Chapter 117: Chapter 117 was filled with regret

Author: Qingqing Zijin 05 Machine Translation

This man had always been an expert kisser. Not long after, Jian Xiaomo's soft body gradually became overwhelmed. Long Chenjue looked at his masterpiece and used one hand to support Jian Xiaomo's body, which was about to collapse at any moment.

At this moment, the 23rd floor of the CEO's office arrived. The elevator door suddenly opened.

The people outside were stunned when they saw the explosive scene in the elevator.

They were all Long Chenjue's secretaries. When they heard the receptionist call to say that the CEO was coming to work, they all ran to the elevator to welcome him. In the end, they saw such an explosive scene.

Holy sh*t, the CEO putting on a show in the elevator?

It was too explosive, too eye-catching!

So the CEO was not gay!

So the CEO had a special liking for her!

Everyone was stunned. Jian Xiaomo suddenly reacted. At this moment, her face was flushed red. She wanted to find a hole to hide in. She glared at the man in front of her. It was all because of this man that she was embarrassed in front of everyone.

Unable to vent her anger, Jian Xiaomo went up and stomped heavily on Long Chenjue's shiny leather shoes.

However, she did not expect that her stomp would cause so much trouble.

"Is it good? Do you want me to continue performing for you?" Long Chenjue didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and said to his secretary. It was a smile that made people feel embarrassed.

Only then did the secretaries realize that a disaster was coming. They had to leave the scene even if they had to run away. However, there was still someone who didn't repent and said, "No... There's no need. President, please keep it for yourself."

Long Chenjue was so angry that he laughed. However, it was not his secretary who needed to be taught a lesson, but the hateful woman in front of him.

How dare she step on his foot? He wanted to show her that if she stepped on his foot, she would regret it so much that her intestines would turn green.

Jian Xiaomo indeed regretted it so much that her intestines turned green.

In the CEO's large office, Long Chenjue was lying lazily on the sofa. Jian Xiaomo was kneeling there and massaging Long Chenjue's feet with her hands.

Long Chenjue looked like he enjoyed it very much. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the little woman's massage.

Jian Xiaomo was forced to take a deep breath in her heart. She resisted the urge to stuff Long Chenjue's socks into his mouth.

Jian Xiaomo was finally done massaging one of his feet. Jian Xiaomo was about to sit aside and rest.

Long Chenjue suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Why did you stop massaging?"

"Your left foot has been massaged," Jian Xiaomo said confidently.

Long Chenjue immediately stretched out his right foot.

Jian Xiaomo was stunned. What did this man mean?

Long Chenjue said indifferently, "Jian Xiaomo, the wound on my left foot just now shifted to my right foot, so you also massaged my right foot."

Jian Xiaomo was speechless. There was no such thing as a transfer of wound.

This Long Chenjue was obviously acting shamelessly in front of her.

Jian Xiaomo massaged Long Chenjue's right foot until he was comfortable.

At this moment, Long Chenjue let out a satisfied snort and said, "Jian Xiaomo, massage my leg."

This was beyond the scope of her work today. Jian Xiaomo was about to go on strike, but Long Chenjue said lightly, "Well done. You can sleep with me less."

Jian Xiaomo immediately massaged Long Chenjue's legs in high spirits. She massaged his legs attentively and gently, no longer as roughly as before.

Sure enough, money was a good thing.

Jian Xiaomo was rubbing his legs with sweat all over her body when Long Chenjue suddenly opened his mouth again and said, "Jian Xiaomo, higher up."