Boss Ji's petite wife

When Wen Shurong heard Ji Hongye's words, he could no longer use surprise or surprise to describe his mood.

Leaving aside the value of those sports cars, Ji Hongye asked him if he likes racing cars last time, just for this reason?

"These are recommended by a friend, saying that young people like them. If you have other favorites, you can tell me, and I will ask them one by one."

"I like it very much!" Wen Shurong interrupted Ji Hongye, and took a step forward, "I like it very much, I like it very much! Really!"

Ji Hongye's words were interrupted, looking into Wen Shurong's bright eyes, knowing that the other party liked it, he closed his eyes and stopped talking, but he was very satisfied, at least it was worth the effort he put in.

Seeing that Ji Hongye lowered his eyes and stopped talking, and didn't know what the other party was thinking, Wen Shurong walked towards the other party's table again.

"Ji Hongye... Let me ask you a question..." Wen Shurong spoke again.

Ji Hongye looked up, looked at Wen Shurong, and motioned for him to ask.

"Just, just the project in the suburbs of Beijing, you didn't give it to others, did you?" Wen Shurong's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Ji Hongye frowned suddenly, looked into Wen Shurong's eyes, and answered coldly after a long while: "No."

Wen Shurong felt relieved, Ji Hongye didn't give away the project in the suburbs of Beijing, but Fu Wenxuan didn't get the news either, that is to say, Ji Hongye deliberately hung Fu Wenxuan.

Wen Shurong was overjoyed, it coincided with his thoughts.

At this time, Wen Shurong completely forgot that after he was drunk that night, he talked about Fu Wenxuan beating him, so he only thought that he and Ji Hongye had a common heart.

"Is there anything else?" Ji Hongye put together a piece of information under his hand and put it aside, looking up.

Wen Shurong staggered a bit, but spoke anyway.

"That's right, isn't it your birthday? Have you sent out all the invitations?"

Wen Shurong finally asked what he had been thinking about all day.

Ji Hongye was stunned for a moment, his eyes were obviously full of astonishment, he didn't expect that Wen Shurong would remember his birthday.

"No, I'm not going to have a birthday party."

When Ji Hongye spoke, he didn't lie, he never liked such troublesome things.

"Ah?" Wen Shurong blinked, Ji Hongye didn't plan to do it?

It shouldn't be. Didn't we do it in the last life?Why is this life different?

Could it be that Ji Hongye didn't want him to go?Wen Shurong frowned, if the other party really didn't want him to go, wouldn't it be in vain for him to be so active in preparing gifts.

"Why, have you prepared a gift?"

Ji Hong's ambition moved, and he looked into Wen Shurong's eyes with a trace of exploration.

"Of course, you must prepare presents for your birthday..." Wen Shurong pouted, with a confident expression on his face.

"What is it?" Ji Hongye asked again.

"Just—" Wen Shurong was taken aback, that's wrong, "How can I say it now, I won't be surprised after I say it! I want to send you off on the same day!"

Ji Hongye paused for a moment, and there really was. He thought that when he heard Shurong said there was just now, he just followed his words.

"Two days ago, I heard Hongyan mention something casually, saying that the old house wants to do something big for me."

Ji Hongye seemed to speak casually, but of course he didn't agree with it, but he didn't say it.

After all, he knows his mother well, and if he wants to make a big deal at this time, there must be messy arrangements, but if Wen Shurong wants to go...

"Really?" Wen Shurong's eyes lit up.

"Well, the invitation letter should have been sent out." Ji Hongye nodded.

Wen Shurong was very happy at first, but when he heard Ji Hongye's words, he felt depressed and sent them out, but without him?

He looked in Ji Hongye's direction, stared eagerly, and shouted in his heart: Look at me, look at me, I want to go too, I just said that I prepared a gift!How could it be without my share!

After a long while, Ji Hongye seemed to finally see the eagerness in Wen Shurong's eyes, and said, "You will come with me when the time comes."

Wen Shurong waited for a while, then quickly approached the desk, leaned over and looked at Ji Hongye, "Really? I'll go with you? Will others misunderstand?"

"What's the misunderstanding?" Ji Hongye looked up at the person who suddenly approached.

"Just...we..." Wen Shurong didn't think about words.

Ji Hongye raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to pinch Wen Shurong's chin. He slightly pulled forward, and a tobacco-smelling kiss fell on Wen Shurong's lips.

"I wish they misunderstood."

Ji Hongye let go of the book, with a soft taste remaining on his lips, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wen Shurong now finds that he is becoming less and less flirtatious, and he also dislikes Ji Hongye's smile more and more. To him, it is like taking drugs, an addiction.

The touch on the lips is still there, and even Ji Hongye's stubble just bit into him, and his chin is a little itchy.

The slightly prickly touch spread from the bottom of his lips all the way to his heart, making his legs a little weak.

Coupled with the fact that Ji Hongye said this in a deep voice, Wen Shurong's cheeks blushed unconsciously.

He looked at Ji Hongye's face, which was close at hand, and kept his eyes fixed on his slightly stubbled chin.

Wen Shurong moved forward in a strange way, Ji Hongye sat on the chair, behind the table, and he was lying on the table, his position was low.

With his movements, the tip of his nose directly touched Ji Hongye's chin.

The slightly itchy tingling sensation spread to the nose, and Wen Shurong shrank back a bit.

This little action made Ji Hongye's heart itch, and the tip of his tongue slightly pressed against his upper jaw, and he said, "Come here."

His voice was very low and deep, and as soon as he opened his mouth, all his breath fell on Wen Shurong's face.

Wen Shurong froze for a moment, didn't understand what the other party meant, just thought he was going to lean forward, so he raised his head, and moved his body forward again. The desk was wide, and now his entire upper body was lying on the table.

Seeing the other party's forward movement, Ji Hongye narrowed his eyes, Wen Shurong's lips brushed against his lips, and the soft lips stimulated his last trace of reason.

Suddenly, Ji Hongye stood up from the soft chair, Wen Shurong froze for a moment, raised his head, and before he understood what the other party wanted to do, the other party walked around the table to the front.

Wen Shurong was just about to stand up when he saw this, but he felt someone pressing down on his back, and he fell flat on the table again.

Ji Hongye pressed down behind Wen Shurong's back, leaned close to Wen Shurong's red earlobe, and his dry lips seemed to touch him.

"Wen Shurong, did you do it on purpose?"

Ji Hongye's voice had become hoarse at this time, because he was so close, all his breath sprayed on Wen Shurong's cheeks and ears.

Wen Shurong was close to the table at this moment, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, his whole cheeks burned up.

But he didn't push Ji Hongye away, and...and he was so damn expectant.

Ji Hongye thought, did he want to be in this kind of place...that?

When Wen Shurong thought of what was going to happen next, his whole body became a little hot.

"Ji Hongye... I don't have it" Wen Shurong said subconsciously.

"No?" Ji Hongye paused.

"No... yes, yes..."

Wen Shurong hummed and chirped.

Ji Hongye's breath was unsteady, and Wen Shurong's gesture of "refusing but welcoming" was too obvious, and it was difficult for him not to understand.

"It's here?" Ji Hongye was suddenly not in a hurry at this moment, and Wen Shurong, who was teasing before the entrance, felt hot all over, and that taste was even better.

When Wen Shurong heard Ji Hongye's words, he couldn't even lift his head up, and sat on the table sullenly, the small piece of the table under his cheek was fogged by the hot air he exhaled.

"Ok?"

Ji Hongye was unwilling to let the other party go like this, so he stretched out a hand, raised Wen Shurong's chin, and approached the other party to ask.

"Ji Hongye...don't, don't ask"

Wen Shurong felt ashamed, thought about it but was too embarrassed to say it, the corners of her eyes were forced to turn red.

Maybe the place is different this time, so while Wen Shurong was looking forward to it, his shame surged.

"Don't want to answer? Then my husband won't ask."

The more Ji Hongye teased, the more addicted he became, his hands were disheveled into the opponent's clothes, and he said unhurriedly.

Wen Shurong's mind was buzzing when he heard Ji Hongye's voice this time, and even his feet were a little unsteady on tiptoe...

He was able to shout out before because he was huddled under the quilt and couldn't see Ji Hongye, and... At that time, only the warm light was turned on in the bedroom, but now the study room is brightly lit...

Ji Hongye lowered his head, looked at Wen Shurong's expression, convinced that the other party was just shy and had no repulsive emotions, so he hugged the other party's waist and turned him over on the table.

"Hey, Rong Rong, call out to husband, I want to hear..."

Ji Hongye looked into Wen Shurong's eyes, his voice was low, with a hint of hoarseness, his lips fell on Wen Shurong's forehead, and his stubble rubbed against the tip of Wen Shurong's nose.

That voice made Wen Shurong soften his waist at the same moment, and at the same time he turned his head away, "Old, hubby"

Ji Hongye's heart beat like thunder when he heard the other party's voice as low as a mosquito humming.

The next moment, overwhelming kisses fell on Wen Shurong.

Wen Shurong has always been looking forward to this kind of thing but lacks the energy. In one night, he tossed from the study to the bedroom.

After Ji Hongye had enough food, Wen Shurong was already exhausted, and he couldn't even lift his fingers, and finally fell asleep when Ji Hongye was holding him in the shower.

When Ji Hongye put Wen Shurong under the quilt, it was already late at night, he hugged her into his arms, bowed his head and kissed the other person's blushing forehead.

Although this little heartless thing is always so angry that he wants to kill someone at certain times, but the other party has the ability to coax him into knowing nothing.

"That's you..." Ji Hongye's voice was very soft.

The next day.

When Wen Shurong woke up, the sun was already high.

Wen Shurong opened his sore eyelids, feeling dizzy, and his body seemed to be falling apart.

The feeling on her body was so clear that Wen Shurong had to recall her bold behavior last night.

Wen Shurong struggled to get out of the quilt, he was already covered with pajamas.

Looking at the empty room, did Ji Hongye go to the company again?

Da, the door opened.

"Wake up, are you hungry?" At this time, the person Wen Shurong thought had gone to the company appeared at the door.

"Ji Hongye, you didn't leave?" Wen Shurong's eyes lit up.

Looking at Wen Shurong's appearance, Ji Hongye said softly, "I'm your man, not a prostitute."