Han Xingxuan looked at the strange woman in her arms and was about to push people away. At this moment, the sound of footsteps went from far to near. Sun producers are notoriously lecherous in the circle, and they also like hidden actresses.

Han Xing’s ghost pressed the elevator door closing button in shock.

Ye Fan had no consciousness in this meeting, she just felt that her body was hot and unbearable. She couldn’t help getting closer to the man. The other person’s skin was cool and she just ironed her temperature. However, the fire inside her body rose even more. .

This feeling made Ye Fan very tormented. She couldn’t help burying her face in Han Xingxi’s neck, and her voice was a little softer than before: “Sir, I’m so uncomfortable, save me.”

As soon as the voice came out, Ye Fan couldn’t believe it was out of his mouth.

The man’s breathing was also a little short, pinching Ye Fan’s wrist, and chuckling coldly, “Don’t move any more!”

Han Xing screamed in his throat. He didn’t expect that he was aroused by an unfamiliar woman, which was not a thing for Song Yazhi.

He always hated the approach of strange women, but she did not make him feel disgusted.

Fine, woman, you got my interest.

“Help me.” Ye Fan muttered. She didn’t know what was going on. It seemed that she could only relieve the heat and anxiety in her body by climbing and rubbing on the man.

The elevator opened again, Han Xingxuan pushed Ye Fan aside, Ye Fan hit his head on the cold elevator wall, she frowned, and saw the man stepping out of the elevator in sight. She reached out her hand subconsciously, grabbed Han Xingxuan’s clothes “Don’t leave me, please.” The voice was soft and pitiful.

Han Xing stepped slightly, and a warm thing was stuck on his back.

Through two layers of clothing, the body temperature of each other penetrated and intertwined.

Han Xingxuan squeezed his fist, and the back of his hand was raised with blue muscles. He turned around: “Woman, do you know what you are doing?” A warm breath fell on her ear, causing Ye Fan to tremble.

Ye Fan’s tears flickered, only to hold Han Xingyu even tighter.

Han Xingxi took a deep breath and hugged Ye Fan into the booked presidential suite.

Inside the room, the lights were dim, and there were occasionally flashes of floating light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ye Fan gasped involuntarily, she was pressed against the door by the man’s hard chest.

When she followed the man, she knew very well what would happen, and knew she could not escape, but at this time, she would rather give herself to a stranger than let Zhang Yue and Sun make the film.

Before waiting for Han Xingyu to do anything, Ye Fan raised his head and approached Han Xingyu’s lips.

She was wearing high heels, and her head was right up to Han Xing’s chin.

Han Xingchi was dumb, he didn’t expect Ye Fan to be so active, his eyes were sinking, one hand tightly wrapped around her waist, anti-customer swept around her mouth, and her fiery lips almost drowned her.

The other hand couldn’t help but get into the hem of her skirt, kneading it freely on her chest.

Ye Fan’s whole body seemed to be lit by a fire. The area touched by his palm seemed to burn her delicate skin.

But these seemed far from enough for Ye Fan. She wanted to get more. She unconsciously rubbed on the man’s body, burning her with desire, and the tears caught in the corner of her eyes crawled out of her eyes.

At this time, Han Xingxuan let go of Ye Fan, pinching her chin, her eyes darkened: “Do you know what you are doing? There is still a chance to regret it.”