Her deep blue eyes locked onto Han Zhiqing's smiling eyes, her voice deepened, and she said, "The reason why you actively hugged me like this is because you just want to use me to stimulate your sister?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, but when he asked this question, a subtle emotion of disappointment quietly slipped through his eyes.

Hearing this, Han Zhiqing shrugged at him disapprovingly and said, "President, don't say it's so ugly to say that you are taking advantage. I just want to take this opportunity to confirm the authenticity of what the president said."

She looked calmly at the red Spyker sports car still parked in the distance, and continued: "Since my sister is as unimportant to you as the president said, why should the president get angry just because she saw me holding you?

What about getting angry?"

At this time, she replaced her previous playful smile with a charming and enchanting posture.

The hand wrapped in gauze was slightly raised, with a somewhat charming aura, and it gently crossed Mo Junhao's chest. He spoke in a low voice, blinked his beautiful eyes, and said:

"It turns out that the president is quite nervous about my sister. Now it's time to comfort her."

As he finished speaking, his hand had already been taken off Mo Junhao's chest, but Mo Junhao grabbed it.

With a gentle tug of his hand, she was pulled into his arms. She looked up and saw Mo Junhao looking at her condescendingly, and the invisible sense of oppression instantly hit her.

Seeing that Mo Junhao had calmed down his anger, his thin lips curled up with a touch of teasing, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, lowered his head a little, and sneered:

"Since you want to prove it, you might as well play bigger."

While speaking, he lowered his head half a minute, opened his mouth to hold her slightly open lips, penetrated with the tip of his tongue, and sucked wantonly.

The force around her waist tightened, and the overbearing kiss was predatory, filling Han Zhiqing's brain.

At that time, Han Zhiqing's body suddenly trembled twice, and she discovered that Mo Junhao's random movements could easily arouse her truest desire.

A numb feeling spread throughout Han Zhiqing's body, causing her hands to subconsciously grasp Mo Junhao's shoulders.

Feeling Han Zhiqing's active response in her passiveness, Mo Junhao's thin lips slightly curved, and his hand gently stroked her slender back, from top to bottom, ignoring the surprised looks of those who passed by.

, nibbling her sensitive earlobe.

Han Zhiqing's body trembled slightly again, and she forgot that she was on the street in broad daylight, still wearing a hospital gown and in the arms of a man, being wantonly occupied by him.

The kiss gradually deepened. The original teasing in Mo Junhao's eyes became deeper at this time, and the greed gradually deepened.

His hand kept stroking Han Zhiqing's back, and his other broad palm reached into her chest along her slightly open collar, kneading the tender spots on her chest that were aroused by lust.

Tall and soft.

There was a cold feeling in her chest, and Han Zhiqing suddenly came back to her senses and gasped.

She frowned, her teeth touched up and down, and she bit the tip of Mo Junhao's tongue that was still in her mouth. The smell of blood filled her mouth.

Mo Junhao groaned subconsciously, and Mo Junhao frowned quietly.
Chapter completed!