She felt a little happy in her heart and couldn't help but pull him closer and whispered in his ear: "Zhang Feiyun and I are here to do business."

She was explaining to him.

A smile flashed across the corner of his eyes, but his face remained serious: "Is this what you wear for office work?"

"This is a party. You can't get in unless you dress like this." She replied, "Didn't Secretary Feng carefully choose a dress to accompany you to the party?"

"Secretary Feng?" He frowned.

She nodded and told about seeing Secretary Feng in the dress shop.

As he listened, his dark eyes gradually brightened, "Do you think I felt uncomfortable when I asked Secretary Feng to accompany me to the party?"

She nodded honestly, "I can. I will do the same when I see Qin Jiaer hugging you."

She asked him in turn: "Are you angry when you see him, so you don't let me get too close to Zhang Feiyun?"

His answer was to lower his head and seal her lips.

A kiss so deep that she couldn't help but curl up her toes, but he wanted more, but this place wasn't quite right.

He resisted the impulse and whispered in her ear: "Come home with me."

The car sped away.

The two of them went straight back home and entered the room.

As soon as the door to the room closed, she was blocked in the corner. The familiar breath still came like a wave, and his kisses fell like raindrops on her head and face.

The little black dress fell to the ground quickly... He did what he wanted to do most tonight, and warned her in her ear: "You are not allowed to wear clothes that other men choose for you in the future."

She wanted to tell him that she had chosen this dress herself, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her voice was drowned in his kiss.

"Will you give it to me?" he asked.

She blushed suddenly, and no one could teach her what it meant. She tried to stretch out her arms and put her arms around his waist.

Her answer was enough.
Chapter completed!