Quick Transmigration: The Boss' White Moonlight is Resurrected

11-15

Because she was slightly shrunk behind the door, she looked a little pitiful and cute.

"Well." Shen Bu nodded lightly, and then asked in a hoarse voice, "Starting tonight?"

"What starts tonight?" Wan Tong was a little stunned, his jet-black eyes shining brightly.

Shen Bu pursed his lips slightly, his black pupils turned deeper, and only three words came out of his mouth after a while, "Sleep with you."

"Cough cough cough..." Wan Tong seemed to be frightened, his eyes widened, and his face flushed red from coughing.

At this time, Shen Bu had already stepped in, walking slowly and calmly towards her bed.

From Wan Tong's point of view, the back figure should not be too tragic!

Wan Tong regained his senses, followed quickly and grabbed Shen Bu's arm, "That, that, Abu Abu, listen to me, I didn't mean that, I didn't want to sleep with me..."

Boss, there is a big misunderstanding! She really just simply wanted to give him money!

Shen Bu stopped, looked down at her small white hand holding his arm, and slowly spit out three words, "I can."

Wan Tong waved his hands again and again, "No, no, I'm definitely not that kind of person!"

Shen Bu: "It's okay, I got the card, I know what to do."

Wan Tong: "No no no! I really don't need it!" For the sake of a secondary card, the boss completely folded his waist? !

Shen Bu moved his gaze to her cheeks, which were even pinker due to anxiety, and was silent for a while, his eyelashes drooping a little, and his clear voice was full of disappointment, "You despise me."

His small expression made Wan Tong a little worried, she shook her head, "No!"

The boss is very tender and delicious, but she really can't destroy flowers!

Wan Tong pushed Shen Bu onto his bed in two or three times, covered him with his own quilt, and then quickly said, "Abu, you are still young, you don't understand some things, you rest well, I'm going to the guest room!"

After speaking, Wan Tong ran out quickly, even forgetting that he didn't wear inner clothes.

With a bang, the door was closed.

Shen Bu looked back from the door, stared straight at the ceiling, a fragrance that made him dizzy lingered in his nose, and the corners of his thin lips half-covered under the quilt slightly outlined a soft arc.

The soft quilt wrapped him, his body seemed to be ignited by something, and even the blood began to boil.

Like an addict, he carefully held the quilt tightly, sniffing the breath that didn't belong to him, his fair cheeks were stained with an abnormal blush, and his pupils became darker and deeper.

If it was her who was holding her...

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, his breathing became unbearable, and he wanted to get some kind of vent, but he was psychologically tortured.

He is like a humble and dirty person who has desecrated the unattainable figure in his heart...

With a "click", the door was pushed open again.

Shen Bu froze instantly, his hot breathing almost stopped.

Wan Tong held the door handle, probed in, and looked in the direction of the bed.

Shen Bu hugged her quilt, curled up all over, he turned his head sideways, she couldn't see his expression clearly, only saw his two thin lips, which were abnormally crimson and coquettish.