Chapter 15

Xue Ying patted her hand and said to her son, "come here, I have something to tell you." Then he looked at joss again and said, "come here, too."

Jos clenched his teeth, buried his head in silence, and followed in their footsteps.

Three people into the office, the door closed, isolated from the outside whispers.

Xue Ying calmly walked to the sofa and sat down. She raised her eyes and looked at Qiao Si, who had a bad face. Then she looked at the light scene and sighed: "is the police call fake?"

"Well." Know son Mo ruo mother, Jing Che Han didn't deny, simply admitted.

Xue Ying a face of I know, but also helpless way: "you don't blame to rhyme, I let her do, your father there pressure, you don't consider, I always have to consider."

Jing chihan has no words. In fact, it's not the first time for them to do this kind of small action.

"Joss." Xue Ying suddenly called.

Joyce looks up at Xue Ying.

"I'm sorry for this, but you have to be with cherhan. There are some things you have to bear. If you can't bear or solve them, your future will be very hard. Are you ready?"

Joss wanted to say that they had nothing to do with each other, but when she saw Jing chihan's cool face, she couldn't say what she said.

Xue Ying looked at her for a while, sighed and stood up: "you can solve the young people's problem. I have something else to do. Let's go first." With that, she went out of the office with her handbag.

The door closed again and the office was quiet.

After a long time, Jing chihan said, "why didn't you say that just now?"

Jos knows, he means, why don't you say they don't matter.

"I mean to say, but the president's wife is walking too fast," he said dryly

"There's still time to get out."

She sullen pursed her lips: "or you say it, you yesterday... Did not say, this matter is very complicated, if I said, in case of bad your thing."

Jing chihan took a look at her, walked over, looked at her condescending, and asked: "do you care about me so much? Well

Joe thought to get out of his range, but the man held her back with his backhand, and then pulled her close to his arms: "what happened last night, really don't think about it? Or, what's your dissatisfaction with my conditions? "

His fingers along her bare arm, slowly upward stroking, fingertips rub her skin, take away one ripple after another.

Finally, he touched her face and rubbed his slender fingers against her jaw. He lowered his head and touched her ear: "for example, I said never touch you, are you unhappy? Change it. If you let me touch it, I'll touch it. I can touch it anywhere. "

The last sound fell, and his lips just rubbed her earlobe. The cool lips and the hot earlobe rubbed each other for several times. The cold and hot feeling made Jos's heart beat out.

"Jing, Mr. Jing, you, you..." she pressed her hand against his chest, trying to break away from his approximate embrace

Her struggle, in his eyes, is not worth mentioning, more unable to shake half a point.

"Joss, I said that I need a wife. You are the most suitable one. Moreover, you have angered a lot of people. They have thousands of ways to kill a person, and I am the only one who can protect you."

His fingers caressed her soft hair, soft action, as if touching some fragile treasures, he slowly pushed her into his arms, let her head, against his chest, listening to his heart beating: "think about it, even if not for me, also for yourself."