3 Office

　　In the office, Bian Hui Yan handed the case to He Hao on the outside of the worktable.

The long and thick fingers went to fetch the case of Bian Hui Yan, but he couldn't get it.

He Hao's eyebrows were puckered, and he looked blank and coldly at the little woman opposite, smiling charmingly.

Bian Hui Yan stepped forward and placed the case in He Hao's arms and lit his feet. In his ear, the voice of "why the doctor's hand is so big" entangled him, and the knot of his throat moved up and down two times.

The edge flower Yan looks at the abrupt throat knot cannot help but, put both hands to He Hao's back waist, very strong.... The little face sticks to the pectoral muscle. It's really hard. Looking up at this resolute and beautiful face, I couldn't help it anymore. He kissed his throat, softly kissed his lips, and scanned his tongue. Bian Hui Yan, who was stimulated by male hormone burst, was confused. Move your hands up and down the back, around the front, unbutton the white coat and caress the breasts through your shirt. Well, "Dr. Ho's body is very good." For a moment, his little hand felt unsatisfied with his little belly.

Then one big hand grabbed her to the wrist of the abdomen, and the other pushed her shoulder away from his body. The loss surged up and looked at the man who gave out the cool air.

"Edge doctors, self importance." He Hao gave her a glance, then turned around and took the case in his hand and went out of the office.

She leaned lazily against the desk, picked up the warm water on the desk, put it to her mouth, and her eyes narrowed slightly. Legs crossed, underwear was wet and uncomfortable. The man's taste could not be better, just leaning on him to touch his body, was confused by his taste.

It's a paradox. It's obvious that she's interested in her. The enlarged lower body can push her away and say "self-respect".

It's really a sense of responsibility...