Fall in Love with Mr. Nian Slowly

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update Mr. Nian, slowly like your latest chapter!"Don't make trouble, this is in your office," Lausanne pushed his chest.

The average Ting doesn't care, and will not bite her thin lips.

His hands were not idle, and he wanted to drill into her clothes quickly, and he couldn't find the hole where the hand drilled in after a long touch.

Later, it was finally found in the calf and belly, but the result was that it was stuck in the thigh, and it couldn't be reached.

Lausanne looked at him anxiously and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Laugh," Ting's annoyed eyes filled with lust.

Just about to tear her clothes away, Lausanne's cell phone in his chair rang.

"Let me answer the phone," she wanted to get off the desk.

"Isn't it just a phone, is it important for me," Ting Ting grabbed her every year, and now his little Ting was uncomfortably tight, ready to go.

"It's a real thing. The voice director I worked with in Shanghai asked me to collaborate on a new drama. I just chatted on WeChat. Maybe I didn't return for a long time. I called." Lausanne pushed away the annual average and answered the phone.

"Lausanne, I just contacted the producer over there. We had dinner at Huilanju in the evening and talked about the script," said voice director Feng Cheng.

"no problem."

After hanging up, she looked up and found that the annual average Ting stared at her dissatisfiedly, "Don't you have dinner with me at night?"

"I only ate with you yesterday," Lausanne lowered his head to sort out his clothes.

"No, I'm going to go with you. I just heard the voice of a man," Ting Ting said expressionlessly. "It's not just talking about the script. Why should I go back to the high-end places like Lanju? I doubt him Another intention."

"Because it's a director's invitation, people in the crew have money and public funds are reimbursed," Lausanne opened Feng Cheng's circle of friends to show him. "This is what the voice director looks like. Are you sure you want to compete with him for jealousy."

Ting glanced at it every year. The man inside was wearing glasses. It was neither ugly nor beautiful. It was ordinary. He couldn't even compare with one of his legs, and he didn't have Chi Shengxu's sunshine.

He was relieved immediately.

"I'm not letting you go, it's just that your status is not ordinary, and I'm afraid you will cause pressure to others," Lausanne said.

"That's true, but I want to know about my girlfriend's work, there is no problem," Ting Ting said with concern.

Lausanne hesitated for a moment before finally nodding.

It is normal for the two to communicate and understand each other's work.

At 6:30, the average Ting car stopped downstairs in Huilanju. Lausanne unfastened his seat belt and said, "Wait whatever you are talking about, don’t be surprised to interject, and you can’t pass our chat. ."

The annual average of Ting is inexplicable, "As for making it the same as convening the Party Central Committee."

"Each line has its own secrets, you don't understand it, you will know it later," Lausanne said.

The two walked into the box on the third floor. Feng Cheng had arrived. Respectfully shook hands with Nian Junting.

"Nearly President, we knew that you would come back and we would have booked a luxury box," Feng Cheng knew about Lausanne's relationship with the average annual Ting. When he was in Shanghai, the annual average Ting assistant called him every day to ask about Lausanne. , But he didn't tell Lausanne.

"It doesn't matter. Today I came with my girlfriend. You just treat me as an air. Just chat with me, and I won't be able to tell the director about my identity later. Naturally," the annual average Ting said lightly.

Feng Cheng thought, how dare we take you as air.