I like money, but God likes me

Because the house was not large and only had one bedroom, considering that the other party was the CEO, she could not bear to let the other party be wronged, so she gave the other party the bedroom and planned to sleep on the sofa.

Yan Lianqing naturally refused, and she said in a natural tone:

"We are both women, so it shouldn't be a problem if we sleep in the same bed, right?"

The steady voice completely concealed her inner nervousness. She had even thought about sleeping on the sofa if the other party didn't agree. Anyway, she couldn't let the little screenwriter sleep on the sofa.

Su Yue was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect such a good thing.

She was too embarrassed to say it, but the other party actually said it for her. How could she still refuse to agree?

But in order to look reserved, she hesitated for a moment before agreeing to the proposal.

"Well, that's fine."

It sounds very forced, but the female president doesn't care about this, she has achieved her goal anyway.

I once again had to lament that the screenwriter was too naive. How long had they only met? Now you can sleep on the same bed, which is a bit incredible no matter how you think about it.

This development was so fast, it was like fast forwarding, and she even wondered if she was dreaming.

They had eaten a lot while shopping, so there was no need for dinner or anything else. Su Yue asked the other party to wash up and use this time to make the bed.

The bed was a double bed left by the landlord. There was enough space for the two of them to lie on it together, so she didn't have to worry about being crowded.

After making the bed, the glass door of the bathroom was knocked twice from the inside. Su Yue subconsciously followed the sound and saw that there was frosted paper on the glass, so she could not fully see the scene inside. She could only see a blur. With one hand against the door, the hazy figure stood by the door, looking at it made people a little fanciful.

She quickly suppressed the dirty thoughts in her mind, fearing that if she slowed down, she would become a gangster.

Of course, becoming a gangster is not the most important thing. The most important thing is to be afraid of scaring away the fragments.

"what happened?"

There was a muffled sound coming from the bathroom.

"Can I have a pair of pajamas?"

Su Yue suddenly remembered that she had just asked the other party to wash up and completely forgot to prepare these things.

Suddenly, she couldn't help but feel regretful. How could she forget about this matter of improving her favorability.

She quickly found a pair of pajamas in the style of her dress and went to the bathroom door. The other party opened the door a little, stretched out a white and tender arm with water drops from the door, and quickly took the pajamas in her hand. Go and close the door.

Su Yue stood there blankly looking at the frosted glass door, her mind filled with the arm that just stretched out from the door.

It was obviously just an arm, but she felt inexplicably being seduced.

Thinking of the cold and aloof look of the female CEO, she secretly despised herself for being too narcissistic. The other person could make her think so much just by extending an arm. What was the difference between this and those greasy men?

Yan Lianqing dried her body, put on loose pajamas and walked out of the bathroom. She had been paying attention to the look on the little screenwriter's face.

After seeing the other person's cheeks turn a little red, she suddenly felt a hint of joy in her heart.

Suddenly she felt that her face was quite useful. She used to be annoyed by her face because her beauty made others subconsciously ignore her talent, but now she inexplicably feels that the beauty trap is a very useful method. And the effect is so remarkable that the screenwriter is embarrassed.