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Chapter 612 How big is my dream, how big is my heart (2)

Facing Chi Yao's old hand, Ai Jiang felt a little nauseous, but she still sobbed quietly, bit her lower lip as she pretended to be timid, stood up and crawled into Chi Yao's arms. She tried little by little. Seeing that Chi Yao showed no sign of pushing her away, she felt relieved and put herself on him: "Mr. Chi, do you know that I have been thinking about you every day during this period..."

"Is that so? Do you think so? Show it quickly and let me see..." Chi Yaobian said, moving down his hand, then reaching into Ai Jiang's miniskirt.

Ai Jiang moaned softly as if she was pretending to be shy, and then she began to rub against Chi Yao's body intentionally or unintentionally, and the man couldn't help but start taking off her clothes...

Not long after, the private room became quiet. Ai Jiang, who had not enjoyed any feeling at all, deliberately pretended that she could not stand it. Looking at her appearance, Chi Yao patted her little face with great satisfaction and spoke with great accomplishment: "I will meet customers here later. You can clean up and leave first, and come to see me in the evening."

Ai Jiang nodded shyly, then kissed Chi Yao, picked up her clothes and put them on her body and left. After coming out of the club, Ai Jiang couldn't wait to stop a car and go home. She didn't even change her slippers, so she rushed into the bathroom and started scrubbing her body wildly.

After she put on shower gel three times, she leaned against the bathroom wall and finally stopped with water.

If it weren't for the old man Chi Yao, who was useful to her, she wouldn't have run over so humbly to coax him back!

She should have thought that this old man was a ruthless man. Look at his biological daughter, he could be sent to a mental hospital, not to mention her... Fortunately, the old man's biggest weakness is lust, and she happened to be young and had a bit of beauty...

No matter how humiliating she is now, she must endure it. As long as she grits her teeth and endures it, one day she will be able to return all this shame to Xia Wan'an!

She doesn't believe it... she will lose to Xia Wan'an all the time!



After lunch, I returned to the company. Xia Wan'an routinely stayed on the small sofa in the office and took a nap.

While she was sleeping happily, her office door was knocked.

Xia Wan'an raised her hand, covered her ears, and turned over on the small sofa.

The knock on the door was slow, so Xia Wan'an had to sit up lazily and speak with a sleepy mood: "Come in."

The office door was pushed open, and Chen Qingtian came in, "Good night, I heard that you would have lunch with an actress named Chen Wenwen at noon today?"

Xia Wan'an yawned: "Yes."

"You won't really want to invite Chen Wenwen as the spokesperson, right? She is not famous at all... The senior executives in the company will definitely not agree. If you do this, you will put yourself in a more passive situation..." Chen Qingtian said anxiously for a while. Seeing Xia Wan'an falling asleep again with a pillow, she couldn't help but walk forward and stretched out her hand and shook her shoulders: "Good night, when is it now? You are still sleeping. Are you heartbroken or have you dropped out?!"

Xia Wan'an, who was awakened by Chen Qingtian, smiled and replied: "The bigger my dream is, the bigger my heart is!"

Chen Qingtian: "..."

Xia Wan'an stretched out his hand and touched Chen Qingtian's face: "Okay, I know you are worrying for me for your own good, but don't worry, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge!"
Chapter completed!
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