Song Heng was applying handmade soap, which was made by Lu Xinting herself. The pink love soap was very interesting in the man's hand.
He lowered his head and applied the soap carefully from his abdominal muscles down, "What?"
"I was trying to help Ning Ning, but Gu Zhiyin found out."
Song Heng froze.
What comes to mind in an instant.
The soap flew out of his hand.
"Pop" hit the door, almost hitting Lu Xinting.
Lu Xinting was stunned for a moment, with a face full of surprise, "You don't have to react so much, do you?"
Song Heng was confused, "I'm sorry, I..."
Lu Xinting looked at him speechlessly for a while, "You take a shower first."
After saying that she went out, Song Heng's heart suddenly twitched. He quickly flushed the water, pulled off the towel, and walked out of the bathroom quickly while wiping the water.
Lu Xinting raised her eyebrows when she saw that he was so wet that he didn't even have time to wrap himself in a towel.
Why is Monkey so anxious and so afraid of Gu Zhiyin?
Just as Song Heng was about to speak, Lu Xinting patted the edge of the bed and said, "Sit down."
He paused and sat down obediently.
Lu Xinting took the towel away from his hand, wiped his hair, and threw it under him, "Don't you know you're naked?"
Song Heng was instantly embarrassed. Although it was not unusual for them to be naked like this, it was not good to be so arrogant. He pursed his lips and shook out the towel to cover it.
Lu Xinting took the hair dryer and knelt on the bed to dry his hair.
After blowing her hair, Lu Xinting unplugged the hair dryer.
Song Heng called her softly, "Xinxin..."
"What's wrong?"
"Are you still angry?"
"I'm not angry..." Lu Xinting paused, "Oh, so you're in such a hurry to finish taking a shower without wiping your hair, are you afraid that I'll be angry?"
He nodded without knowing how to hide it.
"What a fool."
Lu Xinting felt soft in her heart and sat cross-legged next to him, "The soap didn't hit me. Even if it did hit me, I won't argue with you. The most I will do is..."
Before she finished speaking, Song Heng looked at her doubtfully, "What's going on?"
She threw herself into his arms with a smile, "Go in and eat you!"
She pulled off his bath towel and said, "Don't cover this thing here in the future."
"That's not what you said..."
"I'm just reminding you, I didn't ask you to cover it up."
Song Heng thought for a while and nodded.
He lay on the bed and let Lu Xinting do whatever she wanted, "Xinxin, aren't you afraid of Master Gu?"
Lu Xinting was sweating on him, "I'm asking for leave tomorrow."
Ask for leave?
This is a good idea.
Lu Xinting gasped twice, and Jiaojiao called him softly, "Brother Song."
"Huh?" Song Heng couldn't help but breathe quickly.
Every time she calls him like this, he feels it specially.
"I want to give you something."
"What?"
Lu Xinting stopped, leaned forward, opened the drawer, and took out a suit.
Packaged in transparent bags.
Although he didn't open it, Song Heng had a gut feeling that it wasn't a good thing.
"Next time you cook, wear this instead of clothes."
Song Heng:......
He has seen black, furry, cat ears...
"No."
Lu Xinting saw such a word coming out of his lips.
She narrowed her eyes, "You dare to reject me?"
Facing her cooling eyes, Song Heng's heart twitched and his momentum suddenly disappeared.
He begged hoarsely.
"Don't... Xinxin, I don't want to..."
Wear that.
He would rather die.
Lu Xinting sat straddling him condescendingly. When she saw him raising the back of his hands to cover his eyes, the roots of his neck were red.
"Don't be nervous, Brother Song, it's not as difficult as you think."
"No, don't force me..."
He spoke harshly, but his face turned red.
Lu Xinting couldn't help laughing, and twisted her waist happily, "Brother Song is so cute, I want you to wear it even more."
Lu Xinting took away his hand, lowered her head and kissed his eyelids, the bridge of his nose, and his pursed lips.
His tense body was shaking with every kiss.
Lu Xinting smiled even more happily, her heart was trembling. She held his face and pressed it against his forehead with anticipation.
"Brother Song, one day, I will let you wear it for me willingly."
Song Heng turned his face away in embarrassment and took one more look. He was afraid that he would collapse in shame and anger.
Lu Xinting liked his appearance so much, it seemed to have opened up some new areas for him.
"Okay, focus now, you don't want to make me uncomfortable, do you?"
Song Heng closed his eyes, concentrated his energy, and wanted to make her feel comfortable.
But he couldn't help but be distracted, his mouth was dry, and his body was extremely hot.
After a long time, he suddenly spoke softly, "Xinxin, will you be happy?"
"What?"
"Wear that..."
"of course."
He closed his eyes in resignation and nodded, "Okay."
If she likes it, he is willing to give her anything, even if it just makes her smile.
The next day, Song Heng did not go to work.
Said he was...sick.
Gu Zhiyin sneered, it was just the right time to get sick!
Lu Xinting was very good at leading Ning Ning into trouble, and even abducted his subordinates.
He called Jiang Yue, and Jiang Yue said a lot of good things about Lu Xinting, saying that she was efficient, capable, and had a certain way of dealing with people. He took her out to socialize, coaxing the other boss to be delighted, and signed the contract immediately.
Jiang Yue was obviously on Lu Xinting's side, "What's wrong? Why did you call her to ask her?"
Gu Zhiyin didn't say anything and hung up the phone.
He opened the curtains and saw Mu Ning through the viewing glass.
A group of people surrounded her, chattering without knowing what they were saying.
Mu Ning was wearing a white skirt, smiling a little shyly, her fair face glowing with an attractive pink color.
After making up last night, Gu Zhiyin's mood improved a lot, his breath was no longer cold and oppressive, and his whole body felt like a spring breeze.
He raised his lips in pleasure, when someone knocked on the office door.
He closed the curtains, and his noble face returned to indifference, "Come in."
The director of the finance department came over to deliver the report, and when he saw Gu Zhiyin, his face was full of shyness.
A thirty-year-old single woman, she has been secretly in love with Gu Zhiyin for a long time. I heard that Mu Ning is very favored by Gu Zhiyin because Gu Zhiyin likes girls in white skirts.
She also followed suit, wearing a white dress today and dazzling in front of Gu Zhiyin.
"Mr. Gu, the marketing form you want."
Gu Zhiyin didn't answer, he just raised his eyelids and looked at her indifferently, "The company regulations state that if you don't wear work clothes, how much is the fine?"
The Finance Minister shook his shoulders, "But Mr. Gu... Mu Ning didn't wear anything either."
"She is her, you are you."
Gu Zhiyin got through the company's internal line in front of the finance minister, "Except for Mu Ning, whoever wears a white skirt in the company should get out of here!"
The Minister of Finance's face turned pale. Embarrassment and embarrassment could no longer describe her mood at this time. She was scared to death!
Gu Zhiyin frowned in disgust when he saw her, "Why don't you get out?"
The finance minister clutched the report and ran away.
Gu Zhiyin frowned and lit a cigarette in frustration.
WTF? Can anyone wear that?
Gu Zhiyin leaned back on his chair, looked up at the misty smoke in the sky, and his thoughts went back to several years ago.
That year, Mu Ning had just turned fourteen, which happened to be her junior high school graduation ceremony.
He was discussing a project abroad that day, and the little girl called him and timidly invited him to participate.
That night he rushed back all night, and when he arrived, she happened to be on stage.
She was wearing a white dress, sitting in front of the piano, a spotlight shining on her.
She is like a glowing elf, dancing under the light.
What she played was a piece he had played countless times.
"Dream Wedding"
Even though he played it countless times, he only played it to her.
She was little, sitting on his lap, and he was playing the melody that he knew with his eyes closed.
He hadn't taught her the piece.
Unexpectedly, she memorized it and learned it secretly.
Her fingers danced on the black and white keys while searching for something in the dark auditorium.
Gu Zhiyin felt that at that moment, she must be looking for him.
Ask him why he likes white skirts.
He would answer – it’s obsession.
The obsession that Mu Ning planted in him when he was fourteen years old.
…
Gu Zhiyin finished smoking a cigarette, opened the curtains, leaned back lazily on the chair, and admired his little girl.
A group of people were complimenting Mu Ning, because everyone saw Mu Ning being dragged away by Gu Zhiyin last night.
