Chapter 455 He Wants To Continue Kissing Her
eciding to call him. Maybe there really was something important going on.At that moment, the office door was pushed open and Leng Yechen walked in.He looked somewhat weary, as if he hadn't gone to sle...In the past, he had lavish birthday parties every year, with guests overflowing.
But this kind of cute and festive birthday, he was having for the first time.
Although these things seem rather childish, how could she think he was looking down on her
Tong Yimo was kissed by Leng Ye's cold lips, her legs went soft. If it wasn't for his arms circling her waist, she would have probably slumped to the floor long ago.
“Big brother——mmh—— ” She gasped for breath, and as he gave her space to catch it, she couldn't help but pant softly, “Don’t kiss me! Mmhh——”
Why can't he get enough of me
Um—
He still wanted to continue kissing her.
Just moments after parting, his lips pressed against hers once more, as if he were addicted to the kiss.
"Big brother, today is your birthday, you have to make a wish and blow out the candles!" Tong Yimo leaned back, dodging his kiss again.
Cold Night listened to her words, slightly loosened his grip, and smiled meaningfully: "Good! Today, I'll listen to you for everything!"
"Really" Tong Yimo was a little dubious. She had finally managed to distance herself from his fervent kiss. Her soft palm pressed lightly on his chest, preventing him from suddenly leaning in again.
"You don't believe me" He gazed into her bright, clear eyes, almost smiling, then grasped the small hand resting on his chest and said softly, "You can try. I obey orders one hundred percent."
"Then big brother has to make a wish, blow out the candles, and then cut the cake!" Tong Yimo suddenly beamed with delight and said sweetly.
Leng Ye Shen's heart secretly chuckled in the cold night.
He really lost to her!
"Good!" Leng Yechen let go of her, took her hand, and walked to the dining table together. Then he asked, "What should I do next"
"Put on your birthday hat!" Tong Yimo picked up the golden birthday crown from the table and, tiptoeing, placed it on Leng Yeshen's head. She couldn't help but laugh first herself.
It seems like...
Really…
Very childish!
Ha ha—
But, that's interesting!
The CEO of Leng Corporation, today was truly "played" by Tong Yimo.
"Big brother, big brother, let's take a picture!" Tong Yimo immediately took out her phone from her skirt pocket, switched it to selfie mode, and snuggled close to Leng Yechen's side. She held up the phone with one hand and made a scissor shape with the other.
Just as she pressed the shutter button, Leng Yechen leaned down slightly, tilting his head, and kissed her cheek with precision.
Tong Yimo was stunned by his touch. She turned her head to look at Leng Yeshen, only to see him raise an eyebrow and a smile appeared on his handsome face, full of doting love for her.
"I want Yimo to sing me a birthday song." Leng Yechen wrapped his arms around Tong Yimo's waist, leaning in and pressing his lips against her ear. He whispered softly, his voice so pleasant it could make your ears pregnant.
Tong Yimo grinned, her voice soft and sweet, as she sang: "Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you…"
The candlelight on the cake flickered gently, her voice sweet and lively, in the cold night her heart felt as if it were being wrapped slowly by a warm current...
After the birthday song was finished, she urged him to make a wish.
In the cold night, Leng Ye Shen embraced Tong Yi Mo in his arms, then clasped his hands together and slowly closed his eyes, silently making a wish.
His wish was...
I hope you have a healthy, happy, and fulfilling life with longevity.
In the cold night, Chen sunk his lips slightly, made a wish after that, he embraced her and blew out the candles together.
And the next moment, this little woman held in his arms was fidgeting restlessly.
"Strange I just put it here! How did it disappear" Tong Yimo slightly bent down, her eyes scanning every corner of the table left and right, then looking down to see if it had fallen.
As a result, her soft, rounded buttocks brushed quickly past his legs.
In almost an instant, he gasped in shock!
"Yimo, what are you looking for" Leng Ye pressed his lips together tightly, slightly lowering his eyes, his gaze scorchingly fixed on the little woman in his arms who had no idea she was causing him a physiological reaction.
Tong Yimo finally found the cake knife under a white napkin. She picked it up and handed it to Leng Yeshen, saying sweetly, "Big brother, you can cut the cake now!"
In the cold night, Leng Ye only held onto Tong Yimo's hand, guiding her cake knife across the cake.
"Want to know what wish I just made" he said, teasingly, as he cut the cake with her.
Tong Yimo slightly leaned her body, the unintentional friction beneath them caused a fine bead of sweat to appear on Leng Yechen's temple.
She turned her head back, a playful smile on her delicate face. Her eyes were curious as she looked at Leng Yechen and asked, "What is it"
As she finished speaking, she suddenly felt his grip on her hand tighten. His handsome face was etched with an uncertain expression, as if he was struggling to suppress some strange feeling.
"Big brother, you... what's wrong" Tong Yimo was stunned and asked unclearly, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere"
"I'm fine." Leng Yechen put on an air of nonchalance, but he could still hear that his voice had become hoarse to the extreme.
Tong Yi Mo looked at him with a guileless smile: "Are you feeling hot I can turn on the central air conditioning"
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