It was already very late, but Albert was so tired, how much energy did he still have to do "other things"?
Although Cheng Qianxun hesitated, he agreed.
Albert fell sideways on the sofa like a sawed tree.
The workload of the day must have been heavy.
It was not only a test of physical strength, but also a test of brain and endurance.
She sat on the spare part of the sofa and slowly squeezed Albert's calves and thighs.
He is tall, has long legs, and has solid muscles.
Not only his legs, but also his chest and abdomen are well maintained.
People are almost forty, and as soon as Caucasians turn twenty-five, if they don't exercise, their body fat will grow like crazy.
"Well, it's so comfortable."
Albert muttered, turned around and lay on the sofa: "Sit on me and give me a pat on the back and a squeeze on the shoulders."
When lying on his stomach, he looks like a successful man running for office, like a tired big boy.
Standing, sitting, squatting, no matter what position she was in, it was definitely uncomfortable.
She could only lift up her long slit skirt, sit directly on Albert's waist, and help him squeeze his shoulders and knock his back.
"It's very comfortable."
Albert was very relaxed, lying on his stomach with his eyes closed, and sighed as if reminiscing: "It would be great if my wife could be like you, stay with me and take care of me like this."
She didn't dare to talk, this was just a trap, you could just ask "Then why doesn't she want to accompany you?"
After waiting for a while, Albert said to himself with a bit of sadness: "For her, life is shopping and messy drinking parties.
Spending time with her scantily clad girlfriends is more important than being the wife of a senator. .
In addition to pleasure, other men’s dicks are big.”
He is restless and does not help his career.
He just spends money to steal people, and stealing people does not count.
The whole world is still crying out for dissatisfaction.
Such an embarrassing wife should really get divorced. . .
But this is also what ordinary women think.
Those with a calm mind will consider it.
It is also a household matter.
I only heard Albert whisper: "Everything is waiting for the election to end, and it will be over soon."
What he meant was obviously not just the end of the campaign, but the end of everything.
Let women appear in a series of stories, after the empress of the palace with such moral corruption was divorced.
The position becomes vacant and someone needs to fill it.
Still didn't say anything.
These things had nothing to do with her.
After all, she was just a passerby.
Be yourself.
Complete the task, that's what you should do.
Her hands were sore from squeezing, so she got off Albert's waist and sat directly on the ground: "Okay."
She was also tired.
I just want to go back and sleep.
I don't even want to take a shower.
Albert sat up and stretched, looking satisfied.
Seeing her sitting on the ground, he smiled and hugged her to his side: "Not bad, but the strength is a bit weak."
"It's time to end today.
I'm tired and want to go back and rest."
She was really tired.
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As soon as he stood up, Albert pinched his wrist: "Hey.
You really can't dance."
She rolled her eyes, looked at Albert with a little patience, and said with a smile on her face: "Yes."
"Really?"
Albert seemed to be interested.
He stood up, squeezed her hand and put it on his shoulder.
He looked down at his waist and signaled.
"I really can't dance."
But it was useless to say anything.
She put her other hand on the other person's waist helplessly and let the facts speak louder than words.
"You're standing stiff, you think it's a military parade."
Albert smiled bitterly.
He was a smart man, and he could tell before he even moved: "It seems you really can't dance."
He laughed and started joking: "You don't even know how to dance.
Besides killing people, what else can you do?
Follow me and step on your right foot first, then your left foot.
That's right, one two three, two two three, three two three." . . ” began to guide her through the first steps.
She could only follow Albert's dance steps and walk step by step.
After a few steps, he was walking smoothly, and he heard Albert start to hum from his nose.
The melody sounded a bit familiar, so I couldn’t help but ask: “What tune is it?”
"It's just ordinary dance music."
Albert led her all the way to the window.
It was already midnight, and the city outside the floor-to-ceiling window was still brightly lit.
The two danced slowly against a background like a bank of stars.
Albert was very relaxed and casual: "Maybe you forgot, but I still remember it.
It was when you attended the dance on the cruise ship.
When I saw you, the band played this song."
It was impossible to remember such small things.
She looked at the small black silk bow tie on Albert's collar: "There were so many beauties back then."
"But my eyes finally stopped on you."
These words were so beautiful, yet so subtle.
She smiled and laughed at herself: "That's because you are considering whether there is any conflict of interest between me and my teammates and you, so naturally you focus on the weakest."
"Maybe."
Albert jumped two more steps and then stopped, looking down at her and whispering: "When you put the knife on my neck, I will never forget you in my life."
Her heart couldn't help but beat fast, and she said in a shocking tone: "When you dislocate my arm, I will never forget you."
"Hahaha..."
Albert laughed heartily.
She was actually able to laugh, and she almost fainted from the pain.
His hands slowly moved from her waist to her face.
Albert lowered his head, gradually put away his extra smile, and looked at her with a slightly raised corner of his mouth: "I don't apologize for this, because you can always Remember me."
I remember every detail of that time, from the clothes to the music. . .
It can even be judged that Albert worked so hard to maintain his figure so that when he meets her again, he will still look the same as before.
What follows further confirms this judgment.
Albert held her face, the light shining in his dark blue eyes was more beautiful than the neon lights outside the window at night; his voice was low and magnetic: "After you disappeared from my dream last time, I wanted to see you again.
When goodbye Then I will be better and more capable.”
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Looking at Albert's face getting closer and closer, the still red lips exuded a fatal temptation. . .
She tried hard to control herself and could only stay still.
Rather than meet it.
It can only be said that this kind of man is too charming, unable to resist, and unable to resist.
She took a deep breath as she continued to approach.
He closed his eyes, not looking at the other party, and finally spat out with great effort: "It seems that Barron will not come."
Albert stopped and did not continue to approach.
He smiled suddenly and straightened up: "It's probably too late, he should rest."
Although I didn't say it.
But everything in his eyes already contains all the hints. . .
She was stunned for a long time, and finally struggled and turned her head to the door of the room: "You should rest too, I'll leave first."
Albert seemed disappointed.
A soft "Oh" was heard.
She breathed a sigh of relief, the pressure lessening slightly.
As soon as he relaxed a little, he kissed her quickly.
My heart almost jumped out of my chest, but the kiss was just French.
Just a little bit.
Albert shouted with a smile on his face.
But he felt as if he was appreciating her reaction, and said softly: "Good night."
Then he slowly let go of the hand holding her waist.
"Help!"
I could only scream weakly from the bottom of my heart.
Not daring to show any disappointed expression on her face, she quickly responded: "Good night."
She turned around and ran towards the door as if running away.
When she walked to the door, as soon as her fingers touched the door handle, she heard Albert calling her from behind.
She stopped immediately, her hand on the handle, confused.
But instinct makes every woman long for Albert to speak.
Ask them to stay, no amount of morality can stop the overflow of instinct.
"Cheng" Albert's voice sounded from behind: "Go to bed early.
Go to the gym at nine tomorrow."
I felt a sudden loss and felt like the whole world was collapsing.
She calmed down her emotions and tried not to tremble as she replied: "Okay, you should also go to bed early."
Just as he was about to open the door, Albert behind him still said gently and gently: "How about you stay and we go together tomorrow morning to save time."
If you stay, you will definitely stay up even later.
But if this is obviously not true, it can be a reason to stay.
She felt that her palms holding the door handle were sweating, and she tried hard to control herself.
No, she can't have Sneijder, she is just a passerby in the world, and any relationship will have no results. . .
Finally, he calmed down and replied: "Thank you, I'd better go back to sleep."
He pressed the handle with all his strength, opened the door, and walked out as if to vent his anger.
When the door closed behind me, only I knew the complicated feelings in my heart.
When she walked towards the elevator, she felt as if her feet were stepping on cotton.
Something was wrong with her whole body and she felt dizzy.
When she reached the elevator entrance and raised her fingers in the air, she came to her senses and wondered whether she should go upstairs or downstairs.
The room card hadn't been given to her yet.
"Ding dong" The elevator stopped at this floor.
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After the door opened, there was only one Barron in the empty elevator: "Cheng, just in time, come up."
In the elevator, Barron handed her a key card: "Get up at 8:30 tomorrow, have breakfast, and go to the gym at 9:00."
"Thank you" was accepted mechanically.
There was another "ding dong", and Barron smiled meaningfully: "Okay, we're here."
In fact, there is no need to remind you, you should know that it is okay to go back now before the time is long.
She walked out anyway, it wasn't a matter of losing face.
Since she had already decided to leave, why should she hesitate any longer?
In a daze, if it weren't for the room number written on the door card, she wouldn't have known where to go. . .
This man is so charming.
If he had been a little tougher just now, maybe she would have lost the city gates long ago.
What to do with the rest of the day?
Perhaps it was because there was still time that the other party was not in a hurry and wanted to wait for her to surrender first.
Slow dance in front of the beautiful night window. . .
It was so romantic that even the waist and hands being held seemed to be heating up with the remaining warmth of the other person.
What a fool she was, a big fool, for passing up opportunities that other women could only dream of.
I feel really bad, and my heart is filled with worry.
Why should I give such a task target and not be able to kill it?
Otherwise, all will be killed.
Opened the door, inserted the door card, closed the door and walked in.
She kicked off her high heels and touched her groggy forehead with her hand.
Suddenly someone rushed out from behind and hugged her before she could react
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