heart beat so fast before. His Adam's apple rolled, he was in disbelief and uneasy, and his voice trembled: "Yang Qingheng, who am I? "

"Song Gou." Yang Qingheng was so annoyed that he lost his temper. He kept asking questions about where his retardation came from, and refused to let anyone sleep.

Song Hengjue was scolded, but there was no anger in his heart. If Yang Qingheng wasn't still in his arms, he would have jumped on the spot for fear of throwing her.

Yang Qingheng said she liked him?

Yang Qingheng actually likes him!

Even though he knew that this woman had feelings for him, hearing it with his own ears was still different. Song Hengjue felt that he was so happy that he was about to die.

They kissed Yang Qingheng fiercely, and almost missed the gunfire. If Yang Qingheng hadn't stopped him in time, the two of them would have rolled onto the bed again.

Early the next morning, as soon as Yang Qingheng opened her eyes, she saw Song Hengjue's surprisingly bright eyes. She felt frightened and subconsciously stepped back: "Why are you so crazy so early in the morning?"