The car circled around the university town and Zhou Bocan found a hotel to stop at. He supported Wen Liangliang with one hand and picked up a prop with the other. Under the suspicious gaze of the receptionist, he checked in.
Zhou Bocan took her to the elevator and entered the guest room. He threw her on the bed.
Wen Liangliang slept like a dead pig the moment she laid on the bed and stopped talking nonsense.
Zhou Bocan patted her shoulder and told her to take a shower. However, she didn't wake up no matter how hard he tried. He could only soak a towel and wipe her body. He helped her take off her wet clothes and shoes so that she could sleep more comfortably.
When he was done, he was also sweating profusely. He turned around and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
The phone was placed on the marble sink and it vibrated like thunder. Zhou Bocan glanced at it and picked it up impatiently.
Over the phone, Johnson reported an emergency. His subordinate made a mistake and changed the data, causing an important function to fail.
Zhou Bocan put his clothes back on and looked at Wen Liangliang who was sleeping soundly. He took his wallet and keys and rushed back to the company.
When the sun rose, Wen Liangliang was woken up by a hangover.
After a while, she gradually opened her eyes and saw a pair of sharp eyes staring at her.
She hadn't completely lost her memory last night. She vaguely remembered sitting in his car and because of his poor driving skills, her clothes were all wet.
She hammered her aching head and Zhou Bocan said expressionlessly, "Serves you right."
It wasn't a gentleman's behavior to add insult to injury! Wen Liangliang glared at him fiercely. She hugged her clothes and went to the bathroom.
Zhou Bocan placed breakfast on the coffee table and turned on his laptop to deal with the annoying error.
He looked at the scrolling data on the screen and tapped the table impatiently. His eyes were sharp as he dialed Johnson's number. "Guoqiang, what's wrong? He hasn't finished re-entering the data in two hours? Is this his standard? Hurry up and hurry him. Keep an eye on them and don't slack off! "
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Bocan looked up and saw a pale face.
The breeze carried the fragrance of a bath. Wen Liangliang sat opposite him, sniffling and wiping her snot. She calmly ate her breakfast.
Zhou Bocan's eyes darkened. He put down his phone and his hands moved quickly on the keyboard, making a clicking sound.
Every time he typed a character, his anger rose by an inch. He had done so many things last night, and this was her attitude, treating him like air? And what did she do yesterday? Leaving without saying goodbye, getting drunk in the middle of the night, polluting the car, maliciously criticizing, and personally attacking. What angered him the most was that not only did she criticize his skills, she even commented on his size …
Separated by a small round table, he stared straight at her. His eyes were filled with hidden bitterness and anger, as deep as a sword. In short, it made Wen Liangliang feel a strong murderous aura.
She was originally having a relaxing breakfast, but he came at her and angered her. It was one thing for him to vent his anger on his colleagues early in the morning, but now he wanted to vent his anger on her? She did not want to admit defeat and showed a fierce look.
Zhou Bocan sneered, "Do you know how embarrassing you were when you were drunk last night?"
Wen Liangliang ate slowly and swallowed slowly. After swallowing a piece of pancake and drinking a mouthful of soy milk, she raised her eyebrows and said arrogantly, "I didn't blink, you don't have to bring up the past with me. I remember that your skills were bad."
In a few seconds, Zhou Bocan seemed to have lost the ability to organize his words. He had learned hosting for a few years when he was young and had performed on stage many times. It could be said that he was eloquent, but at this moment, he was really speechless.
Zhou Bocan calmed down and explained to her in the simplest language, "Mr. Du's official website has a survey on the length of time. Horizontally, the best is the British, with an average of seven minutes. Vertically, the average is four minutes, with the longest being 44 minutes and the shortest being 30 seconds. I think it is very necessary for you to use your phone to calculate the time accurately so that you can make a judgment. "
Wen Liangliang did not know what he was talking about, but she did not want to admit that she was bad when she was drunk. She pretended to understand and asked arrogantly, "So what?"
He secretly gritted his teeth, thinking that he used to boast about his skills in front of her. He felt that he had never been so embarrassed in this life. But she was so intoxicated every time. Was it all an act?
A few thoughts flashed through his mind, and Zhou Bocan calmly asked, "What is your ideal length?"
This was a question, not a choice question, so it was a bit tricky to deal with. Wen Liangliang thought of Senior Sister Liao's little trick. She opened her palm, retracted and released it, and said casually, "Let it go. Don't you need to go to work?"
She looked down at the time and instantly rolled her eyes. It was only seven o 'clock!
Zhou Bocan pondered over her gestures and saw her weird expression. Suddenly, his phone rang. He quickly picked it up, but the next second, he buried himself in his work again.
Seeing him busy, she put down the breakfast and walked into the shower room. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt frustrated again. She specially came to the university town just to avoid him. After going around in circles, she was under the same roof again.
"Did you find that your brain is blocked?" Zhou Bocan came in to wash his hands and said sarcastically, "Women should not drink. If you're this crazy abroad, I'll tear up your passport. "
"I … usually don't drink." Wen Liangliang scratched her hair, and from the corner of her eyes, she caught a bright red bag. She curiously looked through it, and when she found that it was not an ordinary toy, her face turned red.
Zhou Bocan walked silently. His hands tightened, and her slender waist was confined in his arms. "You dare to make fun of me?"
Zhou Bocan's charming voice lingered in Wen Liangliang's ears. She clenched her fists, knowing that if this continued, she would sink deeper.
His soft lips seemed to brush against her skin, and his fingertips rubbed her perky parts. She felt like she was trapped in a swamp, and the more she struggled, the deeper she sank.
Lust was on the verge of erupting. He used all of his patience to take her to different places: the entrance, the shower room, the TV cabinet, the wardrobe, the small coffee table, the desk. They tried every position. They changed their positions at least ten times and used all the props at least twice on average. It was as torturous as it could be.
He was like an old sailor, taking her through the wind and waves, but never letting her reach the shore.
Time was long, but she did not feel bored. Every time she thought it was over, he would change it. She was tired but happy. She followed his gaze and stared at the timer. Suddenly, she realized something and her eyes became misty.
She once heard that love was like dough. It could be shaped into any shape, but it depended on whether the other party was willing to shape it.
Zhou Baican held her hands behind her back with one hand and hugged her waist with the other. He gradually slowed down his movements and asked her, "Are my skills good?"
She bit her lip and said in a muffled voice, "Good …"
"Is it big enough?" He asked again.
Wen Liangliang smiled through her tears. What kind of question was this?
Zhou Bocan was eager for her to answer.
She closed her eyes, held back her surging emotions, and said, "Big."
Her movements suddenly became lingering and gentle. Zhou Bocan pinched her chin and made her turn her head to kiss him. Unexpectedly, he saw her tears.
Wen Liangliang looked at him resentfully, grabbed his hand, and pressed it against her heart. "I'm so tired. Give me a quick one!"
He said yes in a daze and sped up.
A numb feeling engulfed her. She held onto his hand and it took her a long time to regain her composure.
He felt her trembling in the depths of his heart. He kissed her eyes, nose, lips, chin, and finally came to her most sensitive earlobe. He gently exhaled a warm and ticklish breath and asked, "Do you love me?"
She was still in the throes of passion and was sweating. She almost said "love" without thinking.
After he left, she flipped her handbag upside down. She rummaged through it but couldn't find the medicine. In a moment of panic, she gave it to the doctor.
She panicked and called Doctor Feint.
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