When Deng Ziqi arrived at the office, she just happened to see the Oscar winner emerging, her pretty face flushed. Like any other female anchor, she was holding onto the wall as she walked. Even in her high heels, she was trembling slightly, looking like she'd been fucked hard.
Entering the office, the good ventilation system had already removed the scent of hormones, leaving no trace of any foul odor, and no trace of the intense battle just now.
Zhao An waved to Deng Ziqi, and when she came over, he immediately embraced her and sat on the sofa, stroking the beauty's waist. This petite beauty easily inspires a sense of conquest in a man, an urge to caress her, to pin her down and fuck her hard.
Deng Ziqi obediently let the man hold her, her delicate hand clasping Zhao An's neck. "Boss, what's going on?"
"When the new company opens, I'll organize an online concert. Prepare yourself. I'll have you sing a song for your new album. I've already written it, so just practice it. Don't miss out on other Cantonese songs, either. They're all great, but there aren't many good lyricists these days. The famous ones are simply too busy, and I don't have much time to write." Zhao An shared some of his plans.
The reason they chose to open the company at Haotuan was to advertise and boost its popularity. With this opportunity to promote their own business, why hire a celebrity?
Perhaps Zhao An had once been curious about celebrities and had a positive attitude towards them. But after becoming wealthy and interacting with more wealthy men, he realized that so-called celebrities were nothing more than fancy pots of sluts, and only for the wealthy. Those seemingly unattainable female celebrities who post photos with their husbands or boyfriends are nothing more than the harems of wealthy businessmen. They might be getting fucked just one moment, then feign nonchalance after receiving a call from their boyfriend, making it easier for their financial backers to get their hands on them.
All of this points to one thing: so-called celebrities are nothing more than high-end escorts, ready to be fucked if they have money.
So, to play with more women, all you need to do is make money, constantly make money, and the more money you make, the more women you can play with.
When she heard about the new song, Deng Ziqi's eyes lit up, and she said hurriedly, as if she couldn't wait any longer. "Boss, can I take a look?"
"Of course. Come on, you'll see." Zhao An played a song he sang, "Light Years Away," which was considered Deng Ziqi's peak work after her rise to fame.
As expected, Deng Ziqi's eyes lit up as soon as the music started. This beautiful melody could directly touch people's hearts. The lyrics are excellent, catchy yet a bit challenging, with a few vocal variations. Whether male or female, it sounds fantastic. A certain musical foundation is essential; otherwise, those with poor musical skills won't be able to follow along.
"Wow! Boss, this song is so powerful! You're amazing! You actually wrote such a brilliant song. You wrote the lyrics, composed the music, and sang it all by yourself. It's incredible! You're the best singer!" Deng Ziqi praised Zhao An unabashedly. Putting aside their relationship as superior and subordinate, she admired him personally. Besides his wealth, he was also incredibly talented. He even had a natural talent for singing, her favorite subject. He completely captivated her!
Looking at Deng Ziqi, whose mouth opened slightly in surprise, Zhao An couldn't resist and kissed her. Despite having previously released his passion on Gwyneth and her mother, his strong physique allowed him to quickly recover. Deng Ziqi wasn't faking it when she saw Gwyneth and the others holding onto the wall to leave. They couldn't even walk without the support of the wall, their genitals practically pierced through!
Deng Ziqi was kissed so hard she could barely breathe. This wasn't her first time, and she knew it would come to that sooner or later; it was only a matter of time before she was exploited.
After kissing for a full five minutes, Zhao An finally let her go. "Come in, I'll teach you to sing!"
What did you mean by singing lessons? This was definitely about losing your virginity! Taking advantage of Deng Ziqi's emotional state, losing her virginity at this moment would definitely leave a lasting impression!
"Okay, sure, boss!" Deng Ziqi had no right to object. Zhao An provided everything she wore, lived in, and used. This luxurious lifestyle had completely overwhelmed her. The commuting bus, living in a basement, and the hustle and bustle of finding a good apartment were all irrelevant to her.
It was only after seeing other women living even more miserable lives that Deng Ziqi cherished her life even more. Even if it meant sacrificing her body for such treatment, it was worth it.
Today, Deng Ziqi wore delicate, light makeup. Her round, chubby face was as delicate as a newborn baby's. Her face was charming and playful, her long eyelashes fluttering, gleaming with an alluring charm. A unique feminine aura washed over her. Every woman can be flirty; it's just a matter of trying to arouse a man's desire.
Under her shirt, she wore hot pants. Her beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, were clad in simple, fashionable high heels. Her slender toes were adorned with black manicures, giving her a mysterious and alluring look.
Seeing Deng Ziqi dressed like this, Zhao An's cock instantly became hard. He pushed Deng Ziqi's head down, "Suck it!"
Deng Ziqi obediently lay down on the bed, and Zhao An pulled off his pants. A massive, thick, python-like penis sprang out and smacked her in the face. The fishy-smelling cock, veins brimming with veins, throbbed with a powerful force.
Her small mouth opened, skillfully taking the man's glans into her mouth. She moved her head up and down, slowly taking the thick glans in, bit by bit. Her small tongue swirled nimbly around the glans, and she looked up at Zhao An. This expression and movement always filled a man with a unique sense of accomplishment.
"Hmm, you really know how to lick, haha! Lick it well, and I'm going to deflower you with this big cock later, little slut. Next time, I'll make you sing live with my cum in your mouth!" Zhao An suddenly thought of something fun, and his expression turned lustful!