Xi Qingchuan’s grandmother was hospitalized, and his phone couldn’t get through, so I had to go to his company to find him.
His glamorous female secretary stopped me in a flustered expression: “Miss Xiao, I’m sorry, you still have to wait a bit, our president is not convenient at the moment.”
“He is taking a shower?” It should be Xi Qingchuan’s instruction. We are obviously married, but the people under his hands have always called me Miss Xiao.
Grandma was admitted to the hospital with a sudden heart attack. No one should just see Xi Qingchuan. What if I don’t find him?
Pushing aside the glamorous female secretary, she pushed the door straight ahead before knocking on the door and walked in. Behind her was the voice of the female secretary anxiously changing the tone.
“Miss Xiao, President, I…”
Is the female secretary’s reaction a bit big? What shameful things can Xi Qingchuan do in the office?
However, but, but…
When I saw the scene on the sofa in front of me, I took the sentence back.
What kind of fragrant and weird picture is in front of me?
On the sofa, two tall men lay on the sofa in a way of stacking arhats.
Xi Qingchuan is underneath, his upper body is breasted, his back muscles are coveted, and his pants have faded to the point where mosaics are necessary, and the tattoo on his left hip is exposed. I can’t see the pattern of the tattoo. But he saw clearly that there was a hand stroking his right hip.
And I also know the person lying on him, his handsome, gentle and innocent personal assistant, Boyu.
Oh oh oh, I seem to have discovered an incredible thing.
The two people on the sofa heard the movement and quickly got up from the sofa.
When Boyu saw me, his handsome face immediately blushed from the neck to the top of his head.
Xi Qingchuan also got up from the sofa, first lifted his pants, then took up the shirt on the back of the chair and put it on, then squinted at me from his hair.
My legs were weak in an instant, and I didn’t know what my guilty conscience was. It was obviously his secret that was broken by me.
“President, I can’t stop it.” The female secretary cried, and Bai Yu blushed and brushed past me.
Those who know the current affairs are junjies, and I hurriedly followed them around and wanted to escape.
However, I heard footsteps coming from behind, with one hand clasping my wrist, and pulling me into his arms with a little force.
Bumping against his hard bread-like chest muscles, my heart almost popped out of his forehead.
At this moment, my language system is completely paralyzed, and my words cannot be coherent at all.
“I don’t see anything, I won’t say anything, I will definitely help you keep this secret.”
Suddenly his hand was placed on my back waist, and his palm was hot like an iron hitting me.
“What’s the secret?” He grinned sharply.
“Uh, I will not discriminate against you. Sexual orientation, like men or women, is all right…”
Suddenly my body was suspended, he picked it up and threw it on the sofa.
He was pressing on me, it is hard for me to not remember the way Bai Yu was pressing on him just now.
His shirt still doesn’t have buttons. I not only see full chest muscles, but also sexy abs.
How can someone like this be a sufferer?
I thought I was just thinking about it, but I uttered a foolish voice.
He frowned: “It seems that you really have to kill your mouth.”
What do you mean?
My brain short-circuited, but Xi Qingchuan’s face was already pressed against me, and his lips kissed me.
It seemed that the static touch of wearing a poor-quality sweater hit me with a crack, and then my mind was stunned.
When I came back to my senses, his tongue with a faint smell of wine had opened my teeth…
what’s the situation?
Isn’t it a comrade? Isn’t it a sufferer? How can you also deal with me?
We were married for half a year, and he didn’t even look at me straight, but when I broke his secret, he treated me…
With a stab, my hollow sweater cracked perfectly and slipped from my shoulder.
I opened my eyes and saw Xi Qingchuan’s handsome but icy face, and I suddenly understood.
This is punishment.
I came uninvited, broke into his office without knocking, and witnessed his secret punishment.
“Xi Qingchuan,” I twisted under him: “You let me go, I didn’t see it intentionally.”
“Don’t move, the more you move, the more excited I will be.” His slightly panting voice floated in my ears.
My words got stuck in my throat and squeezed out in a shifted tone: “You gay, what are you excited about women?”
“Guess.” His hand grabbed my bra and pulled hard. The shoulder strap was torn off my shoulder, and my shoulder was strangled torn.
I just yelled out of pain, but the more painful sensation broke out in another part of my body.
“Xi Qingchuan, don’t you feel bad?” I gritted my teeth and shouted…
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