Enchanted By His Charm

The night was quiet.

Not far from the landing window, the street lit a long string of red lights, and from his office, she could always see the city's prosperity under the night sky.

Irish sat up, only to find that she was covered with a man's coat, and picked it up. It was the coat that Joseph was wearing that day, and his smell was all over her body.

When did Irish fall asleep? She was ignorant.

The eyes swept on the pillow that had just been pillowed. This pillow was in the lounge. Did he give it to her?

There was a sound in the air, she protruded her head to look at him.

He was on the phone and talked about business. It was unclear what kind of schedule she heard because his voice was low, like having a fear of disturbing her.

She looked at the time, it was after nine o'clock in the evening.

He was still working.

It was just that Joseph seemed to have a different demagoguery in the night.

The way he answered the phone was charming, with a tall body leaning slightly against the back of his chair, holding his cell phone in one hand and gently rubbing his forehead in the other. He looked a little tired after working all day, but the tone was still decisive and unambiguous.

Just finishing the last phone call, he put down the phone, and the ringtone rang again.

Joseph quickly connected to the phone and looked at her side again, only to find that she was awake and was sitting on the sofa looking his way.

He smiled.

The corners of his lips rose slightly, and across each other's distance, the smile at the tip of his eyes and eyebrows circled dreamlike tenderness against the background of the night.

Irish hurriedly moved her eyes away and bowed her head to wear her shoes.

And Joseph did not deliberately lower his voice this time. After explaining the work with the normal volume, he got up and came to her side.

The lights in the office were dim, and there were only ground lights and neon lights outside the window.

When he came over, she had put on her shoes.

"Are you hungry?" he sat down with her and said with a smile.

Irish looked at him, and her brain was running fast.

This man was a little abnormal. First, she didn't attend the meeting, and then she fell asleep in his office, and he told her to listen to the new product in front of his subordinates, but she didn't and fell asleep.

But the man was still whispering to her, asking if she was hungry.

This was very abnormal.

Seeing her staring at him in a blink of an instant, Joseph smiled and rubbed her head with his hands raised. "Are you silly? I'm asking you something."

Irish reacted and shunned his hand.

She cleared her throat and squeezed a voice out of her throat. "Can I give some personal advice before you scold me?"

Joseph heard that, and his eyebrows were obviously confused.

Irish said without waiting for him to answer, "I remember you were finalizing the final spokesman. And you can use anyone, but you can't use Britney or Becky."

Seeing that he was laughing in his eyes, she immediately explained, "I am one of the board members, you admit, and I have a right to speak."

Joseph smiled widely, "Of course."

"Well. Do you agree?" Irish looked at him suspiciously.

When it came to business decisions, she knew that Joseph had never been rejected. What did he mean? He didn't blame her.

Joseph did not immediately give her an answer, but he unexpectedly approached her. She did not react for a moment, and it was the temperature of his breath that tickled her ears.

"Jealous?"

A little teasing, with an obvious desire.

Irish quickly flashed to one side, staring at him through the dim light, "I'm not that bored, I just put forward rational advice."

Joseph did not approach, leaning against the sofa, smiling at her, "Becky was considered a mental patient, and up to now, the media still focuses on her. Of course, the Runestone Group will avoid suspicion at this time, so what about Britney? What's the reason that you don't want to use her?"

"What's the reason you want to use white ice?" Irish asked back.

Joseph's lips curved into a smile. "Her image is good, and she is popular."

"You forgot to say one more thing." Irish had pink eyes and coldly said. "She's in good shape, too."

Joseph looked at her with a smile.

"I think you know that best." Irish was a little angry.

Joseph asked, "What do you mean I know best?"

"She's the one who's been with you for the longest time." Irish smiled. "Do you think I have to learn from her?"

Joseph looked at her with insight. "It looks like you know a lot."

"So many women have fallen in love with you."

Joseph's eyes were lazy, and when he saw her like a hedgehog. He leaned against the sofa. "Come here."

Why would he call her to go over there, and she had to listen to him?

Irish sat still.

He smiled, patting the sofa. "Come here. I have something important to tell you."

"I can hear everything here."

Joseph sighed, "I've been busy from morning to night, and now I'm running out of strength to talk. Come here."

Irish looked at him and saw that his eyebrows seemed tired, but she also felt that he was not lying, so she slowly advanced forward. He shook his head and sat next to her.

Trouble.

Irish directly got up and sat down next to him.

"Say it."

Joseph leaned against the sofa and looked at her.

Irish saw him silent for a long time, turned her head, and stared at him. After seeing that the corners of his lips obviously aroused a bad smile, she suddenly reacted. As soon as she got up, Joseph quickly grabbed her and clasped her into his arms.

"Let me go!" She knew she shouldn't trust him. She didn't have the strength. She couldn't break free from his arm.

Joseph clasped her waist, buried her cheek in her hair, and smiled beside her ear. "If you admit you're jealous, I'll let you go."

"Stop it and let me go." She turned her back to him, pulled it again and again, and felt something through the thin cloth, and his breath became heavy, and she blushed, and her heart jumped. "Joseph, am I jealous of that stupid thing?"

Joseph stared at her side face and did not speak.

She was so uncomfortable. He was staring at her. And then she quickly pulled off the subject. "Are you going to scold me next? Be in a hurry."

"Why should you be scolded?"

Irish was upset by the breath he had left behind and shunned a little. "Aren't you waiting for me to have a meeting?"

"That's what it was." Joseph was clear.

"What did you mean?"

She turned her head in surprise and looked into his eyes along his strong chest. Did the man turn good, or was he stimulated by some kind of thrill? He thought this was a little thing? Then why did he have a bad face? Daisy couldn't lie.

The two were very close.