Do You Understand What I Mean?

"Of course not." Mo Yesi smiled. "You used to work with me at the company, too. Didn't we work well together? Moreover, with you around, I think I can work twice as well."

Qiao Mianmian smiled and hooked her arms around his neck. She tugged at his tie and made him lower his head. Then, she raised her head and kissed his sexy thin lips. "Alright, then I'll be your secretary. But is there a salary?"

The man lowered his head cooperatively and said affectionately, "Baby, isn't my money yours already? How much do you want?"

"I can ask for as much as I want? Aren't you afraid that I'll ask for an astronomical salary?"

"Mm, feel free." Mo Yesi felt the sweetness of the girl's lips. He narrowed his eyes and gently kissed her soft lips. His voice became low and hoarse. "Baby, I'm yours. I can give you my life, not to mention these worldly possessions…"

Qiao Mianmian opened her mouth and was about to say something when he kissed her.