YY8848高清私人影院

  Obviously still a senior student, but seeing Huo Yichen sitting in the office and handling affairs in an orderly manner, he didn\'t feel awkward at all.

  Not long ago, the people who were sitting in the library and studying together with a smile became the existence that can support the sky in a blink of an eye.

   "Are you full just watching me eat?" Huo Yichen\'s laughing voice brought back her wandering thoughts.

   "Huh?" Murong Qiao responded subconsciously.

   Then he realized that he hadn\'t moved his chopsticks for a long time, and finally came back to his senses.

  Murong Qiao took a bite of the steamed bun, "Do you understand how delicious it is?"

   Responding to Huo Yichen\'s ambiguous voice, which managed to get out of the deliciousness, Murong Qiao secretly lamented that the taste of this steamed bun was not bad.

  Bite the thin outer skin, and the delicious juice inside will overflow and touch the taste buds, and then burst out the deliciousness contained in the hot filling, making people feel happy immediately.

Murong Qiao, who couldn\'t stop taking one bite, decisively picked another one, but he ate it too fast, the juice in it overflowed from his mouth, dripped on the skirt of his clothes, and blurred on the pure white base material, making a particularly abrupt and ugly spot. trace.

  Huo Yichen hurriedly took out a piece of paper to help wipe it, but at this moment, Ye Zhen pushed the door and walked in.

   "..."

  Looking at the position where Huo Yichen stretched out his hand, Ye Zhen\'s mind went blank for a moment, and he even forgot what he wanted to say.

  Knowing that Murong Qiao was coming, Ye Zhen deliberately came here a little later, intending to report to Huo Yichen, but he didn\'t expect to bump into such a scene by accident.

   Coincidentally, he didn\'t hold the document, and the sound of falling instantly attracted Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen to look this way.

   For a moment, the three of them looked at each other, speechless for a long time.

  Is he...really not going to be fired?

   Ye Zhen only had this thought in his mind at the moment.

  When I met Huo Yichen\'s gaze, I wanted to cry, but I couldn\'t say anything. I didn\'t know how to explain that I didn\'t intentionally disturb the "good thing" of the two.

   "Just put the files here." Huo Yichen said.

  As long as the parties don\'t feel embarrassed, it\'s not a big problem.

  As if Ye Zhen was granted an amnesty, he quickly released the documents, but his appearance also reminded Huo Yichen of another thing.

  He flipped through his schedule, "Are you free today?"

   "Huh?" Murong Qiao made a doubtful voice.

  Since there was still food in his mouth, Murong Qiao had no choice but to nod in reply.

  In order to be able to accompany Huo Yichen all day, she is very sincere.

   After understanding Murong Qiao\'s reply, Huo Yichen raised his eyebrows, and there seemed to be some smiles in his eyes, as if he was happy.

   "That\'s good, go have dinner with me this afternoon?" Huo Yichen remembered Jiang Wenxu\'s invitation.

  Whether he really wants to talk about cooperation or not, taking Murong Qiao to dinner can also be a warning to the other party, take care of Jiang Weiyang.

  He believed that Jiang Wenxu would not ruin the cooperation with the Huo family just because of pampering his sister.

  Murong Qiao agreed without even asking.

   It\'s just pity for Jiang Weiyang, who is still trying on clothes at Jiang\'s house, not knowing what kind of dog food attack he will face in the afternoon.

   "Does this look good on me?" She stood in front of the mirror and turned around, "Actually, the one just now was also good..."

  The discourse is full of entanglements about choices.

   It\'s been a long time since I saw her. She needs to make a good impression on Huo Yichen.

  The red dress is flamboyant and beautiful, and it suits her very well at first glance, but will it be too abrupt?

  The blue one is also good-looking, and it is a must for modifying the figure...

  Jiang Weiyang is at war between heaven and man, and from time to time he has to ask the servants next to him, all his thoughts are on how to dress himself up, and he happily fantasizes about the scene of meeting Huo Yichen in the afternoon.

   "Miss, you naturally look the best in whatever you wear." The servant smiled and complimented her.

   But Jiang Weiyang probably didn\'t understand a truth.

  People are wrong, no matter how nicely dressed they are, they can\'t catch Huo Yichen\'s eyes.

  He only has one person in his heart, and he can only accommodate one person.

   At this time, this person was holding him down unscrupulously, forcing him to rest on the bed in the rest room.

   "Take a nap, or your dark circles will be worse." Murong Qiao pressed him half-forced.

  It is said to be a rest room, but in fact Ye Zhen is responsible for the purchase here, and it is more like a presidential suite. Except for the fact that it is not too luxurious, it is a good place to rest.

   Even extended the design of the floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing people to stand beside and overlook the beautiful scenery of the city.

   It\'s just that the owner here really doesn\'t care to appreciate it, and all his attention is focused on the person who is staring at him.

  Office breaks and loved ones get together, it is inevitable that people will not think about something during the slack moment.

  Murong Qiao looked at the silent Huo Yichen, and was thinking about why the other party didn\'t reply to her, the next second she felt a pulling force on her arm, and then she was brought to the bed.

  Suddenly, a warm breath came from the neck, and the hot breath sprayed on the porcelain white skin and auricles, stimulating a faint redness, causing itching to spread to the whole body.

   "A Chen?" Murong Qiao trembled slightly at this sound.

  Although, the office is too exciting.

  In an instant, countless pictures with colorful colors flashed across Murong Qiao\'s mind, coupled with Huo Yichen\'s face, his face flushed suddenly.

  Huo Yichen\'s funny voice sounded above her head, "What are you thinking?"

  He did know, but he asked the question so knowingly, and then saw Murong Qiao blushing in embarrassment, it was also special.

   "Cough." Murong Qiao coughed dryly.

  She turned her face away and didn\'t answer immediately, but quickly cleared all the weird thoughts in her mind.

   Fortunately, Huo Yichen didn\'t go too far, "You sleep with me for a while."

   It’s okay to tease a little bit, but it’s not fun if you tease too much.

  Knowing Murong Qiao\'s personality well, Huo Yichen accepted it as soon as he saw it, and stretched out his arm to put his arms around him, so he just closed his eyes and planned to take a nap.

  Murong Qiao gave a muffled hum, pricked up his ears and waited to hear that Huo Yichen\'s breathing was steady and seemed to have eased up, then he slowly raised his head and took a look.

   As a result, it happened to collide with Huo Yichen\'s eyes looking at her.

  ? Why do you still feint her?

   "If you are like this, then I may really not be sleepy." Huo Yichen said this time seriously.

   Murong Qiao\'s heart skipped a beat when he said this.

  Without thinking about it, she stretched out her hand to cover Huo Yichen\'s eyes, trying to cover up what she just peeked at by covering her ears and stealing the bell.

   "Sleep, sleep, sleep!"

  The yelling voices followed decisively.

   If you don’t sleep anymore, you may have to sleep differently.

   Murong Qiao really didn\'t look up this time, and buried herself in Huo Yichen\'s arms, not peeking at anything.

   It\'s just that she thought she would not be able to fall asleep, but in fact, within a few minutes, she lost consciousness in the familiar smell of agarwood, and her consciousness gradually sank into a dream.

  The quality of this sleep was unexpectedly high, even when Murong Qiao woke up, she was the only one left.

  The seat next to her was already vacant, and the quilt was carefully covered on her body. ,

  After realizing that she slept later than Huo Yichen, Murong Qiao sat up from the bed in frustration, rubbed her eyes and planned to find someone.

   There was a low voice of conversation outside, it sounded like it was Huo Yichen and Ye Zhen.