Jiang Fu has been waiting for Mo Yin in the room, waiting for him to come and take her to the so-called birthday meeting with Jin Zuo.
But she didn't make a sound. She dressed up well in her dress, but she had nothing to do. She wanted to play a game to kill time, but she was afraid that she would leave in the middle of the fight. Isn't that a pit for her teammates?
Hesitating, finally the clock on the wall pointed to seven.
"Dong."
The door outside was closed as if someone had come in.
Jiang Wu thinks it's Mo Huan. She quickly gets up and turns to open the bedroom door -
"are you going?"
"Where are you going?"
Jin left a little tired went to the sofa, took off his suit coat and threw it up.
He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his sleeve.
After staying on the island for such a long time, it was the first time that Jiang Fu saw him dressed for business. It seemed that he had just come back from business? It's not like having a birthday at all.
Jin left oneself continued a cup of water, Yu Guang Chu sees Jiang Wu's dress up, the water that the throat slides down almost chokes in the trachea.
He coughed twice with his fist covered, and his eyes were puzzled. He looked over:
"what are you doing, like this?"
Jiang Fu thought that he was referring to the makeup on her face. She wiped it with the back of her hand and explained:
"I didn't want to do this either, but Mo Yin invited a makeup artist to come here. Without saying a word, she described it to me like this. Isn't it too strong?"
Jin Zuo held her wrist and stopped her wiping.
Looking down at the faint red mark on the back of her snow-white hand, he twisted his eyebrows and took out the tissue from the tissue box. While wiping it for her, he said in a deep voice:
"don't wipe it. It's not ugly."
“……”
"Can cosmetics work?"
"Mo Yin said that all the products of this brand can be used, saying that they are pure plant extracts."
Jin Zuo sniffed the smell of the grease on the paper towel. It was different from the lipstick in the past. It was not fragrant, but it had a faint fragrance of flowers, but it smelled strange, and it seemed to be the smell of perfume.
His stupefied, let two people hand hold to stay.
The temperature of skin contact ironing, ironing ginger charm subconsciously pulled back his hand!
Her escape made Jin Zuo feel a little embarrassed. This was the first time they met after a few days of cold war. They were silent and did not speak.
Ginger charm heart tightly remember 8 o'clock this time, think of an hour, enough not trace of perfunctory him, and then quickly escape from his side.
If Mo Huan catches him, it's really embarrassing.
"Did you eat that, that?"
With both hands behind her, Jiang Fu's smile is shallow. Li Wo hangs on her cheek, and her eyes are dyed with a smile.
Jin Zuo shook his head and said frankly:
"no, I'm going to talk about the project with the developer. There are too many ideas for this group of waste. It's not until now. I'll let the kitchen do what you want to eat."
"Kitchen?"
Isn't it a birthday party? Since he sent her to participate in the dress, why not prepare to eat?
Just when it was strange, suddenly the power supply in the room was splashing on the street again!
The darkness shrouded the two people, silent, in addition to each other's breathing, as well as their own heartbeat, the only thing Jiang could hear was the sound of waves beating on the rocks outside the window.
Pit father!
Jiang Fu can't help feeling a little sad: when it comes to this room, the switch won't jump?
What evil did she run into recently? Where did she trip?
Jin Zuo reaches for her shoulder and makes sure she is not scared to walk around. Then he takes out his mobile phone and prepares to turn on the flashlight to go out to have a look.
His room dare to power off trip, it is estimated that a piece of people have to eat hanging down.
Without waiting for him to step up, suddenly the light by the door came on!
Fireworks on both sides of the sound of two, like the sky sprinkled flowers, splashed down on him.
"Happy Birthday
Mo Yin and another servant smile holding fireworks, standing at the door to send out their blessings.