Qingyan's feet left the ground, and she was held by Zhan Linghan and sat on his thighs.

Zhan Linghan was still wearing headphones and talking to someone, Qingyan didn't dare to disturb him again.

The man's strong and powerful arms were circled around Qingyan's waist, and his voice was low and he continued to discuss Sistine's current situation with the person on the phone.

Zhan Linghan wanted her to sit in her arms, but Qingyan stopped struggling. She stretched out her arms, took the cup of fruit tea that she originally gave Zhan Linghan, and took a small sip.

Qingyan felt that the fruit tea she made was quite delicious. She put the cup beside Zhan Linghan's lips. Zhan Linghan lowered his head and took a sip, and continued to talk to the minister of Sistine.

Qingyan used a glass stick to give a piece of lemon pulp from the fruit tea and fed it to Zhan Linghan's mouth.

Zhan Linghan didn't look at it, and after taking it in one bite, his eyebrows were shaking.

The sour smell had already entered his mouth, and it would be useless for him to spit it out again.

He could only swallow the flesh in his mouth, stared at Qingyan with dissatisfaction, and listened to what the minister was saying in his ears.

Qingyan was useless to hold back her smile, so she used a tag to make a piece of lemon pulp from the glass. She put the lemon pulp to Zhan Linghan's mouth again, and Zhan Linghan would not eat it this time.

Qingyan held the lemon pulp in her mouth, and she blinked at Zhan Linghan.

Zhan Linghan couldn't stand the temptation and took the initiative to lean over.

His lips were pressed against Qingyan's lips, swallowing the flesh on her lips into his mouth.

There was a sour taste in his lips, but his heart was sweet.

"Your Highness Linghan, are you busy?" The official was talking to him, but found that his mouth was dry, but Zhan Linghan did not respond immediately to him like before.

The officials didn't know whether Zhan Linghan was doing something with one mind or doing something else now.

"Well, I'm a little busy now." Zhan Linghan responded to the person in the headphones.

Qingyan quickly sat peacefully on Zhan Linghan's lap, stopping teasing him anymore. She also said to him with her mouth, "Let him concentrate on his work."

However, the man's big hand maliciously pinched her slender waist, and his hand reached into her clothes, pinched and scraped her waist.

Qingyan held Zhan Linghan's hand like a bug, but she couldn't resist Zhan Linghan's strength at all. The man's hand slid on Qingyan's lower abdomen.

Qingyan lowered her head, afraid that the people in the headphones would hear the sound, so she didn't dare to move, but Zhan Linghan's fingertips were acting recklessly on her.

Gradually, Qingyan changed to a lying on the table. She was trapped by the table and could not get off Zhan Linghan's legs.

Her little man was sitting on one of Zhan Linghan's legs, and her pink toes were more than ten centimeters away from the ground.

Zhan Linghan had actually finished the call, and when he became more and more aggressive, he had already cut off the call.

His eyes brought Qingyan's forbearance and shyness into his eyes.

Qingyan's vision of looking at the balcony was blurred. Her legs became weak, and her body finally turned into a pool of water and leaned against Zhan Linghan's arms.

Her fair cheeks were faint pink, her rosy lips were slightly open, and her lips were dry and had lines. Zhan Linghan wanted to moisturize her lips.

But if he kissed him, he would not be able to see Qingyan's beautiful appearance.

He endured the impulse in his heart, his fingertips were rushing around and attacking the city, like a craftsman painting a wall, scraping the pink wall with his fingernails, brushing it layer by layer on the wall, creating a stream of current that penetrated the whole body.
Chapter completed!