Chapter 39: Successful male X provoked female (eight)

The space in the car was small, and the two of them were panting breathlessly. Although the weather was cold, warm wind turned on and a thin layer of sweat appeared on their bodies. Closely clinging together, a bit tired.
Cen Simiao pressed his chin against his chest, rested with his eyes closed, felt the hands on his back, and slowly slid down. She looked up, her charming look in her eyes had not faded, and her voice was lazy: "Are you not fun?"
Qiu Xiejie groped.
She lowered her head and bit her chest. There was a slap on the buttocks, nothing was separated, the meat was close to the meat, and the sound was particularly crisp.
Qiu Xiejie was on her head, and she was so annoyed that she stimulated him instead. The car couldn't stop for a while and a half.
When this car came, it was specially designed to be transported by people. It was more convenient to think about where to go to do business. Unexpectedly used on this.
Cen Simiao snorted.
He raised his eyebrow. Isn't that also work, what's wrong.
In a blink of an eye, when Cen Simiao was packing up in the room, she bent over and looked at the contents of the suitcase. Qiu Xiejie took Coca-Cola, walked over for fun, and held her shoulders: "Has my luggage been packed?"
One of the clothes was too slippery and wrinkled several times. Cen Simiao was impatient and threw it in. When she got off the plane, she took it to iron.
Qiu Xiejie didn't wait for a reply, and glanced down. She immediately frowned, which was too frantic. She was about to close the suitcase, hold it up, take out her clothes, throw them on the bed and refold.
"You are so rough."
The tone was ridiculous and undisguised. Cen Simao didn't answer, and raised a brow: "Are you sure you want me to pack my luggage?"
Qiu Xiejie's clothes became obedient, without any wrinkles, and the material was smooth. Hold it steadily, put it in the suitcase, and put it in her ear: "I've been ruined by you, and you can drop in your luggage."
Cen Simiao went to stab him. What's the name? With a lot of energy, Qiu Xiejie glanced at her and patted the hand on his arm without any pity.
The back of the hand turned red.
She pursed her lips without rubbing her head and rubbing her ears. He listened carefully. After a while, there were no people around her, and her brows frowned. Qiu Xiejie turned her back on her, looked for the coat from her closet, turned her hands, Holding a towel in her, she threw it at her.
"Fill me with this, as well as toiletries, remember to put it away."
After talking, took a sip of coffee.
Especially leisurely.
Yes, she admires it. Cen Simiao held the towel in his hand, forbeared it, and heard him mumble and hurry up, or else he missed the time.
She came over, Qiu Xiejie hadn't responded yet, the coffee cup in her hand was taken away, she almost got her clothes on, and her eyes widened.
Just preparing to get angry, Cen Simiao froze, "What do you want to say?"
What he wanted to say was stuck, his expression changed between his eyebrows, and he whistled at her: "You are free."
For several hours on the plane, Cen Simiao dragged her suitcase home, and Qiu Xiejie went straight to the company, leaving her alone. Fortunately, there was no traffic congestion on the road, and after a few minutes, I entered the house.
Cen Simiao took off her high heels, and her feet were too tired. She left her suitcase casually and lay down on the sofa. She suddenly felt weak.
Not much effort, squinting asleep.
Waking up again, the room was dark, the moon outside was rising, but it was a little dark, almost invisible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She was still a little confused, and unconsciously clasped her arms, her body was not covered, and it was cold.
The bag was still on his hands, yawning, and felt the phone out of it, thinking that there should be a miss.
Unlock.
The screen was a bit dazzling, and she subconsciously swiped up to see the missed reminder.
empty.
Cen Simiao was not sober at this moment, and frowned for a moment before realizing that there was nothing. She pursed her lips, tossed her phone aside, and never looked again.
Sixty percent favorability, can it be fake?
Turning on the light, Cen Simiao went to the refrigerator to get a drink. After leaving for so many days, the open snack was opened and it should be thrown away. Taking a sip, it was cold from the throat to the stomach.
The head was a little dull and energetic.
Suddenly the phone rang and the text message sounded. She drank two more sips, then ran to the sofa with a drink can, picked up her phone, and Qiu Xiejie sent it.
Still, the favorability is not all fake.
When I opened it, I was suffocated.
Cen Simiao stared at this sentence for a long time, bit her tongue, and returned a "OK".
Then there was no news from the opposite.
When Ji Wen returned, he was so exhausted and tired, even worse than when Cen Simiao first entered the house. He was also in a very bad mood. He originally thought that he could use this opportunity to persuade President Qi to that business, but he didn't know what was going on. He said he was hesitant.
Cen Simiao went to give him bath water, and then hung up his coat with a very gentle attitude.
The bathroom door closed.
Her expression changed immediately, and she took the mobile phone out of her pocket and went directly to the total number of Qi. In the middle of the night, she nestled in the room and swiped her fingertips across the number.
Still didn't dial out.
Patience waited for a few days, Qiu Xiejie still did not move there, since the call back, except for the text message, never contacted again.
Cen Simiao took the initiative to come to the door.
He was lying on the sofa and sleeping, his face was sleepy and he opened the door, his hair was messed up, and he was surprised to see her appearing, "Why are you here?"
The table was clean and there were no scattered documents. She put her bag down and looked up: "Well, come and see. Are you still busy?"
Qiu Xiejie lay back on the sofa again, his eyes were particularly sour, staring at the ceiling, and his ears were filled with what Cen Simiao said.
I was really busy a few days ago, and it has been a lot better lately, otherwise I would n’t rest at home. He whispered, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Cen Simiao was sitting aside, he was extremely cold, and occasionally agreed to tell her to hear. Cen Simiao bit her tongue, and she guessed she was right.
Qiu Jiejie just committed the old problem and turned his face away.
If you want to stay awake at all times, even if you are tired and crooked, you have to push your thighs hard and tell yourself that you can't get involved with her.
Cen Simiao feels tired for him.
Stand up and go to the refrigerator to get Coke. It feels cold and just opened. Qiu Qiejie sat up on the sofa, frowning, she took a sip, and said unhappyly: "On such a cold day, I still drink cold drinks. Have you got a cold? . "
Cen Simiao froze for a while, then reacted, what he said was the cold at the beach.
Bending the corners of her lips, her eyes were heavy, and she turned her head, just about to speak, and heard the door ring. Meng Wei stood at the door with the cooked meal, her cheeks were reddish, and it should have been blown by the wind.
She had a light tone, and since entering, she hasn't broken the smile on her face except when she sees Cen Simiao.
"Boss, you have a taste. I know you have been very busy lately, and it's hard to take a rest at home. It's definitely not good to eat. I deliberately prepared it and brought it to you."
Suddenly, I looked up at Cen Simiao and smiled even more sweetly: "It should be the favorite, but it may be wrong. My sister helped me to see. Is it his favorite?"
Qiu Xiejie has eaten with chopsticks.
She glanced at it, and it tasted delicious: "I don't know what he likes to eat."
There was a smile in Meng Yan's eyes.
Then he heard: "I only know that he is less human in bed."
Qiu Xiejie suddenly choked, coughed a few times, his eyes were full of smiles, could not bear it. He glanced at Cen Simiao and said nothing.
Meng Yan's face was all black.
After a while, the two talked about work again. Qiu Xiejie ate something in her mouth and listened carefully to Meng Xun's speech. Cen Simiao stayed aside as if she were a transparent person.
She stood up: "Then I'll go first."
Qiu Xiejie paused and raised his eyes: "Cheng, slow down the road."
Meng pursed her lips and quickly took the stubble to draw Qiu Xiejie's attention back. When Cen Simiao closed the door, he didn't notice anyone leaving.
At the gate of the residential area, Cen Simiao felt the cell phone and dialed the phone.
There was a doubt in his voice: "Hello, who is it?"
Cen Simiao stared at the passing vehicle, her eyes flickering: "General Qi."
She heard her voice at once, and her voice became much more polite, and she said hello, and she was especially considerate: "What are you looking for? Is there anything I can help you with?"
She said as she walked, she seemed a little embarrassed: "Is Jie beside you, he has been too busy lately, and I can't find him. I thought I might talk with you."
Mr. Qi paused for a while, and was particularly uncomfortable listening to it. After a few words, he hung up. After a while, my heart became more and more itchy, thinking of Cen Simiao's appearance, I felt uncomfortable.
Who is she with now? Don't lie to him.
For the past few days, Qiu Xiejie's business was completely cleared up. General Qi's attitude was loosened, and he seemed to have a cooperative intention. He was in a very good mood.
Suddenly remembered, Cen Simiao hadn't contacted for a long time.
Put on her home clothes, feel at ease, call her: "Where is it?"
Cen Simiao stared at the office building in front, thinking that it was time for President Qi to come down. Hearing the voice inside, he casually answered, "At home."
As soon as the words fell, the car whistle sounded particularly loud.
Qiu Xiejie raised his eyebrows over there: "When is your house's sound insulation so bad?"
Cen Simiao softened her voice, with some coquettish meaning, especially hooking people: "Do you miss me?"
His eyes darkened, his jaw tightened, and his throat moved. "Come to my house."
She narrowed her eyes, and a person came out in the office building, gradually becoming clear. Mr. Qi looked like a curvy lip, "I don't want you."
The call is then hung up.
Her words, soft and charming, Qiu Qiejie, who had been provoked to anger, suddenly became more uncomfortable. He stared up at him, and frowned to unfasten the belt buckle.
Cen Simiao held coffee in her hand, pretending to look at her mobile phone, her eyebrows were displeased, and her mouth murmured, "I have always ignored me if I have the ability."
I didn't see the road under my feet, and ran into it instantly.
Coffee spilled over him.
Mr. Qi frowned instantly, raised his eyes, and frowned. It was said that she was invited to dinner, but Cen Simiao didn't seem to respond and refused again and again, lest she could avoid it.
Finally, even the words of spending money with his clothes were spoken, and he could not wait to get rid of him quickly.
The energy in General Qi was immediately hooked.
After a while, Cen Simiao left, went to the cake shop to buy food, and was in a very good mood. Suddenly the phone rang, Qiu Xiejie called over, his mouth was particularly uncomfortable, and there was something lazy.
Absolutely nothing good.
She raised an eyebrow: "I won't tell you, Ji Wen is going home for dinner tonight. I need to prepare well."
Qiu Xiejie's originally smiling lips, paused, and thought this sentence several times in her heart, a little uncomfortable, and her mouth had already said: "Success, don't delay you to be a good wife and mother, but don't show your stuff."
Cen Simao was unexpectedly obedient: "No, I have a real relationship with him."
He tensed his chin, glanced at the phone, hung up and tossed, and squeezed his lips.
For the past few days, there was news from President Qi, and he took the initiative to ask him to come out to discuss business. Qiu Xiejie had a twelve-point mental response and had a very good chat.
But just don't get into the subject.
Qiu Xiejie was patient, knowing that this matter could not be rushed, and he spoke well for a while, and Qi held a cigarette in his hand, took a breath, and opened his eyes.
Suddenly the conversation turned: "How did you see the guy next to you last time?"
Qiu Xiejie stunned for a moment, his complexion changed, and a smirk drew from his lips: "Still the same, I'm tired of everything and everything anyway."
Mr. Qi nodded his head and bombarded the ashes: "That's a good girl, so cherish it."
He raised his eyebrow and just prepared to answer. President Qi extinguished the cigarette directly and leaned on the chair with a strange tone: "She is precious and worth a business."
Qiu Xiejie's eyes were sharp.
Mr. Qi didn't panic, bending his lips: "Do you understand what I mean?"