The vicious female supporting role is being protected by the villain boss

This sour plum soup is so delicious.

Shen Qiqi didn't pay attention for a moment. When she realized what she was doing, she had already drank two-thirds of it.

Well, a big five hundred milliliter cup.

"Well..." She looked at the cup awkwardly, "I'm almost finished..."

Tan Moting cleared the table and came over. Seeing the cup in her hand, he wanted to tease her and asked in surprise: "Is this all left?"

"I'm sorry..." Shen Qiqi didn't dare to look into his eyes.

Tan Moting sat on the sofa, took the cup in her hand, and put the half cup of sour plum soup aside, "Do you still want to drink it?"

Shen Qiqi bit the inside of his lip gently and shook his head.

She thought, she was just too embarrassed to drink anymore.

Tan Moting shook his shoulders and chuckled: "Tell me, how can you compensate me?"

He stared intensely at Shen Qiqi's red face.

Shen Qiqi stumbled and said: "How about, how about asking Sister Wang to give you another drink?"

Tan Moting lowered his gaze from her wet eyes to her bright red lips, "Actually, I don't want to drink it, but now I think about it."

Tan Moting raised his hand, held Shen Qiqi's chin to make her look directly at him, and then kissed her without hesitation.

Her lips were soft, with a hint of sweet and sour taste, which complemented the scent of rose water on her body and was intoxicating.

He pried open her lips and teeth without any effort, and after entering, he spared no effort to plunder the moisture, oxygen and sweetness from her mouth.

The slender and powerful fingers pressed against her waist at some point and slid upwards along the waistline, like bursts of electricity running through her skin. The fresh and strange touch made her whole body tremble slightly.

Feeling the changes in her body, Shen Qiqi subconsciously wanted to push him away, but the instigator did not let her succeed. His hand reached into her clothes.

There was sweat on his forehead and the tip of his nose, and his ears and neck were slightly red. He said in a seductive tone: "Please cooperate, or I will really lose control."

"Out of control?" Shen Qiqi may be a little short of oxygen, and instinctively wants to break out of the confinement, "Do you want to see what you are like now? You are out of control. If you continue, you will be really crazy!"

He smiled and pressed her into the sofa: "That's because I never lost control in front of you, because I couldn't bear to leave." The dream didn't count.

What kind of unreasonable statement is this? She was so shocked that she couldn't speak. It took her a long time to formulate a rebuttal: "Aren't you in front of me now?"

Tan Moting unbuttoned a few buttons: "Don't be afraid, I won't really go crazy."

The kiss fell again, from lips to neck to chest.

Thank God, before her rationality completely disappeared, she pushed him away: "No, not here."

He raised his eyebrows, and in an instant, complex emotions such as joy, expectation, and success were suppressed and squeezed out from between his teeth: "Let's talk about it when we go home."

Those peach blossom eyes were like clear pool water on both sides, clearly reflecting her own confused face.

Shen Qiqi, who realized that he had been calculated, couldn't help but become angry.

It turned out that he was waiting for her to compromise here, and she didn't have anything to eat or drink, so why could he shamelessly take this kind of thing in exchange for her casual words of compensation?

It's crazy, even though they're going crazy now.

"Just because you like this kind of...intimate contact doesn't mean I like it too."

"What kind of intimate contact?" He sneered, "Shen Qiqi, don't think about it. I only want to have sex with you because I love you."

Fortunately, he was in his lounge now and he had an important meeting in the afternoon, so this absurdity could not continue.

But Tan Moting had no intention of letting her go. He pressed her on the sofa and kissed her again and again.

He leaned over and kissed her: "Be good, I just want to kiss you."

There was a trace of anger in her blurred eyes, how could he do this? Are all men stupid because of their lust?

But gradually, she seemed to be greedy for this kind of intimacy. When he kissed her, it was as if she was the only treasure in the world, the only rose on the little prince's planet, and the person he truly cherished in the world.

She couldn't help but reached out and hugged him: "Tan Moting, it was you who taught me bad things..." He was so bad that he went crazy, never ending, and lost all reason.

Fortunately, he didn't really go crazy. After the robbery, he left her contentedly, "This compensation is to be continued."

She sat up on the sofa and glared at Tan Moting: "You are a Teddy, right?" Treating her like a cookie, chewing on it, it was too much.

"That's right. Everything you said is right." He reached out to help her fix her hair, but she knocked his hand off, "I'll do it myself."

Tan Moting stood up and arranged his clothes. He glanced awkwardly at the physical changes caused by physiological reactions. He walked into the bedroom. There was a single bathroom in the bedroom. It was difficult to deal with it without taking a shower.

Shen Qiqi spent a few minutes arranging her clothes and hair, only to realize that Tan Moting was missing. There was a faint sound of water coming from the bedroom. She got up and walked over, opening the bedroom door.

The bedroom visually measures ten square meters, with a single bed, two wardrobes and shoe racks. Beyond that is the bathroom, with Tan Moting's figure reflected on the frosted glass door.

Shen Qiqi took a breath. It turned out that he had really let her go. Otherwise, there was a bed and a bathroom here. It seemed reasonable for him to execute her on the spot. Thinking of this, her face quickly heated up.

"How long will it take if I don't leave now?" When this thought came to her mind, she had already walked to the door of the living room. Looking back at the bedroom, she always felt that leaving like this seemed inappropriate.

Glancing at the pen and paper on the desk at the door, Shen Qiqi had an idea and used one of the ancient communication methods to write a message: [There will be a meeting in the afternoon, I will leave first].

Concise and concise.

She was forced to leave such a convenient communication method as a mobile phone and use such a convenient method as a message note.

After writing, she found Tan Moting's cell phone on the sofa and pressed the paper on the sofa with his cell phone.

Then, he left the office building as if he was fleeing, and quickly came to the president's exclusive elevator room.

After the elevator arrived, Shen Qiqi was about to walk in, but found two people shouting: "Wait a minute!"

She turned around and saw two women in professional skirts. One was in her twenties and the other was about forty years old. At first glance, they looked like well-maintained and educated women. They could appear on the floor of Tan Moting's lounge. , probably an executive of Tan's chaebol.

She reached out and pressed the pause button, waiting for the two beauties to come over. After they entered the elevator, Shen Qiqi walked in.

The visitors were Zhang Zhen, the vice president of the investment department, and Li Mengqin, the vice president of the pharmaceutical department. They were sizing up Shen Qiqi from a distance.

After entering the elevator, Shen Qiqi gave the two of them an awkward but polite smile. Zhang Zhen felt that the young beauty in front of her looked familiar, and Li Mengqin also felt that she had seen this person somewhere.

The two looked at each other, but they couldn't remember.

"Beauty, which company are you from and what are you doing at Tan's?" Zhang Zhen had a professional smile on her face.