Before Weng Bihua could finish speaking, Wu Jian came out of the room.
"Honey, where's my suit? I need to wear it for tomorrow's meeting!"
"Oh, it's in the closet. Look more carefully."
"I can't find it!"
With a heavy sigh, Weng Bihua set the medicine down in front of Chen Bin.
"Minister Chen, as soon as Xiao Jie comes out, you both drink this medicine together."
With those words, she walked into the room.
A feeling of surviving disaster washed over Chen Bin, making him shiver uncontrollably.
He slipped his hand under the tablecloth, forcefully pressing down on Wu Jie's head.
In an instant, a flood of thick essence erupted from him.
"Mmm! *cough, cough*..."
The viscous, milky fluid spurted deep into her throat, making Wu Jie's whole body go limp and weak.
Only after he finished did Chen Bin pull his raging cock out of her mouth.
He collapsed onto the sofa, gasping hard for breath.
Wu Jie, having swallowed everything, quickly crawled out from under the table.
