The office of the President of Light and Shadow Media, the Chairman's office, and the employee working area are completely separate.
Moreover, since Wen Ruan just returned from Shanghai to the company, employees don't easily come to disturb.
The quiet and tranquil lounge is not large. Besides an independent small bathroom, there's a comfortable single bed and a small refrigerator.
Tang Song hugged the older sister dressed in professional attire from behind, kissing her hair obsessively.
Wen Ruan was pressed against the wall, her eyes filled with thick mist, and a captivating low moan escaped her slightly parted lips.
Her hands moved unconsciously behind her back.
The black suit skirt on her body was rudely rolled up, messily piled at her waist, her undershirt in disarray.
Tang Song slightly lowered his head, a look of intoxication in his eyes.
This figure is truly unrivaled.
