For One Night with New Boss - Chapter 24

Zheng Yan carried Yang Qing Qiao and pushed out the door, and the people waiting in line outside looked at them with wide eyes.

“Put me down!” Yang Qingqiao shouted in a small voice, dying of shame.

“Have you had enough?” Jung Yeon asked, still carrying the man like a pig as he walked towards First One’s attached parking lot.

“I’m not playing.”

“Hmph, how dare you let another man kiss you.” Someone Zheng was drowning in vinegar.

“If you can sleep with other men, can’t I kiss other men?” Mr. Yang retorted indignantly in his drunkenness.

“No.”

“Why are you being so unreasonable? Let me down!”

“I’m just being unreasonable.” Especially to you. Zheng Yan mentally added.

Walked to his car, finally put the person down from the shoulder, but did not let go, but pressed on the car door, lowered his head and kissed Yang Qing Qiao’s mouth fiercely, regardless of whether there will be passers-by to see and point at the two of them men kissing, anger, excitement, jealousy, ecstasy, complex and chaotic emotions as strong as this kiss.

Do you think Mr. Zheng was really indifferent? How can it be, on the surface seems to be indifferent, but he heard Wu Jiezhi tipped off, a whole person burned with jealousy, pulling the “date” with him Liang Xilun fire speed over.

After stepping into the store, specially find a face-to-face seat to observe and monitor, see Yang Qing Qiao and other men talking and laughing, a big jar of vinegar eat stomach ache. Then Jane made intimate behavior to Yang Qing Qiao, more angry with his internal organs Qiankun big shift, almost serious internal injuries, just short of a mouthful of blood sprayed out only.

Luckily, he was so good at controlling his facial muscles that people couldn’t tell he was trying to flip the table and freak out.

And when Jane Again kissed Yang Qing Qiao, he nearly couldn’t hold it in and rushed over to punch Jane Again to the ground, but he still forced himself to hold it in, so much so that he was on the verge of rupturing a cerebral blood vessel.

Why hold back? He could have rushed over and grabbed the man, to save face? No, no, he was waiting, like a wolf stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment.

He wanted to see Yang Qing Qiao’s possessiveness of him, and in that possessiveness to confirm one thing – that Yang Qing Qiao loved him.

Then, it was a clean sweep.

I just didn’t expect his reaction to be so intense, that reaction made him almost tremble with ecstasy, and that earth-shattering “he is my man” pulled him out of the fog of confusion, Yang Qingqiao not only loved him, but loved him very much.

As for Liang Xilun, rather than testing Yang Qingqiao, he was testing himself.

For the first time in his life, a man who is used to being in control of everything has to go through temptation to truly understand his true desires.

There was no doubt that he craved Yang Qingqiao’s body, however, he found that he craved more, more deeply.

He once said that Yang Qing Qiao is greedy, in fact, he is as greedy as Yang Qing Qiao, even more greedy, like a gourmand that awakens from a long sleep, extremely hungry and insatiable.

In a nutshell, the president is still a self-centered overbearing nuisance, however this self-centeredness of his will revolve around Yang Qing Qiao.

Once identified, it’s a dead giveaway.

That’s why he used to refuse to love, didn’t want to love, and thought he would never meet anyone in his life who would make him want to love.

Now, the tame and brave little sheep jumped in front of him, the big wild wolf, and said loudly, “He’s my man!” At that moment, he knew that on the surface he had won, but the real loser was him, who had completely lost to Yang Qing Qiao’s courage.

The little sheep caught the big wolf.

For the little sheep dared to proclaim loudly in front of all the people that the big wild wolf was his and no one could take it away!

Lost …… Yang Qing Qiao, I really lost to you …… You have won what you seek to desire, as long as it is what you want, I will give you ……

The intense kiss hurt Yang Qing Qiao’s lips, but she was unable to resist, her whole body went soft, her dizziness spread even more, and she collapsed into Zheng Yan’s arms.

“Do you still want to break up with me?” Jung-hiko asked, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

“I ……”

“Huh?” Raising the low, mesmerizing tail end of his voice, sexy and seductive.

“I …… want to vomit …… vomit ……”

Vomit──Joe really threw up, three glasses of Tequila and a martini, the average amount of alcohol will be drunk, let alone the poor alcohol consumption of him, can hold out until now is considered to be very strong.

Clattering and vomiting all over Zheng Yan, vomiting a green asparagus on the face of CEO Zheng, he patted and stroked his back in a good and painful manner, thinking, splashing him with wine at one time and vomiting on him at another, it seems that Yang Qing Qiao’s grudge against him is very strong haha.

Yang Qingqiao’s legs were so weak and he vomited so dirty and smelly that Zheng Yan had no choice but to bring him back to the store and clean him up briefly in the washroom.

Yang Qingqiao was like a child who had done something wrong, looking innocent and resigned, standing obediently and letting Zheng Yan help him clean up.

In fact, most of the filth and acidic water spit on Zheng Yan’s body, but fortunately only spit on the suit jacket, and took it off. However, Zheng Yan still twisted the wet towel brought by the waiter and carefully wiped Yang Qing Qiao’s face and neck. Seeing his eyes with two bubbles of water, as if he was about to cry out, his heart fluttered, and full of tenderness was about to overflow from his body.

It’s over, he thought, his life is really over.

“Let me ask again, do you still want to break up with me?” Jung Yen asked.

“We have never been together, can not talk about breaking up ……” Speaking of this, Yang Qingqiao felt sad again.

“We’ve always been together.”

“We’re just bedfellows.”

“Not just a bedmate, at least you love me to death.” Strong words, Mr. Zheng’s skin is not normally thick anymore.

“I-I didn’t!” A hasty denial, trying to cover it up.

“We’ll see if there is.” Zheng Yan pulled him again, this time smoothly stuffing him into the car and kidnapping him as if he were holding him hostage.

“Where are you taking me?” Yang Qingqiao asked, seemingly timidly, but inwardly without fear, somehow knowing that Zheng Yan would not hurt him again, not even a little bit.

“Go home.”

Which home to go back to? Where Jung Yeon lives, of course.

To do what? That shit, of course.

They’d both been repressed for too long, tormented for a whole week, and the flames of lust could easily be ignited with just a look, starting a fire that would never be contained.