Quan Jingwu took the document from her hands, didn't even look at it, and casually tossed it on the table.
Then, he reached out and gripped her wrist, gently pulling her into his embrace.
Jian Qing ended up sitting on his lap, she looked up at him, "Slacking off during work hours isn't a good habit."
"Combining work and leisure is the real principle." His large hand held her waist, his lips curling into a smile.
Such nonsense!
Jian Qing silently cursed in her heart.
"Aren't we in a meeting?" She asked.
"We still have fifteen minutes."
Jian Qing acknowledged it, seeing the unprocessed documents on the table, she suggested, "Then you should hurry up and deal with the documents, and accompany me for hotpot tonight."
"No hurry." His gaze fell on her red lips, a trace of deep color flashing in his eyes.
With that, his cool fingertips sneaked under her clothes. Jian Qing tensed up, immediately sensing trouble.
