Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife Chapter 1317: She Threatens Him (2)

Many people secretly like him, which is sothing Zhao ngjin knows. Especially after she brought Mrs. Zhao here for regular check-ups, she often saw so won intentionally loitering nearby. But Tang Sili usually ignored these people.

Is it because he is too arrogant, or is there another reason? Zhao ngjin couldn’t figure it out for the ti being.

Finally, Tang Sili felt that a gaze had continuously landed on his face, and after a while, it naturally made him a bit uncomfortable.

Holding a pen in his hand, he turned his head and glanced at her face, asking, "Why aren’t you speaking, Miss Zhao?"

"Am I bothering you?" Zhao ngjin asked cautiously.

He always maintained a good temper in such situations; as the employee of the boss, he had to be good-natured and patient with the boss’s relatives. "Is there anything with Mrs. Zhao that requires my attention?" he asked while preparing to rise.

Zhao ngjin shook her head hurriedly, "No."

"Then why are you standing here?" Tang Sili glanced at her again, as if puzzled, "There’s a sofa over there where you can sit. You can wait there comfortably. I’ll prescribe the dicine later and have soone deliver it directly. There’s no need for you to bother, Miss Zhao."

Under normal circumstances, Zhao ngjin would turn around and go sit on the sofa. But today, she seed to be motivated by sothing, perhaps because Ou Yanan called and made her aware again of what Ou Yanan had previously said and the urgency of ti. It forced her not to have ti to delay, using shyness as an excuse.

So, when Tang Sili finished speaking and turned his head back to continue working, a pair of small hands suddenly hugged his shoulders, taking him by surprise.

Her fingers were smooth as if boneless, sliding down the neck exposed above his white coat, touching his collarbone inside his clothes. This touch made Zhao ngjin’s cheeks blush first. Despite his seemingly thin physique, the difference in the structure of male and female bodies was evident, and it was clear that n’s bones were more robust and powerful when touched.

While she was feeling about in bewildernt, suddenly there was a loud sound that echoed in her ears, startling her.

He had picked up a notebook and slamd it on the table with force, as his cold voice rose, "Who taught you this?"

"No one taught ," Zhao ngjin replied.

"No one taught you?"

Judging by his tone, it was obvious that in his eyes, she was naïve to the point of being a fool. Doing such a thing could only be possible if soone instructed her.

Zhao ngjin’s hand continued to slide across his body, "No one needs to teach , it isn’t necessary, it’s sothing everyone understands without being taught."

"Miss Zhao, do you know where you are? I can accuse you of sexual harassnt and interference with dical activities, which are serious cris."

"I’m not afraid." She lowered her head to his shoulder, her falling hair brushing against his face, and even his breathing and mouth, "I only want—"

All she wanted was him, nothing else, just him. At that mont, a string of crazy thoughts flashed across her mind. She didn’t care about anything anymore; upon touching and contacting him, she was willing to rush forward like a moth to a fla.

As her fingers twisted on his buttons, Tang Sili still gazed steadily at a point in front, saying, "Musicians are inherently romantic sorts, without any apprehensions."

"You can think of it that way, Professor Tang." Murmuring softly, she suddenly lowered her head and pressed her lips onto his neck.

But he suddenly turned aside, effortlessly avoiding her lips, her fingers.