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She took the clothes and went into the fitting room. He sat down on the sofa and flipped through the magazines.

There were a few inaudible whispers and envious voices around him. He didn't care and only raised his wrist to look at his watch. There was still time for him to take her to do her hair.

She walked out somewhat uneasily, feeling that this dress was too elegant for her, as if it was not suitable for her.

He closed the magazine and folded his long fingers on his knee. His black eyes locked onto the tiny figure, but they gradually narrowed. He didn't notice that the dress was so revealing.

"Come here."

He opened his mouth and beckoned to her with a gentle wave of his hand. He walked over with a wide smile and stood in front of her. He said with a slight smile, "It doesn't seem like it suits me. Isn't it too ladylike …"

"Pretty good."

He nodded, smoothed out the hem of his skirt, then held her hand so that she could turn around and look behind her. It was a very beautiful butterfly bone, why hadn't he seen it before?

Stunned, she turned her head in confusion. "What is it?"

He pursed his lips into a smile, his fingers resting on her slender waist.

Her face reddened, and she stammered for a long time, "No one has ever praised me as beautiful since I was a child."

"I'm praising you. You're very beautiful. Hmm, especially when you wear this dress." He stood up and spoke sincerely.

"Thank you. But I would think you were praising your eye. "

Her eyes were bright as she thanked him with a smile. He also laughed and said, "Let's go and get our hair done."

She did not make a sound, but silently followed. He was still holding her hand, as if they were intimate lovers.

The top of her head was blown away, and the ends of her hair were slightly curled towards the inside of her face, just right at the clavicle. The bangs on her forehead, which were cut into a neat row, fell on top of her eyebrows, making her look very obedient for a moment, as if the stubbornness and stubbornness in her eyes had been softened, making her turn into a cute little girl.

He was very satisfied and nodded his head repeatedly. "She looks very obedient. From now on, just comb her hair like this and don't keep making it into a bun. She looks quite a few years older. That's why she looks like a little girl."

"I have to go to work. It's better to be mature."

Although she was dissatisfied, she did not argue with him. In her heart, she even felt a little sweetness from his praise.

He ruffled her hair. "Tonight, anyway."

The banquet was extremely lively. Although the mayor's daughter and her son-in-law were the center of attention, they were divided into half. She was restrained behind him like a burden, and when another group of ladies surrounded them, she finally said softly, "I'll go and rest for a while. I'm a bit tired."

He wanted to tighten his grip on that hand, but she broke away from him in the crowded fragrance. In the blink of an eye, her figure was gone, submerged by the crowd, and countless heavily made up faces appeared in front of him.

He was annoyed, but had to entertain them. These men and women were either sons of high officials or playboys from wealthy families. As a merchant, he was not to be offended.

After walking to the corner where there was almost no one, she took a deep breath and sat down on the small sofa. There were all kinds of fruits, drinks, and snacks on the table in front of her, but she opened a bottle of red wine.

He was the center of attention of the crowd, and even if they were thousands of miles apart, she would still be able to catch his figure in a single glance. She poured a full cup of wine and looked at his polite, smiling and incomparably handsome face under the bright lights.

The way he clinked glasses with the woman in front of him made him unable to move his eyes away. He turned the glass over and pursed his lips with a smile.

So what if she married him? So what if he put on expensive clothes and entered this high class banquet? She was not one of those beautiful Cinderella. She would become the center of attention when she entered the banquet and infect countless peach blossoms, making the male protagonist jealous. She left the center of the crowd and walked alone silently. There was not even a single person who looked at her once.

She had never been beautiful. She knew that she looked very similar to her mother, but her mother was a great beauty, but she was an ugly duckling. When she grew up, she would at most be praised by others as pretty and charming.

Was he drunk? She felt that the figure in front of her was blurry and hazy, but his figure was still very clear, as if it was right in front of her.

The finger holding the goblet looked slender and fair, and against the luster of the wine it looked alluring. He took hold of her hand and stopped her from drinking. "You're drunk."

She smiled, her big eyes shining under her black bangs. It seemed as if her eyes were filled with happiness.

"Not drunk... "Look, you are still one in front of me. You have not overlapped, so I'm not drunk …"

She laughed, snatched the glass from him, and drank it down. He looked at her, suddenly sad for her.

He moved the bottle away and leaned over her limp body. "No more."

"Why do you care? Why do you still care about me if you don't like me? "You don't care why I still care?" She mumbled stubbornly. In the end, her cheeks had a tender redness that made her look extremely beautiful.

"Let's go home. You didn't eat anything, you only drank. Your stomach will feel uncomfortable."

It was as if he was coaxing a child, hugging her dancing body in his arms. He took off his coat and wrapped it around her, hugging her tightly.

Walking out of the banquet hall, the night wind blew, but the warm wind made her shiver. He could keenly feel it, so he lowered his head to straighten her coat and hugged her even more tightly: "Endure for a bit, we're almost in the car."

The banquet had only started half an hour ago, but he had been absent despite the mayor's unsightly expression. He didn't know why, but he felt his heart ache when he accidentally saw her laughing and drinking by herself.

He walked over and took her away, not caring if the network of relationships he was trying to build was affected by it, as if he could only see her at this moment.

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He walked over and took her away, not caring if the network of relationships he was trying to build was affected by it, as if he could only see her at this moment.

The cold wind blew and the alcohol seemed to have dispersed. Although she was staggering, she gradually became clear-headed and started to pull away from him without leaving a trace. He didn't notice and just opened the door to help her up.

As soon as she was seated, she took off her coat, still warm from his body heat, and set it aside.

He sat down, started the engine, and said reproachfully, "Why do you drink so much?"

She began to feel a burning sensation on her body. Her cheeks flushed red as if they were hers. "It's a little boring sitting there …"

"I won't bring you to the next boring banquet."

"Yes, you can bring other female companions. If grandfather asks, I'll explain it to him."

She opened her mouth and forced herself to say something that she didn't want to say.

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly.

Huaiyan never expected him to agree so quickly. For a moment, she didn't even try. She felt as if something had fiercely gouged out her heart, causing her heart to ache.

She turned her face away and fell silent.

By the time she reached home, she was almost running for her life, but before she could stagger her way to the stairs, he had already caught up with her. Holding her slender wrist, just as he was about to open his mouth and smile, his kiss had already covered the earth.

It was unknown what wine taste was in his mouth, but it made her drunk once again. She wanted to push away her heavy body, but her hands and feet were powerless. She could only allow him to hold onto her waist …

"Pain …"

In just a moment, he had pulled her into his embrace and pulled her close to him. His eyes were somewhat sullen, and he clenched his teeth as he said, "Yan Yan, you are really heartless to leave your husband standing by the side for so long!"

As soon as he finished, his kiss followed.

Perhaps it was due to the alcohol, but it made her want to indulge in it for once. Her resistance gradually weakened as her arms also wrapped around the back of his neck …

His embrace was so warm and intimate that it made her want to cry …

"I miss you...

"En," she murmured, causing his chest to be filled with ecstasy. He only needed to use his strength to pick her up by the waist. He walked steadily towards the bedroom, but still did not let her go.

"You just want my skin?"

Although she was dizzy, her mind was still clear. As she mumbled, a warm breath landed on his face, causing him to be increasingly moved.

"Your skin, your heart, I want it all!"

He opened the door of the room and directly carried the two large beds towards them.

He ruthlessly rubbed at the luxurious dress. He was so anxious that he didn't even take off her skirt. He kept asking for her again and again, until she didn't even have the strength to fall asleep …

In a room filled with cold air, she half woke up and without any intuition, she leaned into his embrace, her arms around his waist and her face against his chest. Such a comfortable position made her sleep more sweetly …

It was unknown when she woke up, but she had always been good at bed. This time, she actually slept soundly until the sun rose, and the moment she opened her eyes, she was immediately stung by the blinding sunlight. She immediately pulled up her quilt and buried herself under it …

He was going to be late for work!

Just as she was about to close her eyes and take a nap, she suddenly sat up and hugged her blanket. It was just that she had a terrible headache. It seemed like a hangover really wasn't a good thing.

She rubbed her temples to clear her head, only to realize that something was wrong. Why was this bedroom so big?

Moreover, the bed underneath him was ridiculously big …

Wasn't this the guest room she had always lived in?

Last night... Did she have a relationship with Shen Canghao again?

After calming down for three seconds, she immediately grabbed a bathrobe and wrapped herself in it. Without wearing any shoes, she carried the messy clothes and shoes on the floor in her arms. She tiptoed and opened the bedroom door, quickly running towards the guest room at the end of the hallway.

When he got out of the bath, he just happened to see that fleeting little figure. Shen Canghao carelessly used a towel to wipe his wet hair. There was some anger in his eyes, but there was a smile on his face.

It seemed that she still wanted to continue with her separation.

Don't worry, he decided to continue disturbing her from tonight onwards. He believed that she wouldn't be able to take it.

As soon as she entered the company, she was scolded by the boss. She knew it was wrong to be late, so she didn't feel wronged. On the contrary, Xia Xi and the department manager couldn't stand it any longer and kept comforting her.

She bitterly smiled. Could it be that marrying into a rich family meant that she was more noble than an ordinary person and couldn't suffer grievances? She had never thought of it that way. She had always thought of herself as an ordinary girl.

Because of the sudden power outage in the afternoon, Huaiyan took a leave of absence for half a day. Huaiyan bought a lot of snacks and fruits to go to the sanatorium to see her father. She stayed with her father until 5: 30 in the morning. When she was about to go home, she suddenly thought that she might bump into him if she went back. She thought for a moment and subconsciously walked towards the teahouse.

There was always a feeling of wanting to get close to the Cake Apprentice named Ji Weian.