Ji Changmu held her face patiently, gently rubbed and pressed her chin with his fingertips, and whispered: "I don't come here often, so I didn't prepare anything."

Qiao Muyuan knew what he was talking about, and refused to obey. She insisted on pulling him to sink together, and put her small hands around someone's strong waist.

The fabric of the trousers was soft and smooth, and Qiao Muyuan's hands moved in an incoherent manner: "Ji Changmu, I'm on a safe date."

The little girl's voice was low and hoarse, and the water in her eyes could be squeezed out, with a bit of emotion and sinking. She wanted to be seduced by him to this extent.

"No, do you know..."

"I don't know, I don't know!" Qiao Muyuan's rebellious temper came back, "Are there any men like you? Reasoning with women in bed. Ji Changmu, you are really not a man. Aren't you just afraid of accidents? You will have a baby when you get pregnant.

Come down, why are you so timid and afraid of taking responsibility? If you do this again, I will suspect that you did it on purpose and did not want to fulfill your obligations as a husband."

"Qiao Muyuan, you are really good." Ji Changmu laughed angrily at her arrogant little mouth, and she made a lot of nonsense. In the end, the responsibility fell entirely on him, "Wait a minute."

Ji Changmu got off the bed, dressed neatly, and called his secretary.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Muyuan realized what he was doing. His face turned red and he wanted to bury himself under the quilt!

"Ji Changmu! Why do you let your secretary do such a thing?!"

Ji Changmu raised his eyebrows: "Are you scared now? Didn't you just say that I don't want to fulfill my obligations as a husband?"

"Ji Changmu, you are so shameless!" Qiao Muyuan never expected that he would call his secretary directly.

"What's the point?" Ji Changmu disagreed.

Not long after, the door to the president's office rang, and Ji Changmu walked out of the lounge.

Qiao Muyuan buried himself in the quilt, his cheeks were red and his body was hot.

She heard a man's voice, luckily it was a male secretary, Ji Changmu seemed to have some sense of propriety.

The male secretary did not stay for long and left the president's office immediately after more than ten seconds.

Ji Changmu took the things, returned to the lounge, and reached out to turn off the wall lamp.

The curtains were airtight and extremely light-blocking, plunging the entire lounge into darkness.

The drunk and well-fed man had endless energy, and Qiao Muyuan's small mouth could no longer say anything, leaving only a whimpering sound.

Of course, Qiao Muyuan has always been satisfied with Ji Changmu in this regard.

…

It was only after three o'clock in the afternoon that Ji Changmu took Qiao Muyuan away from the hotel.

He drove the car himself, and Qiao Muyuan sat in the passenger seat, his waist still a little sore.

Hot air blows in from the window, filled with the fragrance of plants, the sky is clean, and the air is comfortable.

A variety of tropical plants are planted in the artificial rainforest area, which is so green that no one will notice that it is still winter.

Ji Changmu led her up the cobblestone road. There were very few tourists today, and there was only the two of them for a long way.

Qiao Muyuan's legs were sore, and he originally wanted to act coquettishly and let Ji Changmu carry him, but he was afraid that his body wouldn't be able to bear it, so he didn't dare to say this. After all, he had just undergone major surgery last year.

But when he thought about how much energy he had in bed, he felt angry. Whenever that happened, he liked to compete with her and never give in.

Qiao Muyuan's little hand was held by Ji Changmu. His generous palm was warm and dry, and he gently rubbed her little hand, giving her enough sense of security.
Chapter completed!