Chapter 2 Easy to seduce

Manh Oanh softly hummed, sounding like a cat's meow. Hua Dien's movement slightly paused; immediately, he turned, embracing Manh Oanh as she sat on the billiard table. She slowly opened her eyes, looking at his hands supporting on both sides. He smiled but with a hint of mischief in his lips.

Manh Oanh blushed, hand resting behind her, and her long legs wrapped around his waist.

"What are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow, hoarsely asking.

"Why don't you tell me?" Her petite finger gently touched his face. He lowered his gaze, casually following her movements. His eyes trailed her finger, reaching the point where she had to touch his ear, and he slightly leaned down, avoiding her touch. Manh Oanh wanted to touch again, but he suddenly lowered himself, tilting his head to kiss her.

Manh Oanh's heart skipped a beat; she also leaned in, and her whole body heated up, accepting his kiss.

The world spun, and he held her hand, pulling it down.

Her intention was thwarted; with a sigh, a second later, she hugged his neck. Hua Dien opened his eyes, the icy glare in them. He pursed his lips, and his strong fingers pinched her chin, then he bit her earlobe. Manh Oanh's body trembled, half-opened her eyes, intoxicated once again.

In the chaos.

She softly asked a question, "Why can you touch my ear, but I can't touch yours?"

Hua Dien chuckled lightly, "What do you say?"

Her body moved back to avoid. He pursued without letting go. She quickly forgot about this issue.

After two hours.

Manh Oanh wiped her hair, wearing a nightgown, walking over. Looking at the empty living room, Hua Dien dressed neatly, leaning on the sofa, silver-rimmed glasses on his nose, long legs straight, typing erratically on the computer. Manh Oanh stood still for a while, glancing at herself, he dressed neatly, seemingly unrelated to the person who just did that with her.

She hung the towel over her face, sitting down next to him, leaning her head into the computer.

His fingertip paused, then continued. On the screen, there was a message from his assistant.

His assistant, Mr. Khau.

Khau's assistant: President Hua, do you really want to invest in that Virtual Reality film?

Khau's assistant: I know you want to promote Duong Dong, but the copyright is too expensive. Not only that, our domestic film technology is not suitable for that film.

Looking at this, Manh Oanh suddenly pulled her gaze away, holding her phone, opening the chat frame with Luu Can.

After that, she didn't know what to say.

Her mind was blank.

Duong Dong is the top actress in Hoa Anh, and her resources are all thanks to Hoa Anh's strong investment over the years.

This Virtual Reality novel is relatively troublesome. If not done well, it's just a waste of money and effort. Hua Dien wants to invest in

Duong Dong. Even if he loses, he still wants to invest. Her fingers trembled a bit.

Then she laughed bitterly for a moment.

She put her long legs up, like a child, continuing to press her mobile phone, not sending a message, just playing with it out of boredom. Beside her is a man with a cold and lustful appearance. When not doing that, he has a domineering look, a shirt missing a button, but for a few years, he can randomly see his majestic figure.

When he opened the shirt button, he just sat there, like smiling but not smiling, also very seductive.

Everyone wants to know what the CEO of Hoa Anh looks like.

Manh Oanh remembered eight years ago, right in front of the university in Le City. He broke the arm and leg of the so-called finance professor demon.

At that time, she fell in love with him at first sight. He wore a white shirt and black pants, twisted the arm of the old demon demon from

above, looking down at the old man's head trampled, the moaning sound echoed in the air, making the whole school horrified.

Later, he kicked the old demon out, picked up his glasses, wiped them slowly, and noticed her gaze. He looked at her, his eyes rising, and a low laughter rang out, "Have you seen enough of your studies?"

Drinking in one glance, a lifetime of drunkenness. And this intoxication of Manh Oanh has not escaped for eight years.

After that incident, she went to investigate his background and found that his identity was not a secret. He was the son of the Hua family

in Le City - Hua Dien, the dream lover of many girls.

This status is too high.

So high that she doesn't dare to ask for distant requests.

A hand grabbed her shoulder, the man pulled her into his arms, lowered his eyes, looked at her phone, "What are you doing?"

The gentle scent of grass on him emanated again. Manh Oanh tilted her head to look at him, her fingers lightly opened two buttons of his shirt collar, her eyes like smiling but not smiling, "Oh?"

Manh Oanh stopped, leaning into his chest.

His low laughter echoed, opening his hands, ignoring her actions, his lips smiling.

A second later, he jumped down, "Don't move, aren't you tired?"

"Just now, I begged you to spare me."

Manh Oanh stopped her movements. A second later, she hugged his neck, sitting on his lap. Hua Dien leaned against the chair, one hand supporting her waist, slightly tilting back, his eyes fell on her face, she lowered her head, her long hair, dropping a little down, the tip of her nose also carried a few strands of hair. Then, the red earring in her earhole peeked out from behind her hair, and his eyes couldn't help but look at her ear.

And yet he stared blankly, looking for a long time.

A second later, still in this posture, moving forward, kissing her earlobe. Manh Oanh trembled, grabbing his shoulder, she swallowed,

really wanting to ask.

Why did you choose to support Duong Dong?

In the end, she didn't ask, just said softly, "Today, I took photos with Duong Dong for the magazine."

Hua Dien frowned, paused, chin resting on her, lazily asking, "Hmm, what then?"

"She is a bit taller than me." Manh Oanh wanted to say that both she and Duong Dong were wearing black dresses. When they appeared in the magazine, they were compared. But thinking about it, she said it differently. Hua Dien lowered his glasses, and his fingertip moved slightly.