小乌酱黑白双丝交足视频

“Mr. Cheney, you can have your subordinate handle it. It’s just a phone call away.”

“Are you trying to interfere with my work?”

“No, I’m just making a suggestion.”

“Why should I listen to your suggestions?” Sylvan Cheney said lightly.

Jasmine Yale pushed him away: “I didn’t say you have to listen, I’ve said all I need to. If you don’t step back, Mr. Cheney, I can’t do anything about it. Only, I think if your wife and son were to see us like this, it might not look too good.”

She walked into the kitchen and took a few sips of water.

“Jasmine Yale, don’t be too smart for your own good.”

“Mr. Cheney, you can leave now. A man and a woman alone in a room, it doesn’t sound good.”

But Sylvan Cheney didn’t leave. Instead, he pushed open the door to her bedroom.

“Hey, Sylvan Cheney, how can you just barge into my room? I didn’t give you permission!”

Jasmine Yale rushed after him.

Sylvan Cheney grabbed her wrist, his face dark: “I can go wherever I want, including you.”

In an instant, Jasmine’s face turned red as blood, both angry and annoyed.

What is he saying!

Sylvan Cheney glanced around her bedroom, so small.

After a while, his gaze stopped.

He let go of Jasmine’s wrist and walked over to the desk.

On the desk, there was a beautiful gift box, and in the box, high heels.

“Who gave this?” Sylvan asked knowingly.

“Don’t touch it.” Jasmine rushed over, trying to wrestle it away from him, “My boyfriend gave it to me.”

“Oh?” Sylvan’s lips curled into a smirk.

Made Jasmine feel a chill down her spine: “Put it down.”

As soon as the words fell, Sylvan embraced her waist with one arm and threw her onto the bed, holding her shoulders down.

Then he squatted down.

With a stretch of his hand, he removed the flats from her feet.

“Hey, I’m not wearing them.”

Jasmine Yale’s feet twitched!

Sylvan Cheney gripped her ankle to stop her from struggling.

His palm was warm, and when it held her icy ankle, Jasmine’s body trembled as if it were electrified.

No one of the opposite gender had ever touched her foot before.

Her ankle was incredibly sensitive and she immediately grabbed the sheet tightly.

And gritted her teeth.

Sylvan Cheney reached for the white high heels on the table and held her ankle.

Jasmine’s foot resisted, not wanting to put them on.

“Sylvan Cheney, do you know what it means in my hometown when a man puts on a shoe for a woman?”

“What?”

Sylvan Cheney halted his movements, raised his head, and looked at her with dark, deep eyes.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, “It means he wants to marry her.”

“Oh, are you implying something?”

Sylvan Cheney’s head was slightly raised, his eyes burning.

“No!” Jasmine quickly waved her hands, she didn’t mean it at all, not at all! She bent over, trying to move his hand away, “What I mean is, Mr. Cheney, don’t put shoes on me. Ah…”

Sylvan Cheney applied force to his wrist and steadily put the high heels on her foot!

A moment later, he stood up, the corners of his lips slightly lifted.

Jasmine rubbed her ankle, shooting a disgusted glance at Sylvan Cheney.

Couldn’t he understand human language?

“Your boyfriend knows your shoe size quite well.” Sylvan Cheney looked down at her, “It seems he cares about you a lot.”

“If my boyfriend doesn’t care about me, who will.”

Sylvan Cheney leaned forward slightly, took her chin in his hand, “Am I not good to you?”

“Mr. Cheney, have you forgotten that you’ve told me to get lost numerous times?”

“Then why don’t you give me a demonstration.”

His slender fingers lightly stroked her chin, his eyes slightly narrowed..