Meng Yu's body stiffened slightly. Pressing down on Director Li? Meng Yu did not dare to imagine such a strange scene.
Li Zhe got up. Meng Yu was so shocked that his legs suddenly tightened around Li Zhe's waist, and his bald head directly squeezed into Li Zhe's abdomen.
Li Zhe smiled slightly and turned around to place Meng Yu on the office chair he had just sat on. Then, he got up and took off his pants and underwear in front of Meng Yu.
Meng Yu was confused. He didn't know what Li Zhe was going to do now.
In the next second, he saw Li Zhe grab a bundle of pens from the pen holder and walk to the sofa not far away. He opened his legs to Meng Yu, revealing his private parts.
Meng Yu's breathing stagnated, and he couldn't help but ask, "Director Li, what are you doing?"
Li Zhe looked at Meng Yu with a devilish smile. Even his voice carried a hint of desire. "Didn't you say that it's not clean after being used?"
