Xinyao, when she heard the overbearing CEO's words, was a bit at a loss for words.
Whether he was bullying someone or being ridden like a horse, he was always the one who felt the most comfortable and had the most fun.
"Gah, ah... you're so bad..."
Cai Lan started to gasp for breath as Lin Zhenghui removed the cloth stuffed in her mouth, her chest heaving with each breath.
At the same time, Lin Zhenghui also untied her hands from the silk stockings, letting her counterattack the seasoned driver.
"I've already ordered sports cars for you all, and your rides will be back in a few days," Lin Zhenghui had promised to gift them a sports car worth several million yuan.
"Lie down, let me take care of you." Cai Lan took a wet wipe out of her bag, cleaned the blood off her legs, and began to service him passionately.
"How about it? Did the car vibrate?" Lin Zhenghui asked.
"No, the shock absorption is really good; there's no shaking at all," said Xinyao, the bodyguard and driver.
