C111 Want to Put on a Show？！

When Nanxi came out from her bath, she was still resentful and when she saw Ji Shanglin blowing his beard and glaring his eyes, she felt that something was amiss.

There was no mother who didn't want to appear dignified, graceful, and amiable in their son's school. They all wanted to give their son face, but today … She had been utterly humiliated!

He had already spent so much on his makeup, why didn't that damnable man tell her?!

He was purposely trying to humiliate her!

Nan Xi bit his lips and wiped his hair, his face filled with displeasure.

"Mama, fragrant!"

Ji Jingyi climbed down from the sofa and ran over to her while twisting his butt. He directly hugged her thigh and raised his chin to look at her, acting cute and coquettish.

As soon as Nan Xi met the little fellow's large eyes, the fire energy instantly vanished without a trace.

She placed the towel around her neck and squatted down to pick up the little fellow. The little fellow's meaty little ass was sitting on her arm.

"Meat, you changed your makeup today. Did you lose your face in kindergarten?"

The truth was that usually, Nanxi really didn't care about these external things, but because it involved this small piece of flesh, she was especially concerned about it.

"N-yes!" "Ma, it's the most floating!" The little guy's mouth was extremely sweet.

When Nan Xi saw his small, fair, and meaty face, he couldn't help but come forward and kiss her, "Let's play a little more with the meat, let's go blow-dry our hair."

As she spoke, she placed the little fellow back on the sofa and glared at Ji Shanglin before she turned and walked upstairs.

The house was big enough now, with plenty of room, and she liked to sit at the dressing table and blow her hair.

Ji Jingyi kicked Ji Shanglin's leg, then he glanced at Nanxi and motioned for him to follow.

Ji Shanglin hesitated for a few seconds, but he still put down the newspaper in his hands and stood up.

The moment that Nan Xi sat down and picked up the hair dryer, he saw Ji Shanglin appear at the bedroom door. He instinctively hugged the hair dryer to his chest and asked, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

A certain man ignored her and approached her, rudely snatching away the hair dryer in her hand.

With a 'sou' sound, Nan Xi jumped up and retreated several steps, hiding far away from him. She crossed her arms and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

"You!?!" "Is that okay?"

Nan Xi's small face instantly turned red like a monkey's butt. She was angry from embarrassment, "Surnamed Ji, are you courting death?!"

A certain man's face darkened, "If you don't want to be dried, then hurry over. Sit down and blow your hair!"

Nan Xi stared at him warily. This damned man had followed me upstairs just to help me blow-dry my hair?!

The heck, did his conscience rediscover him, or was he so bored that his balls would hurt?

"I don't need your help. I can do it myself!"

A certain man held a hair dryer in one hand while supporting the back of the chair with the other. "Come here!"

His tone was commanding and haughty, not saying a single word more.

Nanxi stared at him, thinking, could it be because of what I did today that he repented? Guilt?

What's to make up for it now?

The two of them had been in a stalemate this entire time, so it wasn't a problem for them.

Seeing that a certain man was about to blow his hair with a hair dryer, Nan Xi snappily said, "Wait a moment, I'll comb it first."

She had combed her hair before she was used to blowing it, and she always felt that it would be smoother and more tidy when it dried.

Just as the horned comb was raised above her head, Ji Shanglin snatched it away from her. His slender, white hands held the horned comb as he clumsily helped her comb her messy black hair.

Nan Xi's hair was very long, hanging down to his waist. At this moment, he had just washed it with water, so it wasn't very easy to comb.

After being grabbed by Ji Shanglin, Nanxi immediately held onto her neck in pain. "Hey, this place hurts, slow down!"

Ji Shanglin glanced at her through the mirror and said, "I'm sorry."

Nan Xi looked in shock at the man in the mirror. This damned man's attitude had suddenly become so good, it seemed as if she couldn't make sense of it.

In the mirror, he was completely focused on combing her hair. He had a serious expression on his face, and it was just a comb. It was as if he was doing something very serious and meticulous.

And his movements were much gentler than before.

Nan Xi's lips moved, and his tone became a bit better, "That's enough, you can blow now."

Hearing this, Ji Shanglin put down his horn comb, picked up a hairdryer and began to blow her hair.

The drone of the hair dryer sounded in the bedroom. Neither of them spoke.

However, from time to time, Nanxi would glance at Ji Shanglin through the mirror, thinking to herself, "If I were a haircut, I would guarantee that my shop would be able to spread throughout all of North and South of the Great River!"

He didn't need to use any special skills, just his face alone was enough to ensure that the business would flourish.

Nan Xi's hair was long, and the amount of hair he had was also large. Blowing seven layers of hair took more than 20 minutes. In the past, every time he blew his hair, his wrists would hurt because of the blow-dryer.

"It's done." Nanxi was not dried by the blowing. After all, blowing dry injured one's hair, and it was also very tiring.

Ji Shanglin didn't say anything more. He turned off the blow-dryer, picked up the horn comb, and began to help her clean her hair.

He seemed to like the feeling of South Stream's long black hair passing through his fingers. This sort of feeling, where time had passed peacefully, was very attractive to him.

Furthermore … Touching South Stream's hair, there was always a familiar feeling. It was familiar, but she couldn't remember when she had touched it.

Seeing Ji Shanglin constantly stroking his hair, South Stream felt very uncomfortable. He stood up and put the long hair by his ear behind his ear. "Let's go downstairs to eat."

Her hair hadn't dried yet, so she didn't tie it up. It hung loose just like that. As she stood up, a few mischievous strands of hair brushed across Ji Shanglin's clean face, stirring his heart again.

Seeing that Nanxi was about to leave, he did not know why, but he had used his hand to grab her wrist.

Nan Xi was stunned, his relaxed mind immediately tensed up, and he vigilantly asked, "What?!"

Ji Shanglin was also a bit lost, not knowing what he was doing. His lips moved as he tried to find a topic to talk.

"You went out to swindle me with my banner today?"

When Nan Xi heard this, his pupils shrank. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he braced himself and said.

"You personally promised to take care of that project in the Eastern Courtyard."

"It was my idea to snatch the position of the president of the Nan Family?"

Nan Xi's long eyelashes twitched a few times, "The Nan Family was originally a place my father brought down from. Moreover, isn't the Nan Family also not related to you?!"

"Then you have something to do with me?"

"You said it yourself. We're going to pretend to be husband and wife!"

"I allowed you to speak in front of outsiders, or do you want to speak …" Are you prepared to put on a show? "

Ji Shanglin's voice was pleasant to hear. It was deep and deep, rich and full of magnetism.

In particular, those deep eyes stared fixedly at Nanxi as if they were looking at their prey.

Nan Xi seemed to have smelled danger, and his little heart began to beat faster, and his breathing became heavier.

Ji Shanglin was still holding onto her wrist. She tried to struggle free a few times, but failed. She could only brace herself and continue.

"I'm only advertising it to the public, and I didn't say that we're real husband and wife."

"Do you know that I don't like to be used?" Charm, along with a hint of dominance and threat, came out of his mouth.

He pressed her closer and closer until his body was almost at the south stream. Of course, she would retreat.

Behind him was the huge bed, and he fell down unsteadily.

Out of instinct, Nan Xi went to find something to grab, and grabbed Ji Shanglin's tie in an attempt to stand up.

But Goose...

She didn't expect this damnable man to be so fragile today. She just lightly tugged on his tie and he fell onto the soft bed with her …