I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 470 - 331 Dance Troupe_2

Aside from these, Fang Minhui guessed that Shen Yuan might have other women, too, but she had always turned a blind eye.

Every time she thought about it, Fang Minhui felt a bit distressed. Who would want to share their man with other girls?

She never brought it up in front of Shen Yuan. On the one hand, she would feel aggrieved; on the other, Shen Yuan wouldn’t change anyway. It would only affect their relationship.

At this moment, Fang Minhui gently rested her cheek on Shen Yuan’s chest, silent.

Shen Yuan probably guessed what she was thinking. His hands took care of her round buttocks. At times like this, talking was useless; he could only teach her a lesson.

If one lesson didn’t work, then he would give her two.

The class belle had soft and elastic buttocks, which Shen Yuan molded into various shapes, caressing them while occasionally adding a pinch, slap, pat, or squeeze.

If her skirt was lifted at the moment, her originally fair and tender backside would surely have turned a bright red.

Gradually, Fang Minhui’s breathing became uneven, and a blush spread across her cheeks. She bit her lip, "Yuan Babe, you’re bullying me again. You said we were just going to take a nap together."

"This is my way of napping."

Having had his fill of her buttocks, Shen Yuan patted her thigh, signaling for her to stand up.

As seasoned partners in the game, a single gesture was enough to understand what the other wanted. Fang Minhui steadied herself on the couch and stood up before Shen Yuan.

She slowly peeled off her light yellow jacket, revealing glossy shoulders and a snow-white neckline.

Only then did Shen Yuan get a full view of her outfit.

It was a tight, light yellow dress, its U-shaped neckline opening so wide it revealed deep cleavage. The swelling mounds of flesh seemed about to burst out.

Without that little jacket, such a dress would definitely not be appropriate to wear outside.

Sleeves adorned her arms, serving as sun protection and decoration, accentuating the slenderness of her limbs.

The dress was made of a tight cotton material; a slight lift would make the hem reach a tantalizing height.

In short, the dress was very much to Shen Yuan’s taste.

"Very hot, I really like it."

Shen Yuan played with the hem of the dress, teasing glimpses of what seemed to be purple, or maybe black.

"Hmph, old pervert!"

Fang Minhui held down the hem to prevent it from being lifted and stepped back, chin up, "Do you want it?"

Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow, "You sure you want to play the teasing game with me?"

"I am playing. What about it!"

Fang Minhui said defiantly, still likely upset about the "Startup Base Selection" incident.

Shen Yuan didn’t react, simply lying down on the sofa and closing his eyes, "Then I’m really taking a nap."

Fang Minhui didn’t believe he would actually sleep, especially since this dress was so provocative and she had prepared it specifically for Shen Yuan.

After all, as poker partners for so long, Fang Minhui knew Shen Yuan’s lustful traits too well.

"I want to see how long you can pretend!"

Fang Minhui thought stubbornly but after a minute, Shen Yuan showed no reaction. Then two minutes, three minutes passed...

"Shen Yuan!"

Fang Minhui stomped over angrily, wanting to see if this big jerk had really fallen asleep.

She had barely approached when a hand pulled her over, throwing her off balance and directly into Shen Yuan’s arms.

"Jerk, always bullying me!"

Fang Minhui pouted her rosy lips and punched his chest forcefully.

"Little hottie, still want to challenge Daddy?"

Shen Yuan began lifting...

"Wait, not, not now."

Fang Minhui resisted Shen Yuan, feeling it was too soon for foreplay.

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Shen Yuan laughed, "We’re already this far, when else?"

"Uh... then you, you’re not allowed to call me a little hottie."

"Fine, I’ll call you a big hottie."

"That’s not allowed either!"

"How about little tease?"

"Not that either, nothing with ’hot’!"

"Enough talking, it’s time to show the real technique."

"What technique?"

"Riding skills!"

"..."

While the two indulged themselves, unbeknownst to them, a youthful face was pressed against the door, brows furrowed at times, fists clenched at others.

Behind her stood Fu Yingzi. Fu Yingzi patted her shoulder and then mouthed a few words without making a sound.

She was helpless, tasked by the boss to keep watch, but Qiao Lei insisted on eavesdropping despite warnings. If the boss found out, she’d surely have her wages docked.

"What’s so good about these sounds? You can’t see or touch."

Fu Yingzi couldn’t understand, but she didn’t want to offend Qiao Lei either, considering she was one of the boss’s "favorites."

Qiao Lei turned back, signaling "shh" with her finger. She wanted to continue listening.

That one time at the hotel entrance, Qiao Lei had seen Fang Minhui and didn’t expect that she indeed had an affair with Shen Yuan!

An affair was one thing, but doing such things in the office at the base?

There were dormitories in the front and classrooms in the back – so many eyes watching!

Senior Fu was also contributing to the delinquency, how could she stoop to keeping watch?

Hearing the words "riding skills" from inside, Qiao Lei’s heart tightened, for this was her weak point, her Achilles’ heel.

However, when the sounds of riding from inside changed from slow to fast, surging and receding, Qiao Lei was slightly startled.

Could it be that someone rode even better than Liew Menglu, that hottie?

"But rhythm doesn’t always mean endurance."

Qiao Lei listened patiently, waiting for Fang Minhui to falter.