The Baby is Charming, the President Circles the Love

The result of the "temptation" of the shirt is to find a jacket to wear.

But where should I find a coat?

She also looked at his wardrobe just now. Apart from shirts, there were no coats at all. In my impression, this man is very particular about his clothes. He used to have two exclusive cloakrooms at home, but now...

Even if you come to city C on a business trip, your luggage won’t be so simple, right?

It's really not like him!

Song Qianying secretly cursed. In fact, how did she know that in this presidential suite, in addition to this symbolic wardrobe, there really was a cloakroom?

Just when she was feeling depressed, her slightly squinted eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the dark gray suit randomly placed on the sofa, and her originally dark eyes lit up instantly.

When the man returned to the room, a certain little woman was gone. Of course, also missing was the suit he had just worn last night, which was made by a famous Italian master.

"I borrowed the clothes, don't worry, I will return them!"

Looking at Juanxiu's handwriting on the sticky note, Huo Junyao narrowed his eyes and casually pressed a number on his phone...

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Song Qianying's rented place was not too far from the hotel, and it only took about ten minutes by bus. However, because she was penniless, she had to jog all the way back, which took more than forty minutes.

After entering the house, she hurriedly locked the door, then picked up a set of casual clothes and walked into the bathroom.

After being tortured by that wolf-like man all night, there was almost no part of her body that was not painful. In addition, she experienced such an "unforgettable" reunion when she just woke up. At this time, Song Qianying could only I feel extremely exhausted physically and mentally, and even breathing seems so laborious.

Standing in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but look at herself.

To be honest, Song Qianying is not petite, with a standard height of 1.67 meters. No matter where she goes, she looks like a clothes rack. However, when the man's dark gray suit is put on her, she feels like a child sneaking through an adult. Clothes illusion.

Hey, no wonder people looked at me so weirdly on the road just now. If it were her, if she saw a woman wearing a man's suit walking down the street on a hot day, she would probably look at her a few times.

After taking off her clothes, for fear of soiling his expensive suit and shirt, she had to find a clean bag and pack it carefully before turning on the shower and starting to take a shower.

The bruises on his body have not faded yet, and the scenes of passionate scenes in his mind hit him again uncontrollably...

Hey, Song Qianying, don’t think about it!

Annoyed, she patted her cheeks hard with cold water, trying to get rid of those scenes that made her blush and heartbeat. Unfortunately, she couldn't get rid of them. The man's growl and the woman's tenderness were all intertwined in her heart. , leaving indelible traces...

This bath took a long time, and it took so long that she sneezed twice in a row, and then she came back to her senses, hurriedly dried her body, put on clothes, and left the bathroom.

After hanging up the "borrowed" clothes one by one, Song Qianying caressed the fabric with excellent texture, her autumn-like eyes unconsciously showing a hint of loneliness and worry.

When he saw the note she left, Huo Junyao... he would be angry, right?

Based on how much he disliked her, she might even hold him accountable, but at that juncture, she really couldn't care so much, so she had no choice but to leave the note. After all, it looked like something of great value, and she It is absolutely impossible to really take it for yourself.

Song Qianying took a deep breath, her delicate little face couldn't help but press against the dark gray suit, and it seemed that she could still feel the faint smell of tobacco that was exclusive to him between her nose.

She had always been disgusted with men smoking, but she didn't seem to dislike his smell. Perhaps, this is what people say, love the house and the bird, right?

Yes, she loved him since she was eighteen years old, but why did he, the man engraved in her heart, hurt her so deeply...

Suddenly there was some acid reflux in my stomach, and it started to hurt a little bit. Oops, is the allergy to birth control pills starting to show up? Woohoo, she doesn't want to go to the hospital, what should she do?

Just as she was holding her heart and gasping for breath, a rapid knock on the door suddenly sounded.

On weekdays, almost no one knocks on her door. Oops, could it be...

Thinking of a certain possibility, Song Qianying's face instantly collapsed.

-End of this chapter-