The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

Xiao Chuchu walked to the side to take a shower, put on her bathrobe after washing her hair and went out.

All the interesting people left, and Beichen Yuqing lost her mind to continue taking a bath.

The two came out one after another.

Xiao Chuchu was sitting in front of her dressing, blowing her hair with a hair dryer. She saw Beichen Yuqing picked up her phone and tapped a few times from the mirror.

Two minutes later, he walked to the door and took the bag from Dick.

"clothing."

He put the bag in front of her, then reached out to take the hair dryer in her hand, tried the heat of the wind on his palm, and immediately growled, "The temperature is so high, I'm not afraid of your scalp being burned!"

Xiao Chuchu frowned, she thought it was troublesome to blow-dry her hair, she held the hair dryer with one hand, and stroked her hair back and forth with the other, which was very annoying.

She has always turned the wind temperature to the maximum, so that she can finish drying her hair quickly, saving time and effort.

"The temperature is high and it dries quickly, and it doesn't burn you, so why bother so much!"

She got up and reached out to grab the hair dryer, but he lifted it up with one long arm, and held her shoulder with the other palm to hold her back, "Sit down and enjoy your treatment."

Beichen Yuqing brought the temperature-adjusted hair dryer closer to her hair again.

Xiao Chuchu pursed her lips and looked at her and him in the mirror.

She felt the gentle wind on her hair, and her fingers gently scraped the roots of her hair. She was a little absent-minded for a while...

The blue eyes under his thick black sword eyebrows had a gentle expression, and he meticulously brushed her soft hair.

From time to time, she would raise her eyes to look at her in the mirror, and her thin lips curled up nicely.

After blowing her hair, she didn't let him comb her hair, and wanted to drive him out so that she could change her clothes.

Beichen Yuqing refused to leave, and deliberately stood within the range displayed by the mirror and changed her clothes generously.

Xiao Chuchu's face turned red, she glared at him, picked up her clothes and went to the next room to change.

*

Song Yelin, who hadn't slept all night, made an appointment for a beauty treatment at ten o'clock in the morning.

Before that, she was only thinking about that perfect man Beichen Yuqing, with his tall figure, deep eyes, straight nose, and his innate arrogance.

It was too much for her to resist.

But after thinking about it, the scene of Xiao Chuchu standing beside him appeared in his mind.

Feeling more and more jealous.

She took out her mobile phone, transferred a sum of money to the waiter who helped her inquire about the news, and asked him to ask if Beichen Yuqing had left the hotel?

The waiter was reluctant at first, but he didn't dare to offend him after all.

Song Yelin was also generous, adding double the money.

Seeing that Qian was open-eyed, he should have complied, but the request was too risky. In case of being caught, he would not protect her.

She had no choice but to agree to his request.

After dressing up at seven o'clock, she went out and drove for nearly an hour to arrive near the hotel.

Sitting in the car and staring at the phone, waiting for the waiter to reply.

Just when she was impatient and wanted to send him a questioning message, the other party replied her with three words: Did not leave.

Song Yelin jumped up immediately, her brows raised high.

I drove to the hotel parking lot, and before getting out of the car, I put a layer of powder on my face and reapplied color on my lips.

Stepping on 8cm high heels, she picked up her newly bought bag and entered the hotel.

The Renaissance Hotel is also a place where the rich son often haunts.

Song Yelin is 1 meters tall, and she is very good at dressing up. She is a beautiful beauty, and she often turns heads when she walks on the road.

While waiting for the elevator, she stood there and someone came up to her and asked for her contact information.

She politely refused.

After the elevator door opened, she was so focused on going upstairs to see Beichen Yuqing that she didn't notice the person coming out of the elevator at all.

"Song Yelin?"

She followed the prestige and saw a man in a flowered shirt with his index finger pressing down on the bridge of his sunglasses to reveal his eyes.

I just feel familiar, but I can't think of who it is for a while.

She narrowed her eyes and glanced at the man in front of her.

Seeing the scarlet gold tattoo bracelet on his left wrist surrounded by a long string of currency symbols from various countries, Song Yelin immediately remembered who he was.