Time and you are my fault

But this time, Zong Yanzu still didn't move.

"I'm not used to having outsiders around." He said lightly.

The physique teacher took a sip of water, and only then did he have the opportunity to take a good look at the man in front of him.

But it doesn't matter if you look at it, this face instantly overlaps with the face you met by chance...

The water bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and he looked at the man in astonishment.

"You are Zong..."

The tall and straight man's eyes tightened slightly, and he immediately stopped the teacher's next words.

The teacher was startled, what's going on?
I thought this man looked familiar just now, but he was busy with work and didn't think about it.

But looking at it this way, it's amazing!
As a personal stylist and body teacher, he has met many dignitaries and celebrities, and once met Zong Yanxi at a certain bigwig's family banquet.

The youngest daughter of the boss was his student. At that time, she threatened to train her body and figure to the extreme because she wanted to chase a man.

And this man who is pursued by the boss's daughter is the one in front of him!

But why did he come to be a model?

Isn't he a businessman?

For a while, the physique teacher didn't dare to speak.

Thinking about his words, he tentatively said, "Mr. Shi, you are also a model, why don't you test it yourself? I think this gentleman doesn't like strangers to approach him."

For a moment, the physique teacher felt the coldness on his shoulders, and it disappeared instantly.

He... guessed right?

This Mr. Zong, does he have an idea about this President Shi?
But he still doesn't understand how a good businessman can become a model.

Shi Yi frowned, thinking that it was already past the time to get off work, "Okay, then Mr. Jiang, you will leave the notebook, and I will trouble you for the training later."

"It should be." Teacher Jiang nodded, and then took another sneak look at Zong Yanxuan before leaving.

In the entire company, on the twelfth and thirteenth floors, there were only two people left.

Shi Yi glanced helplessly at Zong Yanzu, holding tools and a notebook, "Come with me."

He raised his eyebrows, "Where are you going?"

There was a bit of vigilance and playfulness in his tone.

Shi Yi opened the glass door, smiled strangely and said, "Go to my office."
He nodded and strode out.

Then I heard a gloomy voice coming from my ear, "Then unspoken rules for you."

The man stopped in his footsteps, his deep eyes suppressed a little bit of light, and said in a low voice, "It's as sweet as it is."

Shi Yi, "..."

Suddenly meeting those deep black pupils, her heart suddenly tightened.

Obviously she was the one who started talking, but in the end she couldn't stand his eyes, and she took the lead to look away.

At that moment, it seemed as if the only sound could be heard was the pounding of the heart more intensely than the sound.

Shi Yi's office is simply decorated, with an area of ​​about [-] square meters.

She put the tools and record manual in her hand on the coffee table, glanced at the man standing in front of the bookshelf, "Come here, take off your clothes."

The man came back to his senses and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Looking at the tips of her ears that were still flushed, the corners of the man's lips curled up slightly, and he walked up to her step by step with his long legs.

Wrapped in the familiar breath, she felt her heartbeat start to speed up again.

The man stood in front of her, pinching the pearly white buttons on the shirt with his slender fingers, and unbuttoned them one by one.

The man's slender neck, clear skin, and the texture of his chest came into view little by little.

She blinked her big eyes from time to time, feeling a little short of breath.

She turned around and touched her nose carefully. Fortunately, there was no nosebleed...

"Hurry up, take off your clothes and dawdle." Shi Yi couldn't stand his slow motion, it almost killed her, did this man deliberately torture her nerves here?

Strange to say, she has seen quite a few young bodies in the past few years, and many of them are young and fresh.

But at that time, she only felt seductive and had no other feelings.

But facing Zong Yanzu, she always felt that her heart would beat faster, and the air became unbearably hot.

Zong Yanchu stared at her with dark eyes, and took off his shirt under her gaze.

It's not exaggerated muscles to the extreme, but just the right kind of leanness.

The last time we slept together, Shi Yi didn't have the time to look carefully at all, but after looking at it today, she realized that this man has many scars on his body.

She stared at the lines on his arms and under his chest.

Seeing that she was motionless and her expression was dull, Zong Yanzu reached out and tapped her forehead, "Look again, the saliva is gone."

When Shi raised his head, he asked with complicated eyes, "How did you get those scars?"

"I accidentally hurt it." He said casually.

At the current stage, he really wants to continue contact with Shi Yi, but it is not yet time to openly talk about the past.

Or rather, he is still hesitating.

Haven't made a real decision yet.

"What about the tattoo on the wrist." She took a soft ruler and wrapped it around his waist, and Zong Yanzu also raised her arm cooperatively.

Shi Yi looked down at the numbers on the tape ruler and wrote them down in the notebook next to him.

There was no answer from the man for a long time. She looked up and saw him staring at the tattoo on his wrist in a daze.

That kind of look seems to miss a person through time.

This kind of cognition made Shi Yi tighten the pen in his hand.

An uncontrollable rage flooded in my heart.

Why does he have an inexplicable possessive desire for him...

What does his tattoo represent?
Representative's ex-wife?

Since you can't forget your ex-wife, and since there are traces of your ex-wife all over your body, why do you still tease her?

Shi Yi is not a fool, this man's attitude towards her allows her to easily detect his intentions.

Gritting her teeth, she circled his chest with a ruler, and she stopped asking.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence for a while.

Shi Yi worked in silence, his attitude became serious and professional, "Low your head."

He bent down in front of her, with a soft ruler wrapped around his head, the sound of her breathing in his ears, and her smell in his nose.

His hands couldn't help but want to hold her in his arms.

Can……

Finally held back.

"Pants are off." She looked at the remaining items on the form.

Waist, hip, leg circumference, and leg length.

The belt clicked, which was particularly abrupt in the silent room.

The zipper slides down, and then there is the sound of pant material rubbing against each other.

He sat on the sofa, took off his trousers, and stepped into the slippers she handed him.

After a while, let him stand up, then squat down, and continue to measure.

Although the atmosphere just now was a bit dull, at this moment, because they both realized this strange posture problem, both of them were stunned.

Shi Yi swallowed, trying to maintain a professional attitude, but the scene of that night was still rolling in his mind uncontrollably.

After measuring her hips, she measures her legs.

The hand reached under the man's leg, and the man was looking down at the top of her black hair.

With her movements, her hair fluttered slowly, and even if she didn't look directly at her, she could still see the light pink on her cheeks.

Zong Yanzu suddenly sat on the sofa, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wait a minute."