Being pressed firmly onto the desk by the man, Feng Qing felt something poking her butt. Hence, she reached down and found a thick stack of documents.
"Hubby… Oh… I sat on the document…" Feng Qing said.
However, the man seemed to not have heard anything. The contract worth tens of billions on the table was only a few pieces of waste paper. The man's large hand kept rubbing against the woman.
"Remember, when your hubby kisses you in the future, you have to be focused," Xie Jiuhan said domineeringly.
Feng Qing rested her head on the man's chest and panted softly. On the highest floor of the Capital, the man wrapped in a suit and leather shoes was strong and capable. He leaned down and enveloped the petite woman in his aura…
