After hanging up the phone, having dealt with one thing on his mind, Ye Fan naturally felt content.
He returned to his office and sat for a while, but couldn't quite settle down. Suddenly, he thought of Hu Jing.
That evening in the car, having had a bit of alcohol, under Hu Jing's zealous advance, Ye Fan found it quite intoxicating. Although nothing substantial had happened, now as he recalled, especially thinking about Hu Jing's fiery perfect S-curve figure, and her charmingly seductive face, he couldn't help but feel his blood run hot.
Hesitating for a moment, Ye Fan left his office and took the elevator to the eighth floor to find Hu Jing.
Knocking and entering Hu Jing's office, she appeared pleasantly surprised, immediately putting down the work in her hands and sashaying over with her enticing waist.
"Why do you have time to come by my door today?" Hu Jing's eyes sparkled as she smiled craftily.
