Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

The young master was stunned by her question, and then said with a serious face: "If you don't come, I'll just get myself drunk, pretend to be drunk and leave. But since you're here, and the matter has developed to that extent, I'll go along with the flow. Changed plans."

Mu Ying recalled the scene of kissing the young master just now, and couldn't help slandering, the young master took advantage of it quite conveniently.

After explaining the ins and outs of the matter clearly, the two stood in the room, looking at each other, the air was suddenly quiet, and Mu Ying averted her eyes in embarrassment.

She glanced at the big bed under the young master, and the pair of pillows beside the bed, feeling even more ambiguous...

"Sir, are we going to stay here all night?"

"I'm afraid it is."

Mu Ying nodded, the young master did all the tricks so that no one would suspect him.

But the question is, how to sleep here.

This is an ordinary double room with only one big double bed.

However, there is a chaise longue by the window. Although it is a bit small, it is not impossible to sleep.

"Master, you sleep on the bed, and I will sleep on it."

After speaking, Mu Ying started to tidy up her bed.

She must find something for herself to do now, because as soon as she stops, she will think of the things she did with the young master just now, and she will fall into a kind of embarrassment.

When she was about to go to the chaise longue with the quilt and pillows in her arms, the young master didn't say anything, he just said: "You wash first, or I do it first."

"I, I first..." Mu Ying lowered her head and replied.

After I finished speaking, I felt weird. I will wash it first, and you will wash it later. Then we...

Mu Ying quickly knocked on her forehead, what were she thinking!She shook her head to drive away these messy thoughts.

Then she went into the bathroom, stood under the shower, and began to shower.

Her hair is short, it's easy to wash, and it's fine to rinse it casually, but she just doesn't want to go out, because the bathroom is an independent space, which allows her to calm down the ups and downs of tonight.

After washing for half an hour, I finally turned off the water flow and wiped the water off my face.

You have to face what you have to face, what's the matter hiding in the bathroom.

So she put on her hotel bathrobe and dried her hair in the bathroom.

With short hair, it was blown in two strokes, and then she walked out of the bathroom with her head down.

The young master was sitting on a chair by the window smoking, the two looked at each other, the young master looked at her through the lingering smoke.

Mu Ying's face became hot, she quickly lowered her head, and said, "Well, I've finished washing, young master, you can go."

The young master let out a "hmm", stubbed out the cigarette butt, and closed the window a little at the same time.

After that, the young master walked towards the bathroom, and when he passed by her, he suddenly stopped, frowning and brushing her hair.

"Why did you cut it short?"

Mu Ying raised her head, glanced at the young master hastily, then quickly lowered her head, still unable to look directly at him.

"You are asking now as my boyfriend, or as the young master."

"the latter."

Mu Ying pursed her lips, yes, the drama of playing boyfriend and girlfriend is over, now he is just the young master.

She replied: "My hair is my own decision. I want to cut it short, so I cut it."

The young master smiled and said, "What about your boyfriend, do you have any other answers?"

Mu Ying's heart beat two beats faster, she raised her head, looked him in the eyes, and found that he had a playful face, and he didn't really want to be her boyfriend.

"The young master is not my boyfriend, so I won't answer you."

After speaking, she walked to the chaise longue by the window.

If you were my boyfriend, young master, I would tell you that I didn't intend to cut it so short. It was the unreliable designer introduced by Huo Senze who made it shorter and shorter, and it became like this.

I'll also tell you that my hair grows fast, and since you like the way it looks long, I'll be able to tie it back in another month.

It's a pity that you are not my boyfriend, so whether I cut it short or keep it long, it has nothing to do with you.