Grumpy boss, he's come to behave again

Chapter 195 Is your heart pounding?
Yan Yu's eyes turned dark and soft unconsciously. With his free hand, he patted the head of the person in his arms, but took a step forward, allowing the person to bury himself deeply into him in a completely front-on posture. In arms.

Ji Enen was caught off guard, and his breath was filled with the light astringent fragrance of traditional Chinese medicine and cold sandalwood.

At this time, she unexpectedly realized something in her mind.

——He only has the smell of his body that matches his body temperature.

——Everywhere else seems to be scorching with dormant heat.

Such as breathing at this time.

Such as the dark eyes at this time.

For example, the strong chest at this time.

and also--

He looked thin and tall, but in fact, when Wei accidentally touched it, there was a hoodie that was not too thin, and it seemed that he could pass through the hot summer temperature and fall on that slight layer of even and strong tightness. Moisturizes the texture.

The thin layer of abdominal muscles is no exaggeration but full of the burning power of a young man.

In just a few seconds, Ji Enen had nowhere to put his hands and his mind was almost blank.

In his previous life, Yan Yu once held her in his arms and listened to the patter of rain behind the bed in a rare and harmonious situation.

Most of the time he didn't speak, and occasionally he would speak to her carefully in a hoarse and sexy voice, as if filled with endless fascination.

The ending sounds of the intonation are stuck together, and the scent of the heating in the rainy and misty room is indescribably confusing.

he said--

Ji Enen, sometimes I really feel like I am the sun. Before going to bed, I worry that you will not be happy when you see the rainy day. After waking up, if you see dark clouds, sometimes I will think very hypocritically.

I, this annoying blazing sun, do you really want me to be forever covered by dark clouds?
After saying these sour words, he would often sneer lowly.

Then I felt that I really was——

I haven't read a few literary books, and I don't even know how to express my love.

He describes himself as the sun.

Ji Enen could only vaguely feel that this sun that could not set did not die behind the cover of the dark clouds of the mountains. Instead, it split open the fog with his bare hands, and once again, it rushed toward you brightly and freely.

- It was overwhelming.

——That's embarrassing. ——It was two hearts suddenly synchronized.

It was the soul that transferred from the past life to this life. Suddenly, during this period of time, there was a strong and irresistible tremor.

Ji Enen's apricot eyes widened in confusion.

The feeling that was deliberately buried in the bottom of my heart suddenly jumped with joy like Pandora's box, and the delicate and timidly poked out its buds.

At this moment, the noisy crowds around and the lively and wanton figures on the red and green runway seemed to have become phantoms, rushing behind them frame by frame like the wind.

Then, after traveling thousands of miles across the mountains, he suddenly threw himself into her arms with the urging and throbbing of the whole world.

--Yes……

Are you excited?

The sun was scorching, and I was in a trance.

Before she could figure out why she was so greedy for his stability when she could clearly move back...

Suddenly someone beside him exclaimed.

"Ji Enen!"

The next moment, the indifferent voice suddenly came closer and closer, and Ji Enen was actually pulled out directly by her.

The man was strange yet familiar.

Zhang Jiayi suddenly appeared. Her burgundy waves were so hot in the sun that it was difficult to look directly at her. Her face with smoky makeup and flaming red lips was a mess under the sweat.

She looked fearless, with a mix of emotions on her face.

The complexity is reflected in the fact that after pulling the person into his arms, when he saw Yan Yu's dark and displeased gaze, he was scared and stubborn, with the emotion of a chicken protecting its cubs.

　Yan Yu: Come out!Why do you write some literary and artistic lyrics?Is it just to show that I can't speak when I confess my love?
　　Yaya (weakly probes): Oh no, purely because I am a passionate girl, a passionate girl.

　　Yan Yu: Oh, remember to write popular and popular vernacular next time. Your success depends on your recommendation votes and book reviews...

　　Woman, there are still more than 100 to go to 4000 recommendation votes, and 700 comments are almost there. Is 500 million enough?
　　The boss sneered.

　　


(End of this chapter)