Feng Chen didn't believe her nonsense: "There is nothing blushing without you." ”

"I'm ...... This is ......" She hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to say.

When she made up her speech, Feng Chen said: "Don't tell me it's hot. ”

"Oh, you go away, don't bother me to revise the design."

Song Zhiyue pushed him, his white face was flushed, and he wanted to drive him away, so as not to ask him.

Feng Chen took a step back, and when he saw Song Zhiyue's embarrassed and embarrassed appearance, he vaguely guessed a few points.

Instead of leaving, he sat down on the windowsill, took the design in her hand aside, and encircled her in his arms.

"You think, I was just asking you where you itch?"

"I don't know." Song Zhiyue's face was embarrassed, why did she pull it back?

Feng Chen's hand reached into her skirt little by little, touching a place through the stockings and bottoms: "Is it here?" ”

Song Zhiyue even turned red in the neck, in order not to let him be troubled, he instinctively wanted to clamp his legs, but he also clamped his hands.

"What are you doing with such a tight clamp?" Feng Chen came to her ear, and his tone was extremely ambiguous.

Song Zhiyue's head exploded, and his face turned red: "In broad daylight, don't mess around." ”

The corners of Feng Chen's lips slightly hooked a touch of arc: "Zhang-leg." ”

Song Zhiyue's breathing was a little unsteady: "What are you doing?" ”

"If I don't spread my legs, how can I take my hands out?" There was a bit of teasing in his nice voice.

Say no?

Why are you talking so ambiguously?

Song Zhiyue finished complaining and let go of his closed legs.

Feng Chen took out his hand, didn't intend to let it go like this, and kissed the corner of her lips, and his deep voice tempted her.

"Tell me, is it itchy there?"

Song Zhiyue was not bewitched by him: "No." ”

Feng Chen kissed her deeply, and when she was dizzy by his own kiss, his hand reached in.

Feeling the wetness, there was a smile in his eyes: "I said that it wasn't itchy here." ”

Song Zhiyue grabbed his clothes with both hands, and his lips were red and moist when he kissed them, and they were still shining with a moist luster.

Feng Chen bit her lower lip: "This mouth is not honest at all, not as honest as the mouth below." ”

Song Zhiyue's whole person is going crazy, he even said this kind of thing!

Is he still the cold lawyer Feng?

She came out of Feng Chen's arms, jumped off the windowsill, and was far away from him, her face as red as an apple: "I don't have it." ”

Feng Chen shook his head and sighed slightly: "Sure enough, it's still not honest." ”

Listening to his words, Song Zhiyue couldn't help but think of the sentence he just said, "It's not honest yet", and his embarrassed face was hot for a while, like a fire.

"How did you become as scoundrel as Jiang Fengxing?"

This kind of shameless remark can only be said by someone who is not serious about Jiang Feng.

Speaking from Feng Chen's mouth, Song Zhiyue felt as if he had changed into a different person, as if he was possessed by something.

"Okay, I won't tease you, bear with it first, it will definitely make you comfortable at night." Feng Chen stood up, and while sorting out his clothes, he adjusted his disordered breathing, "If there is no problem with the design draft, hand it over to me, I will send it to the wedding dress shop as soon as possible for them to make it, so as not to have time to revise it when it is not suitable." ”

Song Zhiyue said: "I have something to revise, and I will give it to you tomorrow." ”

Feng Chen nodded, and when he saw her staring at him vigilantly, he smiled sharply: "You're busy, I won't bother you." ”