Since the meal has come, Song Qiyan will let her go for the time being. After all, only when she is full can she have the strength to do something else.
Qiao Qiao was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, her eyes were staring at the food in Song Qiyan's hand, and her throat unconsciously made a loud "gudong" sound.
Song Qiyan looked at her with a funny look: So hungry?
Qiao Qiao said aggrievedly: I’m not good at math, and I even let me listen to those messy data, which of course I have to consume more energy than usual.
Song Qiyan heard too much about her fallacies and was too lazy to refute her.As soon as she helped her set up the meal and knife and fork, Qiao Qiao couldn't wait to eat it, and she vaguely praised it while eating: It's delicious, this one is really delicious.
After a while, the plate came to the bottom.
She began to stare at Song Qiyan's plate, and the man gave her a little more when he saw this.
He eats slowly, moves elegantly, and looks like acting in a movie.
It was a coincidence that there was a floor-to-ceiling window next to the dining table, and the lush scenery outside became the best background board. Qiao Qiaotou once regretted that he did not learn to take photos with the photographer when he was at WAWA, otherwise this scene would have been forever preserved.
After waiting for Qiao Qiao to "disc" again, Song Qiyan put down his knife and fork. He asked: Are you full?
The tone of voice is extremely calm and the expression is as normal as usual, not like someone who wants to do anything obscene.
However, Qiao Qiao knew very well what dangers were hidden behind this ordinary sentence.
She moved her lips: Can't we... wait till night?
Song Qiyan: No.
Qiao Qiao: Then I still want to eat.
Song Qiyan stood up and took the plate from her: I can't eat it anymore.
Why Ah?The prisoner could still have a full meal of silence before returning to the West.
Song Qiyan said lightly: Because eating too much will cause your stomach.
Qiao Qiao:...
This is true, because Qiao Qiao realized it in a short while.
She was pressed on the dining bench by Song Qiyan, and her hands were weakly supported by the edge of the black walnut dining table, and her forehead was pressed against the beautiful floor-to-ceiling window glass that she had just sighed, with her legs wide open. From the reflection of the glass, she could see that scary thing in and out of her body.
Song Qiyan lowered his head and kissed her shoulder blades, and the corners of his eyes and nose were red with lust. I don’t know how many days I endured it. His movements were rough and anxious to lose his former self-pride, and he had to push to the deepest point every time.
Qiao Qiao frowned her eyebrows secretly, and her stomach... was so uncomfortable.
The impact was fierce and continuous, and although there was also pleasure, the discomfort seemed to be a little more.
The stomach bag seemed to be hit by an invisible fist at a certain frequency, and it was filled with food, which was like a turbulent feeling.
She gritted her teeth and endured for a while. Seeing that Song Qiyan had no intention of changing positions, she had to take the initiative to stop:
Change, change...
The man was in high spirits, so why would he let her go easily? He kissed her forehead perfunctorily, carried the person off the table, and sat on the stool, making it a pose for a woman to go up and down.
The genitals were lubricated by a large amount of honey liquid and squeezed into the small flower hole again, which was inserted deeper than before.
Qiao Qiao's stomach hurts even more.
Moreover, the effects of force are mutual, and the food you just ate also shows signs of reverse.She had no choice but to shut her mouth and hum with her nose.
Song Qiyan moved for a while and felt something was wrong and stopped: What's wrong with you?
Qiao Qiao squeezed words between her teeth: ...It's okay.
Song Qiyan turned her face and turned red, with tears still in her eyes.He started to touch Qiao Qiao's stomach, and just happened to touch the round hill.
Song Qiyan frowned: How can you support yourself like this?
Qiao Qiao felt wronged: It’s delicious.
Song Qiyan was silent for a while: You can digest food first.
After saying that, he forced himself to retreat from her body with strong self-control.
Oh... Qiao Qiao started performing. How embarrassed is this, aren't you feeling uncomfortable?
Before he finished speaking, the man suddenly pushed upwards, and the thick and long cock that had not yet been pulled out was buried in her body again and hit her stomach hard.
Hiccups, hiccups.Qiao Qiao was actually pushed to the point of hiccups.
Song Qiyan: Do you still want me to continue doing it?
Hiccup... no, no, hiccup.Give up immediately.
He moved to the bed and burped it non-stop. Qiao Qiao fed a big bottle of water, which only worked for ten seconds. After drinking the water, the burp continued again.
Song Qiyan came out of the bathroom and he took a cold shower, but after all, the arrow was on the string. It would be impossible to rely on cold water alone. It would take time. He could only wait for the heat of his body to slowly drop.
He threw the clothes on the ground to Qiao Qiao: Put them on.
Hiccup...why?
Go running.
ha?Qiao Qiao was so scared that he stopped hiccups. Why did he run?
Song Qiyan: I will give you food.
Qiao Qiao:...
The man did what he said and really led her to the gym upstairs.
Qiao Qiao was sad. She hated running the most. The creed of life is to lie down and never sit.
Moreover, I am not practicing normally, and I have to stop and take a breath when I run two steps. I will not die on the spot when I get on the treadmill.
Song Qiyan dragged a chair over, put his laptop on his knees, pointed to the treadmill and said: Go up, go first and then run, forty minutes.
Qiao Qiao was slow to go: Forty minutes is too long...
Song Qiyan: One hour.
Qiao Qiao: Forty-forty!
Song Qiyan: It's too late.
The treadmill started, Qiao Qiaosheng went up with no desire, watching the man adjust the time to 60 minutes.
It was actually quite boring to walk like this, and she started to cheat: It was unfair to run only by me.
Song Qiyan: I didn’t eat too much.
Qiao Qiao: It’s too boring to run alone. If you accompany me, I’m a little more energetic.
Song Qiyan: Do you want a sense of company?
Qiao Qiao: Yes.
She thought she could instigate Song Qiyan, but the man took out his cell phone and made a phone call. After a while, a group of people came in from outside, all wearing sports clothes and aquarius, and the leader was his assistant Xiao Wang.
This gym is not open to the public, and only a few people can use it in the entire building. When Qiao Qiao came in, it was as deserted as a large ice cellar. Then a dozen suddenly came, and the huge space was much more lively.
Xiao Wang approached Song Qiyan's side, and the executives behind him were all confused, not knowing what they were doing when they suddenly gathered in the gym in the afternoon.
Xiao Wang: Mr. Song, except Director Xiao, everyone has arrived, Director Xiao will come immediately.
Song Qiyan glanced at him: Run.
Xiao Wang got the order and made a gesture backwards. Everyone dispersed in formation, each with a treadmill, and ran without saying a word.
Qiao Qiao was originally the only person who lived in the same room with Song Qiyan, and now she became a prominent existence, because the speed of the others was either 8 or 10, and only she was slow and 4.
She was forced to be transferred to 6, barely reaching the public level.
Song Qiyan started to handle official duties like a ok person.
But with him being the "supervisor" next to him, even if he looked down and didn't even look at it, no employee dared to stumble.
Although I don’t know why Mr. Song asked them to exercise on a whim, but if there are any requirements, can they not be fulfilled?
So they all ran away desperately, for fear that Song Qiyan would not be remembered seriously.
A sense of company?As much as you want.
Mr. Song is sorry, I'm late.Something went wrong with a few parameters, I just finished modifying it.
Xiao Manyu arrived panting.
She was dressed cool and energetic. She had a tight short vest on her upper body, outlining her plump and round breast lines. Her cleavage was bottomless. As she moved, she jumped and trembled like two big white rabbits, and was about to burst out.
The lower body also chose tight quick-drying pants that showed off her figure very scheming. Her buttocks were tight and perky, and her long legs were sexy and charming. When she passed by the sweaty employees, several male executives looked straight.
Sure enough, cuteness is vulnerable to sexy. Ah, mature women are the truth, and the rest are cults.
Qiao Qiao felt a little sad. She looked down at her belly that was bulging and had a little fat due to her fullness. Then she looked at the vest line that Xiao Manyu inadvertently exposed, and became even more depressed.
Song Qiyan nodded slightly, and his eyes didn't move away from the computer screen: Well, go run.
Xiao Manyu didn't care, responded and got on a treadmill next to Qiao Qiao.
Everyone avoided the area near Qiaoqiao, but Xiao Manyu didn't care at all.
In fact, there are many things to choose. Xiao Manyu knew that Song Qiyan brought them to the gym abnormally, and his eyes would only chase Qiao Qiao.
Xiao Manyu is confident that she can surpass 95% of her figure, so she naturally has to choose a position close to Qiao Qiao, so that Song Qiyan will unconsciously notice her with a better figure every time she looks at Qiao Qiao.
If you have too many times, the balance in a man's heart will involuntarily tilt a little.
Before running, she did not forget to give Qiao Qiao a smile, showing her beautiful, generous and tolerant self. To put it bluntly, she did not regard Qiao Qiao as an opponent at all.
Seeing Xiao Manyu's long legs easily lifting and falling on the treadmill, and running so fast, Qiao Qiao gritted his teeth and turned up two more speeds, reaching 8.
8 It was indeed a bit difficult for her, and she was running at full speed. Her heart, lungs and liver were mobilized. The discomfort in her stomach had long been thrown out of the sky, and her mind was full of "I can do it if she can do it."
Unlike Qiao Qiao's embarrassment, Xiao Manyu only had a slight sweat on her forehead, hanging brightly on her skin, just rightly concave the shape of a sports beauty.
In just ten minutes, Qiao Qiao couldn't do it anymore. She shook her hand and pressed back 4, her eyes full of Venus.
Xiao Manyu sneered in her heart, and her level was comparable to mine.
Qiao Qiao was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, her eyes were staring at the food in Song Qiyan's hand, and her throat unconsciously made a loud "gudong" sound.
Song Qiyan looked at her with a funny look: So hungry?
Qiao Qiao said aggrievedly: I’m not good at math, and I even let me listen to those messy data, which of course I have to consume more energy than usual.
Song Qiyan heard too much about her fallacies and was too lazy to refute her.As soon as she helped her set up the meal and knife and fork, Qiao Qiao couldn't wait to eat it, and she vaguely praised it while eating: It's delicious, this one is really delicious.
After a while, the plate came to the bottom.
She began to stare at Song Qiyan's plate, and the man gave her a little more when he saw this.
He eats slowly, moves elegantly, and looks like acting in a movie.
It was a coincidence that there was a floor-to-ceiling window next to the dining table, and the lush scenery outside became the best background board. Qiao Qiaotou once regretted that he did not learn to take photos with the photographer when he was at WAWA, otherwise this scene would have been forever preserved.
After waiting for Qiao Qiao to "disc" again, Song Qiyan put down his knife and fork. He asked: Are you full?
The tone of voice is extremely calm and the expression is as normal as usual, not like someone who wants to do anything obscene.
However, Qiao Qiao knew very well what dangers were hidden behind this ordinary sentence.
She moved her lips: Can't we... wait till night?
Song Qiyan: No.
Qiao Qiao: Then I still want to eat.
Song Qiyan stood up and took the plate from her: I can't eat it anymore.
Why Ah?The prisoner could still have a full meal of silence before returning to the West.
Song Qiyan said lightly: Because eating too much will cause your stomach.
Qiao Qiao:...
This is true, because Qiao Qiao realized it in a short while.
She was pressed on the dining bench by Song Qiyan, and her hands were weakly supported by the edge of the black walnut dining table, and her forehead was pressed against the beautiful floor-to-ceiling window glass that she had just sighed, with her legs wide open. From the reflection of the glass, she could see that scary thing in and out of her body.
Song Qiyan lowered his head and kissed her shoulder blades, and the corners of his eyes and nose were red with lust. I don’t know how many days I endured it. His movements were rough and anxious to lose his former self-pride, and he had to push to the deepest point every time.
Qiao Qiao frowned her eyebrows secretly, and her stomach... was so uncomfortable.
The impact was fierce and continuous, and although there was also pleasure, the discomfort seemed to be a little more.
The stomach bag seemed to be hit by an invisible fist at a certain frequency, and it was filled with food, which was like a turbulent feeling.
She gritted her teeth and endured for a while. Seeing that Song Qiyan had no intention of changing positions, she had to take the initiative to stop:
Change, change...
The man was in high spirits, so why would he let her go easily? He kissed her forehead perfunctorily, carried the person off the table, and sat on the stool, making it a pose for a woman to go up and down.
The genitals were lubricated by a large amount of honey liquid and squeezed into the small flower hole again, which was inserted deeper than before.
Qiao Qiao's stomach hurts even more.
Moreover, the effects of force are mutual, and the food you just ate also shows signs of reverse.She had no choice but to shut her mouth and hum with her nose.
Song Qiyan moved for a while and felt something was wrong and stopped: What's wrong with you?
Qiao Qiao squeezed words between her teeth: ...It's okay.
Song Qiyan turned her face and turned red, with tears still in her eyes.He started to touch Qiao Qiao's stomach, and just happened to touch the round hill.
Song Qiyan frowned: How can you support yourself like this?
Qiao Qiao felt wronged: It’s delicious.
Song Qiyan was silent for a while: You can digest food first.
After saying that, he forced himself to retreat from her body with strong self-control.
Oh... Qiao Qiao started performing. How embarrassed is this, aren't you feeling uncomfortable?
Before he finished speaking, the man suddenly pushed upwards, and the thick and long cock that had not yet been pulled out was buried in her body again and hit her stomach hard.
Hiccups, hiccups.Qiao Qiao was actually pushed to the point of hiccups.
Song Qiyan: Do you still want me to continue doing it?
Hiccup... no, no, hiccup.Give up immediately.
He moved to the bed and burped it non-stop. Qiao Qiao fed a big bottle of water, which only worked for ten seconds. After drinking the water, the burp continued again.
Song Qiyan came out of the bathroom and he took a cold shower, but after all, the arrow was on the string. It would be impossible to rely on cold water alone. It would take time. He could only wait for the heat of his body to slowly drop.
He threw the clothes on the ground to Qiao Qiao: Put them on.
Hiccup...why?
Go running.
ha?Qiao Qiao was so scared that he stopped hiccups. Why did he run?
Song Qiyan: I will give you food.
Qiao Qiao:...
The man did what he said and really led her to the gym upstairs.
Qiao Qiao was sad. She hated running the most. The creed of life is to lie down and never sit.
Moreover, I am not practicing normally, and I have to stop and take a breath when I run two steps. I will not die on the spot when I get on the treadmill.
Song Qiyan dragged a chair over, put his laptop on his knees, pointed to the treadmill and said: Go up, go first and then run, forty minutes.
Qiao Qiao was slow to go: Forty minutes is too long...
Song Qiyan: One hour.
Qiao Qiao: Forty-forty!
Song Qiyan: It's too late.
The treadmill started, Qiao Qiaosheng went up with no desire, watching the man adjust the time to 60 minutes.
It was actually quite boring to walk like this, and she started to cheat: It was unfair to run only by me.
Song Qiyan: I didn’t eat too much.
Qiao Qiao: It’s too boring to run alone. If you accompany me, I’m a little more energetic.
Song Qiyan: Do you want a sense of company?
Qiao Qiao: Yes.
She thought she could instigate Song Qiyan, but the man took out his cell phone and made a phone call. After a while, a group of people came in from outside, all wearing sports clothes and aquarius, and the leader was his assistant Xiao Wang.
This gym is not open to the public, and only a few people can use it in the entire building. When Qiao Qiao came in, it was as deserted as a large ice cellar. Then a dozen suddenly came, and the huge space was much more lively.
Xiao Wang approached Song Qiyan's side, and the executives behind him were all confused, not knowing what they were doing when they suddenly gathered in the gym in the afternoon.
Xiao Wang: Mr. Song, except Director Xiao, everyone has arrived, Director Xiao will come immediately.
Song Qiyan glanced at him: Run.
Xiao Wang got the order and made a gesture backwards. Everyone dispersed in formation, each with a treadmill, and ran without saying a word.
Qiao Qiao was originally the only person who lived in the same room with Song Qiyan, and now she became a prominent existence, because the speed of the others was either 8 or 10, and only she was slow and 4.
She was forced to be transferred to 6, barely reaching the public level.
Song Qiyan started to handle official duties like a ok person.
But with him being the "supervisor" next to him, even if he looked down and didn't even look at it, no employee dared to stumble.
Although I don’t know why Mr. Song asked them to exercise on a whim, but if there are any requirements, can they not be fulfilled?
So they all ran away desperately, for fear that Song Qiyan would not be remembered seriously.
A sense of company?As much as you want.
Mr. Song is sorry, I'm late.Something went wrong with a few parameters, I just finished modifying it.
Xiao Manyu arrived panting.
She was dressed cool and energetic. She had a tight short vest on her upper body, outlining her plump and round breast lines. Her cleavage was bottomless. As she moved, she jumped and trembled like two big white rabbits, and was about to burst out.
The lower body also chose tight quick-drying pants that showed off her figure very scheming. Her buttocks were tight and perky, and her long legs were sexy and charming. When she passed by the sweaty employees, several male executives looked straight.
Sure enough, cuteness is vulnerable to sexy. Ah, mature women are the truth, and the rest are cults.
Qiao Qiao felt a little sad. She looked down at her belly that was bulging and had a little fat due to her fullness. Then she looked at the vest line that Xiao Manyu inadvertently exposed, and became even more depressed.
Song Qiyan nodded slightly, and his eyes didn't move away from the computer screen: Well, go run.
Xiao Manyu didn't care, responded and got on a treadmill next to Qiao Qiao.
Everyone avoided the area near Qiaoqiao, but Xiao Manyu didn't care at all.
In fact, there are many things to choose. Xiao Manyu knew that Song Qiyan brought them to the gym abnormally, and his eyes would only chase Qiao Qiao.
Xiao Manyu is confident that she can surpass 95% of her figure, so she naturally has to choose a position close to Qiao Qiao, so that Song Qiyan will unconsciously notice her with a better figure every time she looks at Qiao Qiao.
If you have too many times, the balance in a man's heart will involuntarily tilt a little.
Before running, she did not forget to give Qiao Qiao a smile, showing her beautiful, generous and tolerant self. To put it bluntly, she did not regard Qiao Qiao as an opponent at all.
Seeing Xiao Manyu's long legs easily lifting and falling on the treadmill, and running so fast, Qiao Qiao gritted his teeth and turned up two more speeds, reaching 8.
8 It was indeed a bit difficult for her, and she was running at full speed. Her heart, lungs and liver were mobilized. The discomfort in her stomach had long been thrown out of the sky, and her mind was full of "I can do it if she can do it."
Unlike Qiao Qiao's embarrassment, Xiao Manyu only had a slight sweat on her forehead, hanging brightly on her skin, just rightly concave the shape of a sports beauty.
In just ten minutes, Qiao Qiao couldn't do it anymore. She shook her hand and pressed back 4, her eyes full of Venus.
Xiao Manyu sneered in her heart, and her level was comparable to mine.
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