My Beloved

Someone knocked on the door. "Sir, it's me, Roosevelt. I have something to talk to you about the next project."

The couple in the room heard the voice through the intercom.

"!!!" Han Luo froze. Her head that was hazy in ecstasy and her mind which was drowning in pleasure became alerted. Her eyes gazed at the door. She was beyond terrified.

Mo Yuan growled. It felt like his cock was being bitten off. His teeth grazed her shoulder and bit her there.

Han Luo winced in pain, "Ow! Yuan! Let… let go… someone is at the door. They'll see us…" She panicked. Her heart was thumping loudly. She was so scared that she unintentionally and subconsciously tightened up inside.

On the contrary of her pleas, Mo Yuan didn't slow down let alone stop. Instead of stopping, he rammed wildly inside her, throwing her off with pleasure.

"Sir, are you there?" Roosevelt knocked on the door and asked. He seemed puzzled. He touched the doorknob and turned it around.

Han Luo noticed the doorknob was turning. Her heart dropped. Anxiety was built in her heart. Since she couldn't hold on to him, she squeezed him so tightly as though her life was depending on it.

"Ughh!" Mo Yuan let out a hot moan. His penis swelled up, and a liquid gushed out. It shot all over her lower part. Abnormal amounts of his thick semen filled her. It could be seen dripping.

At the same time, the euphoria rushed up and Han Luo climaxed along with him. Due to this intense exercise and being tensed during sex, her body collapsed. She didn't have any energy left to speak let alone move.

Mo Yuan panted heavily. His arms were wrapped around her sweaty body tightly. He placed his head on her shoulder and inhaled and exhaled.

They lost count of how much time had passed. Roosevelt didn't knock on the door anymore. Maybe he thought his boss wasn't present in his office; so he left.

Mo Yuan noticed that Han Luo closed her eyes and didn't open them again. He realized that she had fallen asleep.

He wiped sweat from his forehead. Afterward, he carried her to the couch and laid her down there. He covered her with the blanket he kept in the drawer.

He sat beside her and brushed her hair with his fingers. He observed her hair had gotten longer. He missed her long hair. He lowered his body and kissed her forehead.

Later, he picked out her clothes and placed them on the tea table that was beside the couch she was sleeping on. Then, he went to take a shower. He couldn't wear his pants anymore after they were soaked by their love juice. He was lucky that there was a set of clothes ready for him.

After changing clothes, he went out of his room. He didn't forget to lock the door before leaving.

"Boss…" Roosevelt saw him and called him. "I thought you left. What were you doing in the room?"

Mo Yuan quietly glanced at him. He didn't answer. He didn't have to tell his subordinates what he was doing in his office room.

Roosevelt might have guessed what his boss was thinking. He changed the subject instantly, "I needed to talk to you about the employees who were kicked out. Should I make the interns permanent employees?"

Mo Yuan pondered for a while before inquiring, "Do we have too much pressure?"

Roosevelt answered, "Not now but in spring we will be swimming in project proposals."

Mo Yuan instructed, "Then make half of the interns permanent in spring. Pick the best ones. Make sure they are not spies from other companies by the time they are working under us. Check out the other interns too. Let them work with new recruits. This way, all of them will get experience together."

Roosevelt remarked, "I will do as you said. About the next project…"

While they were talking, the secretary of Mo Yuan interrupted them. "Managing Direction, sorry to interrupt. There are some guests waiting for you. They are Sir Yujin Tang and Sir Sheng Ming Han."

Mo Yuan told her, "Let them wait in the waiting room."

"Waiting room?" The Secretary got confused. Usually, Mo Yuan would let them wait for him in his office since they were his best friends. She asked him, "What about your office?"

"No, in the waiting room." Mo Yuan would never let them see Han Luo's naked body in his office.

"Okay," the Secretary hesitated before agreeing.

Mo Yuan finished his short meeting with Roosevelt and then went to the top floor. The first one who attacked him was Han Sheng Ming but he blocked the punch with one hand.

"You jerk! Because of you, my baby sister is suffering!" Han Sheng Ming was fuming mad.

Mo Yuan calmly stated, "You should be glad that no outsider is here to listen to your words or Ah Luo would be facing real trouble."

Han Sheng Ming gritted his teeth. "You…"

"Now, now, you should sit down and have a chat." Tang Yujin came between the two and calmed down his friend.

"So how did you handle the problem?" Han Sheng Ming sat on the sofa and started to question his friend.

"I have my ways," Mo Yuan curtly replied.

"I've found something that may interest you." Tang Yujin gave him a file.

Mo Yuan opened the file. Looking at the content, he frowned. He heard Tang Yujin saying, "It looks like you had a spy in your company."

Mo Yuan commented, "Although I was expecting this, I didn't think this would turn out like that."

He touched a picture that was in the file. The picture was of Larry and Bridget. They were in a nightclub. It seemed they had a good time there.

"This is Larry again. Always bothering my little Luo Luo. I'll kill him if I catch him red-handed," Han Sheng Ming promised.

Mo Yuan remarked, "Before that, we should make a trap for him."