This action made Gu Zixuan's heart skip a beat. In his arms, she tightly grabbed the collar of his shirt, "We're still at work now."
Her slightly pale little knuckles were tense.
"No meetings to attend, what work is there."
Thinking that if Jiang Yuan knew the truth, she would be utterly bewildered, Feng Chengjin's lips curved into a smile as he headed straight upstairs.
Placed on the bed, Gu Zixuan's heart trembled, and she couldn't help but push against his chest.
At this moment, Feng Chengjin knelt on one knee.
Once again, Gu Zixuan's rejection made Feng Chengjin lower his eyes, "What?"
Gu Zixuan blushed but didn't know what to say.
Feng Chengjin's office bedroom was very large, comparable to the bedroom in his villa, with a 2.2×2 minimalist style bed that was unbelievably soft.
As soon as she lay down, she sank halfway in.
Not to mention the pleasant and clean smell of detergent lingering on the pillowcases and duvet cover.
