I like money, but God likes me

In Yan Lianqing's impression, she now relies entirely on money to keep people, and she must rely on work to support the screenwriter.

She stood by the bed for a while, looking at the little editor who was sleeping soundly. She felt very satisfied.

Su Yue slept for a long time, but she still opened her eyes in a daze before the debris came to wake her up.

Because she had just woken up, she lay in bed in a daze.

The female CEO who had just returned from the meeting saw no one in the office and remembered that the screenwriter was still taking a nap in the lounge.

When I arrived in the lounge, I saw the screenwriter looking at the ceiling with his eyes open, as if he was lying on the bed and didn't want to move.

Although the environment was unfamiliar, she knew that Shard would not harm her. This should be a place that Shard was familiar with.

Sure enough, after being in such a daze for a while, I heard the sound of the door opening. When I turned my head, I saw the fragment's figure appeared at the door.

The suit on the other party was still very strict and neat, with an inexplicable sense of abstinence.

Such fragments made me really want to take off her clothes.

Of course, this can only be thought of. If she is too crazy, the other person might be scared away by her.

Yan Lianqing closed the door and silently approached her. Seeing that she had just woken up and was still a little confused, she simply took the opportunity to kiss her.

The zipper of the screenwriter's jacket was unzipped at some point, exposing the skin around her collarbone.

It was obviously no different from normal people's skin, but she just felt that she was bewitched inexplicably.

Moving down a little along the collar, the slightly bulging chest kept rising and falling. Yan Lianqing's eyes were dim, and her hand had already lifted the hem of her shirt and got in and slowly touched it.

The person below him snorted unbearably, and his heart seemed to be scratched twice by a kitten's paw.

The ambiguous atmosphere gradually thickened, and just when it was getting out of hand and moving in an indescribable direction, Yan Lianqing stopped her movements abruptly.

Su Yong, who was still immersed in lust, thought that the other party would continue, but she stopped, stopped...

Su Yue: "..."

No, is this intentional?

If you flirt with her and then suddenly stop, you're just teasing her.

The other party's lips were red, slightly open and panting. It was obvious that she wanted him too much now.

Su Yue, who was so pampered and didn't want to wrong herself, simply pulled the other party's clothes pitifully.

The person who felt her movements glanced at the hand holding her clothes, but her breath had calmed down a lot at this time.

Shard kissed her lips twice with a helpless expression, and then coaxed:

"This is not a suitable place. Let's continue after we go home."

Yan Lianqing noticed that after hearing her words, the screenwriter's eyes widened in anger, with a bit of disbelief.

It seems that you have made me angry and you still want to go back and continue? How do you think it's so beautiful?

She raised the corners of her lips and smiled softly, and when she straightened up, she gently pinched her cheeks twice.

The soft touch is really nice, and I even feel like I can't put it down.

But after all, she had made someone angry, and she had to coax her back. She didn't want to make it more difficult for herself.

Seeing the little screenwriter's dissatisfied look, she patiently helped her put her clothes in order, then changed herself and brought a wet towel from the bathroom to wipe her face.

After making sure that the other person didn't have the red-cheeked, glaring look on his face after being bullied by her, she felt relieved that the other person would go out with her.

At this time, the secretary stood at the door of the office and waited for a while. When there was no response, a bunch of yellow waste popped up in his mind.

After all, the office is such a stimulating place, and coupled with the relationship between the two people inside, it feels like this situation is still possible.

As I was thinking about my secretary, I started to sigh in my heart, rich people still know how to play.