Chief Emperor's lovely wife

Simuya's fingertips lingered on his lips, and the way he raised his hands faintly revealed infinite charm.

He looked at Jiang Xiaotong with a sneer of unknown meaning.

"Little sweet girl, let you choose one, either be my dance partner and accompany me to the ball, or..."

He paused as he spoke, the tip of his tongue lingered over his plump red lips, and her sweet taste seemed to remain on it.

"Or what?"

Jiang Xiaotong couldn't bear his half-sentence repression, so he couldn't wait to ask.

If there was a second choice, she would of course be willing to stay away from this terrifying man who sometimes makes people's hearts jump.

Simuya seemed to see through her thoughts, his peach blossom eyes squinted at her, and he smiled.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, he propped himself up and trapped her in a corner, and said forcefully:
"Either come home with me and be your bed partner!"

Depend on!
"Si Muya, you are shameless!"

Jiang Xiaotong exploded immediately, wishing he could kick the weak man in front of him away.

Her cheeks were swollen with anger, her eyes were full of anger, and she bared her teeth and claws. Simuya smiled and wanted to tease her even more.

He leaned over and approached her oppressively, and she shrank back like a mimosa whose leaves had been touched, avoiding her, her fair pink cheeks were flushed from anger or embarrassment.

As his handsome face approached inch by inch, she could feel the breath from his nostrils on her face, Simuya watched with satisfaction as her cheeks turned redder, as ripe as a cherry, making one want to take a bite.

Just when Jiang Xiaotong was about to be forced into a dead corner to resist, he suddenly whispered in a low voice that only the two of them could hear: "There is something even more shameless, do you want to try?"

"Bam—"

Jiang Xiaotong felt that a cannon went off in her mind, destroying her outlook and her eyes filled with silent tears.

It's unimaginable.

In my impression, officials are not all potbellied, bald and oily, and then they either speak righteously or are shrewd in calculations.

Why is it that the man on the opposite side is beautiful, but his behavior and style of doing things are not like an official at all!
rather like...

Jiang Xiaotong took a peek at Simuya's handsome face, and evilly said two words in his heart - Cowboy.

Yeah that's right.

It's the cowherd described in Qin Youyou's children's shoes for her, which is still the evil, enchanting, domineering and aggressive version.

Jiang Xiaotong asked Simuya weakly: "Assistant Si, you go your own way, do the leaders know?"

Simuya didn't know the strange positioning that Jiang Xiaotong had set for herself.

Glancing at her, he thought seriously, and finally nodded to Jiang Xiaotong, "Yes, I know."

Those old leaders above him did say the same about him.

But so what?He is Simuya, that's all.

It's just that in front of this little girl in front of him, the difference is that he is a little more free-wheeling.

Seeing that he was really serious, Jiang Xiaotong nodded in serious thought.

It's okay to be drunk.

In order not to accidentally touch the nerve of the man across from him and convulse, Jiang Xiaotong adjusted his breathing and tried his best not to laugh.

He also complimented him very seriously, "Assistant Si, your leader is very wise."

"..."

Simuya remained silent and didn't speak, his eyes fell to his side and after saying this, he buried his head in the silent little girl's knee.

Strange, a very normal sentence, why does he sound so awkward.

Also, why are her shoulders shaking so badly, is it cold?

"Xiaolu, turn off the air conditioner in the car." He casually ordered the driver in the driver's seat.

What kind of wind is blowing today?

Assistant Si, who has always been the one who can't stand the slightest bit of heat, actually asked him to turn off the air conditioner? !

The driver, Xiaolu, took a look at his assistant Si in the rearview mirror, seeing his peachy eyes flashing past him, he hurriedly turned off the air conditioner.

Seeing in the rearview mirror that Assistant Si took off his suit jacket and put it on that Miss Jiang, the driver understood Xiaolu.

It seems that it's not that the wind is impermanent today, but that the direction of the wind will change in the future...

Not to mention how Jiang Xiaotong, who was lying on his knees and giggling, felt when Simuya suddenly put a suit on his body, the car had already arrived at its destination unknowingly.

Before Jiang Xiaotong could ask where it was, she was dragged out of the car by Simuya, who forcibly walked into a building with her arms around her waist, and entered a place that seemed to be a private studio.

Then, like a Barbie doll, Jiang Xiaotong was dragged into the dressing room by two dedicated assistant girls, and started the dressing mode.

All kinds of evening dresses were brought into the fitting room, Jiang Xiaotong was threatened by Simuya, he went in and out again and again, and after trying on one, he was pulled out to give Simuya a review.

Simuya sat leisurely on the sofa, looking at the ever-changing Jiang Xiaotong, sometimes mocked her for having too small breasts, sometimes said that her buttocks were too flat, or that she had too many wisdom teeth and was not charming enough.

At the beginning Jiang Xiaotong was serious with him, but later he was so annoyed that he didn't even bother to say a word.

Hmph, anyway, sooner or later she must marry Lei Ting, beauty and ugliness she only cares about Lei Ting's feelings.

As for other people's eyes, what she looks like and what her figure has has nothing to do with her.

She doesn't care!
Ai Jia, the beauty boss and chief designer of this personal styling studio, watched the lively and interesting interaction between the two in silence.

When Jiang Xiaotong entered the fitting room again, she handed the freshly brewed coffee to Simuya.

Simuya took the coffee from Ai Jia, took a sip, freshly ground Blue Mountain with evaporated milk and no sugar added, the temperature was very hot, and the rich aroma dispersed in the air with the water vapor in the cup, he looked at her approvingly glance.

The two have known each other for more than ten years, and Ai Jia clearly understands his taste.

But I don't know when the special assistant Si, who has always been surrounded by beautiful and sexy beauties, has such a unique and fresh taste.

At least in so many years, it was the first time she saw him bring such an obviously underage little loli by his side.

Ai Jia sat beside him with her own cup of coffee, and asked casually, "Mu Ya, who is the little girl inside? Don't tell me which relative's little sister she is."

"Is she?" Simuya said as he glanced at the dressing room, he could hear the dissatisfied humming inside through the door.

In his mind, there was a rabbit who was being teased, angry and wanted to raise its paws to scratch people, but also had no courage.

With bright eyes, he gracefully stirred the coffee in his hand with a spoon.

"Jiang Xiaotong, just a rabbit with bluff and no fighting power."

His tone was frivolous and casual, but the more indifferent Ai Jia knew about Simuya, the more he seemed to care.

With a hint of strange emotion in her heart, Ai Jia quickly took a sip of coffee and suppressed it.

Seemingly casual, he said in a half-joking tone: "I didn't expect to see you in half a year. You came back from the provincial capital this time, and your taste changed so quickly."

Putting the coffee in his hand on the tea table in front, Simuya said pointedly: "The coffee is good, it's the taste I've always liked."

He likes the taste of Blue Mountain. The imported Blue Mountain coffee beans are ground in half an hour and cooked thoroughly in half an hour.

This was a habit he had already had when she met him.

Ai Jia didn't know when this habit was formed.

But she understood that after more than ten years of acquaintance, this is his taste that has never changed.

So, is the flavor in the fitting room the one he has always liked?
At this time, the door of the fitting room was suddenly pushed open, and two female assistants came out first.

"Miss Jiang, this dress was personally selected by Assistant Si, and it really matches you perfectly."

Jiang Xiaotong was wearing high heels in the fitting room, and the little assistant at the door with a ponytail supported Jiang Xiaotong's hand to help her stabilize her balance while praising her.

"Hmph, I tried more than a dozen pieces back and forth, and you all said that he picked them himself, but he rejected them all. It's because of his vision!"

Jiang Xiaotong's voice sounded annoyed and annoyed, but she was still pretty. While speaking, she put on her shoes and walked out with her skirt on her hem.

"Si Muya, let me tell you, I'll try this last one, and if you say no, I'll wear my school uniform to that stupid dance!"

If she tried this endlessly, she would be bored to death.

It's not that she married Lei Ting and tried on the wedding dress, she doesn't have the slightest patience now.

The corners of Simuya's lips twitched when he heard this, and he purposely annoyed her, "Why don't you say that it's because of your looks and body that you can't match..."

In the middle of the sentence, the second half of his sentence got stuck in his throat, and Taohua only had amazement in his eyes.

The above dozen or so dresses were actually chosen by Simuya to deliberately mess with Jiang Xiaotong. It was purely because the dinner was still early, to tease her.

Jiang Xiaotong's short black hair reaching the ears, and that baby-fat pink baby face, are not suitable for any kind of gentle or sexy long evening dress.

Wearing a short and cute pettiskirt to a charity gala looked too low and too immodest, so Simuya chose the one worn by Jiang Xiaotong.

When he saw the last light blue evening dress, he thought it would suit her, but he didn't expect that it would be so eye-catching when worn on her.

A water blue tube top half-length evening dress, combined with organza and satin, with a few light folds on the chest, the waist is tightened to look slender, with a full grip, the skirt under the waist is sometimes broken Star-sized Swarovski crystal diamonds are embellished.

The length of the skirt hangs exactly one inch above her feet, and there are specially designed notches on the left and right sides. As Jiang Xiaotong put on the pair of handmade crystal nude ankle high heels that matched the evening ceremony and walked out, the skirt trembled. The slender ankles are looming.

Under the light, the rhinestones on the skirt and the diamonds on the crystal shoes reflected pure white light, like a trembling galaxy as they walked, dazzling and eye-catching, but on the contrary, it even more set off the beauty and purity of Wang Yingyue in the night sky.

Simuya looked at Jiang Xiaotong who was walking towards him, her delicate and lovely face was not yet put on makeup, she was spotless and beautiful without makeup, as if she would be disillusioned at the touch of a touch.

Drenched in the political and sophisticated officialdom, Simuya is like a beast that hasn't seen the light for many years, suddenly illuminated by a cluster of flames, and a certain part of his heart is softer than ever before.

Ai Jia, who was equally astonished, woke up, looking at Simuya's peach blossom eyes that seemed to be drunk in old wine, her eyes couldn't help turning slightly red.

At this time, she finally understood what Simuya said earlier.

He has loved the taste of Blue Mountain for over a decade.

Even if you change to a better quality coffee, how delicate and delicate is the hand-grinding, how to add milk without adding sugar, what kind of temperature...

He only likes Blue Mountain, and only loves the unique and unrepeatable taste of Blue Mountain.

The little girl in front of him was the one and the person he loved the most.

So for so many years, Yanhuan was surrounded by thin and beautiful women like clouds, but he was never tempted.

Even though she was used to his heart wandering outside and chose to wait alone in place willingly, at this moment, there was a little unknown feeling in her heart.

She looked at Simuya who was back to his usual unruly and unruly manner, bickering with Jiang Xiaotong.

Ai Jia, who never dissected Bai Simuya's emotional life, suddenly wanted to know when exactly he met Jiang Xiaotong, and when... fell in love with her...