Chapter 477: 490 In my eyes you are the future! 11
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Passionate Devotion
- An Ying
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- 2021-03-03 11:03:42
Chapter 477, 490 In my eyes, you are the future! 11
Someone opened the door of the office for him, and he walked in.
Secretary Yu offered the coffee he had prepared with both hands. Leng Yejin drank most of the cup to wake up his brain. After a weary trip to the sofa, his eyebrows were slightly closed, and he saw a beautiful shadow sitting on his office chair and beckoned.
"come."
Tong Lu calmed his anger, walked to him lightly, saw his eyebrows condensed, went around his head, and pressed his temples with two fingers. The technique is not professional, but it is considerate and languid. His expression relaxed immediately and let her massage.
Next, Secretary Yu respectfully stated several key issues that need to be resolved in the next meeting, but her voice was interrupted by Tong Lu.
"Why is it so hot? You have a fever again?"
Tong Lu exclaimed, her hand pressed against his forehead, the burning sensation was extremely strong, she quickly moved away, and her voice became nervous and worried: "Why do you have a fever again? With such a bad physique, you have to have meetings all night at night, how can your body eat well? "
"It's okay, what is all the fuss about, continue to massage you." Leng Ye gave Secretary Yu a look, "Go on."
Tong Lu frowned and didn't dare to bother him to listen to business. The distress in her eyes was too strong to go away. Her heart felt like being pierced by a needle. While gently massaging his temples, she wondered if he had any Have taken anti-fever medicine.
But she understood that his physique was different from that of ordinary people, and that antipyretics didn't work for him. Forcing him to take it several times before, it didn't help at all. I really don't know what kind of body he is?
Say he is non-human. People have fathers and mothers. They look no different from ordinary people. Say he is a normal person. He has just opened the plug to the sky!
In just ten minutes, in the blink of an eye.
Someone outside knocked on the door and called him. Leng Ye stood up and drank the remaining half cup of coffee. She tilted her head to look at Tong Lu. Her slender eyelashes printed a dark shadow under the light. Leng Ye thought about it. Shaking down, she raised her hand to stroke her anxious little face, her eyes deep as the sea.
"worry about me?"
"Can't we meet again tomorrow? Must be so tight? You need to rest."
"Pursuing politics in his place, go to sleep when sleepy, there is no need to stay in the office to stay up late with me."
He trapped her here all day, but didn’t want her to go to dinner with Yin Zhan. He pressed her on the back of the head, pecked her lips fiercely, and released her: "Go to the lounge and continue sleeping. go with!"
Tong Lu’s heartbeat speeded up instantly, and she subconsciously glanced at Secretary Yu, who had no change in her expression. His cheeks were flushed. The man gnawed at her unscrupulously in front of others after he had a fever. He stared at him with annoyance, but he looked at the tiredness between his eyebrows. Distressed again.
She whispered: "What can I do for you?"
Leng Ye pointed to his left cheek, with obvious intentions, to refresh himself with a kiss.
"..." Tong Lu flushed red and pushed him away, her face was not as thick as his.
Leng Yejin’s lips curled in a disappointing arc. Where did the female hooligan during the day go?
Didn't it mean that there is no place on his body that she hasn't touched?
Raised her hand very uncomfortably, the palm fell on her hip, with a "pop", the action was ambiguous and sultry, and she immediately walked out and strode out.
Tong Lu's ears were hot and she bit her lip to catch up: "Hey."
Leng Ye paused for a while, stopped looking back, and swept away the danger: "What do you call me?"
"..."
Leng Yejin strode back and pinched her jaw: "Call it again and try again!"
Tong Lu pushed his hand away, and suddenly stood on her toes, her red lips in front of Secretary Yu's face, and Chun Xin was sproutingly printed on his side face, shy and touching: "Don't be too tired."
(End of this chapter)