Zhuo Junyue walked over quietly, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth, "Wife, having fun?"
Su Ningyan had just finished spinning around, when she saw Zhuo Junyue, she looked like a guilty elementary school student caught by the teacher in public.
"You ... Why don't you make a sound when you walk?"
"I thought my chair was too comfortable. My wife was playing happily and didn't even hear me come in."
Su Ningyan got up and walked over, "Let's eat now; the food has gotten cold."
Zhuo Junyue felt there was something more important to do than eating.
He hugged Su Ningyan's waist and casually swept the files on the large office table to one side.
If Su Ningyan didn't know what he was planning to do, then her time spent sleeping with Zhuo Junyue had been wasted.
She quickly pressed down his hand, "Husband, let's eat first..."
And besides, what if someone walked into the office?
"I'm hungrier down here and wife, your arrival is timely. I was just thinking of you."
