紾藏版1八Я影視ρó18んυЬ.cóм                                                                                                             顾烟睡了一个小时不到就醒了，腰间很酸，下身一b0b0的涌出也很是难受，翻来覆去的睡不安稳。                                                                                                             梁飞凡看见她从休息室里出来，皱了皱眉，伸手按下桌上的内线，“林秘书，把东西端进来。”                                                                                                             林秘书很快端着热气腾腾的红糖水进来，还送来了顾烟平时喜欢吃的一些小甜点。                                                                                                             顾烟捧着红糖水一点点的喝，里面加了几味调经的中药，味道有点苦苦涩涩的清香。                                                                                                             “你在看什么呀？”                                                                                                             梁飞凡埋着头，扬了扬手里的文件，略带嘲讽，“你不会以为你晕了韦博的开发案就算赢了吧？”                                                                                                             顾烟白了他一眼，捧着杯子走过去，韦博的开发案和耀林的摆在一起。梁飞凡在上面用笔写写划划做了一些记号。                                                                                                             “你觉得，哪个b较好？”顾烟放下杯子问他。                                                                                                             梁飞凡没说话，把耀林的往前推了推。                                                                                                             顾烟皱眉，“为什么啊？”                                                                                                             她软软的咬着尾音，疑问的语气，听在梁飞凡耳里，却是缠缠绕绕的波动。                                                                                                             “梁氏需要的合作伙伴应该要有稳定的水准。顾明珠近来太过急进，整个团队都有些浮躁。”梁飞凡说起公事来一板一眼。                                                                                                             顾烟嗤之以鼻，“你是说，我的加入拉低了韦博的水准喽？”                                                                                                             “那么你觉得，顾明珠是看中了什么才要你进韦博？你的良好记忆力？”                                                                                                             顾烟不高兴了，甩手把文件丢给他，“我也很努力呀——你自小学的这个，当然不觉得难了。”                                                                                                             她穿着黑se的套装，肌肤如雪，一生气脸上稍稍有了些血se，更是美目流转，yan丽不可方物。                                                                                                             梁飞凡再也y不起心肠，微微一扯她，把她拉在怀里，把杯子递到她嘴边，“好了好了，说不得，再喝一点。开的那些调理的药，多久没喝了？”                                                                                                             顾烟面se忽然一冷，“我有喝药。”                                                                                                             她的身t一直有专人配药调理，就算后来搬出了梁家，每个月也有人专门送煎好的药来。                                                                                                             “恩？”他的手伸入她的衣摆，在她小腹上轻轻的r0u。                                                                                                             “吃了几回事后药之后就又开始痛了。”她低头摆弄着衣服上的纽扣，想起上次，也是在这里，陈允之微笑着递过来白se的药瓶。                                                                                                             梁飞凡似乎是低低的叹息了一声。                                                                                                             “我要回公司了。”话不投机半句多，她要站起来，又被他一把拉回去，搂的更紧。                                                                                                             “很痛？”他的下巴搁在她肩上，在她耳边低低的问。                                                                                                             顾烟想了想，一语双关，“你指哪里？”                                                                                                             身上，还是心里？                                                                                                             “梁飞凡，你不是说我们再无关系了吗？现在这样，又算什么呢？”她幽幽的问身后的人。                                                                                                             梁飞凡忽然狠狠的在她肩上咬了一口，隔着衣服重重的透过来。                                                                                                             顾烟尖叫，挣脱来开，扯下一边的领子，红红的一圈牙印。她怒目而视，“你变态啊！”                                                                                                             雪白的肌肤上醒目的暧昧痕迹，梁飞凡眼里一暗，猛的站起来，她还没反应过来，就被他圈在怀里。他拉开她的衣领，低头去吮那一处牙印。                                                                                                             “顾烟，b起把你留在身边，我其实更愿意彻底的忘掉你——如果可以的话。你不知道你折腾的我多难受。”他的力道加重，在她的颈上边吻边说。                                                                                                             顾烟心里一刺，“metoo！”                                                                                                             梁飞凡把她按向自己，吻上她倔强的小嘴，在她唇上轻咬，舌头t1an开她的牙关，拖出她的小舌头，野蛮的含在嘴里吮。                                                                                                             顾烟的舌根被他扯的很痛，模模糊糊的kangyi，拳头在他x膛上用力的捶，被他握住了放在x口r0u。                                                                                                             “梁总裁是不是现在又亢奋了？有些话还是说清楚的好，我现在——不是很享受。”他终于放过了她发疼的舌，顾烟气喘吁吁的说。                                                                                                             梁飞凡扯开了她的衣服，在她x口啃着，气息不稳的叹：“记仇的小东西。”