Me VS Crazy CEO's

Daddy Ji his tuyul

Ica dived to the outside of the car.

"I also said I was down in front of there earlier !" the Scourge of Ica on Jihad.

"It's good that I bring it to the office, abstain from men nurunin girls in the middle of the road, you're not a call girl !" answer Jihad.

"It's rich gini right I'm the hard one, if there are employees who see how?" ask Ica.

"Leave to say that nebeng bothered too much !" answer Jihad knocked Ica's head in agitation.

"Oh yes, "kek Ica. He then took off his seatbelt and wanted to get out of the luxury Jihad car.

"Eitz ! wait !" hold Jihad, hold his hand.

"What else ?" ask Ica.

"Is there a scene of say goodbye?" tanya Jihad raised her eyebrows while grinning.

"Once upon a time, rich moms study aja cipika cipiki ! ntar also met again in Dalem !" Ica replied, this girl is the most difficult to be invited romantic romantic.

"Cih, can not be invited romantic ! " say Jihad.

"You want to be romantic continue to date with poets there !" answer this girl with comfort.

"I'm waiting in the room, having breakfast together.I've finished !"

"really? what is loe pesen? I want that ballad seasoning, Ji !" bargain Ica.

"Udah was given anyway, I'm already pesen, the pokonya will eat only there ! don't be spoiled !" answer Jihad, he said he wanted to be romantic but himself like a dictator.

"Yes, I've been told to eat rice from my cat ! origin loe happy ! bye !" ica answered wanting to look, but he had not yet come out Ica turned back, he leaned in and kissed Jihad's left cheek. A gentle kiss that can make both warm in the morning.

"Wait for me," he said, the breath of the two of them clashing against each other's face bristling, sweet first-time sensation.

Ica then clasped her bag out of the Jihad car with her own blushing face.

"Be*go ! what is nyosor nyosor !" muttered.

"But, girl ! but I love !" kekeh Jihad's.

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Ica frowned, her stomach was already anchored. Indonesia's stomach can not only be stuffed with bread. Miss Warni does not know what, if this girl has not had breakfast rice, her boss even told her to clean the room first prospective secretary of the new Jihad.

He immediately entered the room of Jihad with his equipment.

"Old, "the murmur of Jihad.

"Bu Warni told me to finish the room in front !" show Ica to the room sebrang pak Muni room.

"Oh the secretary's room?" ask Jihad.

"Towels. I don't know ! ga kepo too !" Ica sat on the sofa next to the bookshelf. Jihad went up and sat down beside Ica.

"It's my secretary chick, you're mad, aren't you?" ask Jihad of the heart.

"You sissy can too, "Ica who stopped her activity smelling the smell of food in the lunchbox again smelled the fragrance.

"Loe's not jealous, is she ?!" ask Jihad again, Ica who is ready to prepare to put food into her mouth again paused.

"You said Dilan, jealousy is only for people who are not confident ! and at this time I have not felt it, my level of piety is still high.higher than this building, "Ica replied does not make Jihad satisfied with the answer.

"You're jealous, tell me, I'll change !" Ica squinted her eyes, staring at the sharp Jihad.

"Once again loe nanya, I kick until Gelora Bung Karno !" answer Ica.

"Hahahaha, yes ahhh ! yes, do not forget to pray "

"Before you say I've done'a meal first just now, when loe noisilyin new secretary !"

"I mean the other do'a !"

"What ?" ask Ica, what should all the short letters he read as well, let afdol.

"Do'a in that rice ga dikirasih pellet me !"

"It can be tuyul !" answer Jihad.

"Try this one, it must be different !" say Jihad.

Ica according and eat from the spoon of Jihad.

"Feel less, sweeter ?" ask Jihad.

"That's the same ahh !" answer Ica.

"Sweeter, it's mixed with my saliva on the spoon !" jihad's laughter tricked Ica.

"Njirrr, dikirain yes sweeter taste of the cuisine !" answer Ica.

"People will be suspicious if I often enter here a long time ago," said Ica.

"Speedly or later all will know, as smart as we keep the carcass will surely smell too, "

"And by then it's been smelled, I hope our status has changed !" back, continued the man.

"Ji, don't take me seriously, I'm confused about what to answer !" honestly speaking.

"When to campus? after you semester 3, try applying for work in another division that is more promising, so that our room can also be more tight. I cape must go to the clean room, far away !" lamented Jihad.

"Well, you're tired. How do you tell me every hour ! really really, baby, how could that be !" nagel Ica, Jihad chuckles.

"That's a punishment for you, because you can be happy here even without me, ahhh I can forget ! kemaren loe has been talking to me. And I haven't given you punishment for loe !" Ica was suddenly silent.

"Inget, you're joking daddy Ji !"

"What punishment, don't be heavy, I'm sick again this, uhukk !" Ica acted straight up.

"Eh tuyul, don't pretend ! you think I don't know it's just mode !" Jihad in the nose of Ica.

"With the new secretary, tomorrow is just working, there is only a Muni sir. Special today you become my secretary, I'm meeting to 3 places, while reviewing the company project !" answer Jihad.

"Huh?! but is there a Muni sir ?" ask Ica.

"Pak Muni is also coming, but I want to be won by my girl today, if in my office I can not be together with loe, loe, by being a sekertaria a day then you are always there the same me today ! later in the sun longer, "clearly Jihad.

"Curtain, pervert !" Ica hit Jihad's shoulder softly.

"But I don't know what kind of secretarial job it is !" the answer.

"Quite a minute, so my girl !"

"Cih, back again so nyi Blorong ! how will Muni? " ica dumel.

"Pak Muni will know, because he's my bridge if again kangen same loe !" answer Jihad, Ica nodded.

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"For Miss Warni, "

"For the sir, "the bow is respectful.

"Today the employee on behalf of Humaira Khairunisa I borrowed first" said Jihad who put his hand next to his pants pocket.

"Oh, what's wrong, sir ? did Ica make a mistake?" ask Ms. Warni to worry.

"Ah no, I asked him to accompany me today," replied Jihad, Miss Warni just dumbstruck not understand. There's a wind what his boss wants Ica to accompany him.

"Pak Muni, we go to the boutique for a bit, "pinta Jihad, Muni sir nodded from the front bench.

One fashionable clothing stel worn Ica, Jihad hugged her from behind, today Ica has pounded for the 2nd time.

"Beautiful !" whispered Jihad.

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