Chapter 95

In the living room, the sound of the hair dryer caught the wind.

Inkstone when seven seat in a corner of the sofa, Qin Baiyu is standing behind her, gentle action for her long hair.

On weekdays, when the work is busy, the hairdresser often has to change her various shapes.

Compared with the stylist's quick and capable technique, the man behind is more gentle and careful.

The man's broad palm is close to her head, and gently rubs her hair. The distance of the hair dryer is moderate, so it won't be too hot, and it can dry the water vapor.

Inkstone when seven sitting, face a little red, his hot fingertips sometimes brush her ear bone, pull up bursts of fine shudder.

Different, not at all!

Most of the hairdressers are men, but their feelings when they blow her hair can't be compared with the palpitations Qin Baiyu brings her.

He is different!

Yan Shiqi is in a state of mind. All his senses are concentrated under the man's finger. The dense touch spreads all over his body from the top of his head, and the old deer in his heart jumps up again

Blow dry your hair. It's ten minutes later.

Behind her, the man tried to test the dryness of her hair with the back of his hand. He shook his head and turned slightly. He was holding the sofa with his slender fingers. He looked at him with clear eyes, smiling cunningly: "Mr. Qin, good comments!"

With a smile on her lips, Qin Baiyu glanced at her, helpless and conniving.

"Go to bed. I don't have a job tomorrow morning. Let Mu Yi take you to Quancheng in the afternoon, and go and return early. "

Mu Yi... Oh, the name of the security captain.

The words of men's advice linger in my ears, inkstone when seven blink, press down the eyelids to block a soft color.

Inkstone when seven back to the room, lying in bed looking around familiar layout.

The place she stayed in seemed to be her exclusive bedroom.

Outside the window, the heavy sky gradually began to light rain, raindrops momentum gradually.

In the rain, the man's figure invaded her thoughts.

Like a cup of aged wine, even if he doesn't do anything, he is intoxicated by his remote bearing and noble.

She began to look forward to the marriage.

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The next day, eight in the morning.

It rained all night last night, the air was fresh, the sky washed by water was blue, and the ground was muddy and wet.

When Yan Shiqi left, she didn't see Qin Baiyu. Only sister Lin was busy in the kitchen. She simply ate some toast and milk, sent him a wechat, and took Mu Yi's nanny car to Baisheng shopping mall.

Today, a brand entered and invited her to the platform.

At 8:30 in the backstage of the shopping mall, Ling Zihuan is standing beside the make-up mirror with her clothes in her hands. Her eyes are on Shiqi's body, face, behind her ears, neck, arms

Well, white and clear, no trace

At this time, when the makeup artist laid the powder for makeup, she looked at her through the makeup mirror with emotion. "Seventeen, your skin is so good that you don't need to be concealing your makeup very much."

Dylan, less than 30 years old, is Cheng Yenan's exclusive makeup artist for Yan Shiqi.

Curved!

"Hard work." Yan Shiqi responds with a smile. While Dylan goes to one side to tidy up her make-up bag, she sweeps Ling Zihuan and picks her eyebrows. "What are you looking at?"

This little girl's eyes are burning two holes in her body!

Smell speech, Ling Zi Huan quietly close to her ear, a face gossip appearance, language astonishing, "Seventeen elder sister, you and Qin always have not clapped for love?"

Yan Shiqi

Clap for love

"Sister, don't just stare at me, do you? Tell me, I'm so curious! "

Ling Zihuan is as anxious as a little fox waiting to eat meat. Her eyes are full of bright stars.

Inkstone when seven face slightly embarrassed, reached out to pull her hanging in front of the lantern braid, "free gossip about my business, why don't you tell me first, where did you go last night?"

"Ah... I, I'm home!" Ling Zihuan's eyes twinkled, holding his clothes in his arms and shaking it: "I see you are asleep, and then let the big... Driver take me back first."

She's so flustered

Did Da Mu Mu tell his fourth uncle about he