My Sister is the Female Team Leader

The date with Park Seo-joon lasted until nearly midnight. Pei Xian never imagined that he would go shopping in Jiangnan with Park Seo-joon. He would eat and go shopping at the same time. It was almost midnight before he actually returned to his home.

In the past half of the night, apart from some New Year greetings, there was a message from my parents saying Happy New Year, and then it disappeared. What was expected was a message from Lin Xuanjun. Before Bae Zhuhyun came on the stage, he asked The stylist put no less than a dozen baby warmers on her clothes. Fortunately, she was thin, otherwise she would have looked completely different in the camera.

"It's really not easy for you to show off your strength in the middle of winter."

Looking at the replay on his phone, Pei Xian shook his hair that had not yet been dried. He walked out of the bathroom and took a look outside the room. The lights in the corridor were on, but he seemed to hear a voice coming from downstairs.

The floor-to-ceiling windows have not been opened and the door is closed. Is the wind blowing very hard?

still

"A burglar?"

Suddenly, something hit the stairs. This movement made Pei Xian put down his towel, took off the samurai sword hanging on the wall, and glanced sideways outside. He could see from the angle of the door. Went to the stairs, but didn't see anything.

no one?

Did something fall?

'boom'

There was another sound of something falling.

Pei Xian closed the door of the room and looked at the darkness on the other side of the stairs. He felt inexplicably afraid. When the wind from the vent blew in, the hairs on his arms stood up.

Haunted?

It is not impossible to believe this kind of thing. Pei Xian slowly pulled out the blade of the knife to give himself some sense of security. But before he could completely pull out the knife, he saw a black figure approaching on the other side of the stairs, and he felt grand in his heart. Under the circumstances, he didn't even hear the footsteps clearly.

He reached out and touched the wall, touched the light switch on the stairs, and pressed it hard.

The lights turned on in vain, and Pei Xian was stunned.

Park Soo-young, whom she had longed for, was now standing on the stairs, holding a large bag in her hand. She seemed to be startled, and she exclaimed and leaned against the wall, causing the bag she was carrying to fall off her shoulders. .

Pei Xian was so frightened that he dropped the katana in his hand and looked at her blankly, "Why did you come suddenly? No, at this time."

During the normal travel time, doesn’t their company still have a habit of having a dinner party after the New Year’s Eve trip? At this time, he shouldn't be here, and he walked in without anyone noticing.

A few meters away, Park Xiurong hadn't reacted yet and couldn't hear clearly what he said, but he could probably make a guess. He picked up his bag and walked to the third floor. He glanced at the samurai sword that fell on the ground and was speechless. The corners of his mouth twitched.

"So, do you think that on New Year's Eve, it's the first two hours of the new year, and someone who can run to your house and walk directly to your third floor is worthy of your knife?"

"Um, no"

Pei Xian blinked awkwardly, hurriedly picked up the sword and turned back into the room. He quickly put the scabbard and the knife back to their original positions. When he turned around, he saw her standing at the door of the room.

Park Xiurong looked at the shorts he was wearing. His bare upper body and half-wet hair meant that he had just finished taking a shower. No wonder he didn't hear him opening the door and coming in.

Putting down the bag in her hand, she took out a small box from her shoulder bag and handed it over, "This is for you, Happy New Year."

Pei Xian took a step closer and took the box out of curiosity. He opened it and saw that it was a round ring, but it had no pattern. It was a kind of ring but not the kind of ring he understood.

"ring"

"Someone told me that this thing can trap your boyfriend."

After saying that, Park Xiurong raised his eyebrows, looking like he wanted to trap him.

This person really has all kinds of interesting little ideas.

Pei Xian took out the ring, compared it with his fingers, and after thinking about it, he decided to wear it on the right finger. This action seemed very pleasing to Park Xiurong, and he stretched out his hand to stop Pei Xian before putting it on. His movements.

"Take a rope and string it together, it's too obvious."

They are all artists, so it is really inconvenient to bring such a flamboyant thing to public places. Even if it is worn in private, it will be inconvenient sometimes. When the news comes out, she doesn't know how to explain it.

Park Xiurong said these words silently in her heart. Seeing Pei Xian's confused expression, she smiled and tapped his chest, and drew a heart with her fingernails. The mark left was very clear, and she was deeply impressed by the company's fan service training. The drawn hearts are perfect.

Pei Xian looked down at his chest and couldn't help laughing. He took the shoulder bag from her hand, spread his hands and hugged her tightly.

"Hey" Pu Xiurong wanted to push but couldn't. With his hug, half of her face was pressed against his collarbone. The familiar scent of shower gel made people feel relaxed, but Pei Xian's hug was too tight, and his head They are all somewhat hypoxic.

"It's very cold outside, and your clothes are all icy." Pei Xian turned his head and rubbed her ear, like a big dog raised at home, clinging to her and refusing to let go.

Park Soo-young retorted, "Yeah, the clothes must be cold. Also, aren't you going to blow-dry your hair? If you don't dry it in time, you'll catch a cold easily. Let go."

Hearing what she said, Pei Xian let go of his hand, stretched out his hand to straighten the clothes he had messed up, and chuckled, "It smells like flowers, not like perfume. Hmm, buying flowers?"

"You have a really sharp nose, but you didn't buy them. They were flowers given by fans after our performance today. I brought them back to the dormitory before coming here."

"dormitory?"

"Hmm, but I escaped."

Otherwise, how could she come here and admire her boyfriend's figure unscrupulously.

Pei Xian stretched out his arm to close the door to the room, and turned on the light in the room. He seemed to be at ease. However, Pu Xiurong didn't like to see Pei Xian's expression of ease, but he really liked to see the way his ears turned red when he was teased. .

"The shorts look good." Her fingers deliberately hooked the string on the shorts, and she raised her head and smiled at him with an extra friendly smile, "Happy New Year, Xian."

"Happy New Year" Pei Xian's voice was light and airy, and he slowly walked towards the wall with his forehead against hers. He hugged her waist with a little force and picked her up easily.

The height of his gaze was different. Pu Xiurong gently tossed his hair, lowered his head and left a red lip mark on his forehead. "I came here not just to say Happy New Year."

Pei Xian raised his eyebrows, his eyes lit up, and the smile on his face was brighter than before. "That's okay, then we"

"I want to say that I feel like I can accept the proposal you mentioned before."

"ha?"

The good atmosphere came to an abrupt end. Pei Xian looked up and saw the sincerity and seriousness in Park Xiurong's eyes. He searched in his mind what proposals he had made to Park Xiurong in the past, and his memory temporarily stayed in the past.

Duffel bag, proposal, moving in together?

But they are artists, and they spend much more time traveling outside than at home. To be honest, this home is actually just a vacation residence.

"If you decide this way, I will be very happy and even happier. Does this mean that you don't plan to have a second choice besides me?"

"see your performance"

Pu Xiurong chuckled lightly. Seeing Pei Xian's unhappy expression, he pulled down the corner of his mouth and reached out to gently rub his face and hair, like soothing rice cakes.

16 years old, Lao Jiang ate too many soybeans and fried rice today. I hope my stomach can handle it today. I'm sorry for the late update. It wasn't my intention. It was my mother's order.