According to the laws of general gossip romance novels, at this time, there must be an evil soul trying to disturb the two people who are in love.

   And sure enough, just when his masculinity just touched her softness, there was a loud noise outside—

   "Why don't you let me in?" A man's arrogant and unruly voice sounded, carefree, like a brightly colored oil painting. Through a door panel, it was hazy and I couldn't hear clearly.

   "I'm sorry, the president is busy." Cheng Yaoyun's meek voice came, and it could be heard that he was holding back and deliberately lowered his voice.

   "Busy? What are you busy with? Could it be that he is pampering the little girl inside!" The man smiled wildly, not to mention, he just hit the bright spot.

  Leng Yunlin in the room immediately had black lines on his face. Damn, anyone can go to the CEO's office. Does he still have to work in the future?

  Although, this buddy's voice sounds a little familiar, maybe he really made an appointment. . . . . .

  Bewildered, he lowered his head slightly and looked at Mu Qingyu in front of him.

  Her eyelashes were raised slightly, revealing the wet pupils beneath them. Like a deer that has gone astray, it is so clear and agile that people can't help but approach it, go. . . . . . destroy!

  His little Leng Yunlin is already holding hands with her little Mu Qingyu, only one step away from being inseparable.

  He has endured it for a week, and he doesn't want to bear it anymore! Who is in charge of him? He also has to eat first!

  Thinking of this, he moved forward lightly, step by step slowly. . . . . . .

  Maybe it was because there were people outside, she seemed a little nervous, twisting from side to side, unwilling to let him succeed. Beads of sweat overflowed from Leng Yunlin's forehead, he stretched out his palm, pinched her waist fiercely, fixed her, and prevented her from doing bad things.

  She raised her eyes, just in time to bump into his eyes—his pupils, at this moment, looked unusually focused, unusually hot, as if, as far as the field of vision was concerned, there was only her, and only her.

  When she saw him, his cheeks suddenly flushed red. I don't know if it's because he was too anxious, or because of the external stimulation, or, it was just about to eat it to the edge of his mouth, the feeling of being overwhelmed.

  Besides, this feeling was even stronger because of being aroused by Mu Qingyu before.

   "Don't, don't move..." He stuttered a little when he spoke, which shows how bad Leng Yunlin's body and will are right now—on the brink of collapse!

  The more Mu Qingyu saw him like this, the more she wanted to play tricks. She moved closer on purpose, but failed to let him find the entrance. Immediately, she moved her little hand up his neck, touching the corner of his lips lightly, as if soothing a treasure of art—

   "Yunlin, you are so proactive!" The corners of her lips were slightly raised, like the bright sunshine in March, reflecting on the peach blossoms that were just in bloom.

  The corners of her eyes twitched, and a look of hesitation swept across his eyes in an instant. Her voice was soft, lazy, and seemed to be as cunning as a cat: "This is not like you—"

  Boom! —

  This last glance completely broke Leng Yunlin, his eyes were like a beast, red and bloodthirsty. The whole body is tense!

  He decided that no matter who came outside, let him have a full meal before talking!