Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

It's just that when she thought that he had used the same trick ten or hundreds of times, including on his sister, her heart seemed to be covered with another layer of dust.

Here, another waitress carefully took off Huanyan's pajamas, and the two bowed to help her into the bathtub.

Huanyan only felt that the water temperature was just right, and it exuded a wonderful fragrance, as if it could penetrate into the pores of people.

The bathtub is also equipped with an infrared automatic massage function designed according to ergonomics, which shoots water to every sore muscle in the whole body.

It's like wrapping you in your mother's arms, so appropriate and gentle.

The soft and dreamy light shines on my white body, and in the fragrant and rich foam, the faintly visible water waves reflect and outline the beautiful curve of the body.

And the bright red rose petals set off the skin like a pearl.

In this way, any woman will be drunk by her own beauty.

Situ Chenjue really knows women very well.

This kind of enjoyment makes the most ordinary sparrow feel like a princess.

Enjoying this feeling like this, Huanyan just wants to think about nothing, immersing herself in this moment, being treated like a princess, knowing that it cannot last forever, so she needs to cherish it...

Finally, the extremely comfortable bathing time was over, and the maid put on a mauve-style lavender bathrobe for her.

Looking at the graceful figure of Huan Yan, she couldn't help but admire: "Madam has such a good figure! No wonder the president loves you so much!"

Huanyan was not used to being waited on and dressed like this, so she quickly shook her head: "I'll dress myself!"

"How can that be done! Ma'am, your arm is injured, we will put it on for you!"

Several waitresses combed her hair, styled her, put on makeup, and massaged her neck!

Waiting for a round like this is simply the treatment of an international movie star!

Huan Yan looked at herself in the mirror, indeed, her eyebrows were drawn into her temples, her eyes were like deep pools, her exquisite lips were charming and noble, it was true that people depend on clothes, Buddha depends on gold clothes!

The current me is nothing compared to the embarrassed international student who flew back from Paris wearing a t-shirt and ripped jeans!

It's just that she gained these, but also lost a lot...

Who knows the life of the canary in the cage!

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A waitress came over with a pure white evening dress, and handed it to Huanyan respectfully: "Young Mistress, this is the dress Mr. Situ chose for you tonight, let's put it on for you now!"

Huanyan was stunned when she saw the label on the dress, this brand is expensive!

Each of its designs is a limited edition, and it is definitely not something that little stars can fool around with!

Compared with the original dress that Ren Xuanxuan wore that day, it is even more noble!

However, she remembered that the style of this dress has always been sleeved, because this brand advocates subtle beauty, and advocates the subtle revealing of the skin, which is the ultimate femininity!

Huanyan couldn't help but smiled wryly: "I can't wear this dress, my hands are hurt!"

"The president has already thought of this, and he has already corrected it for you!" A waitress unfolded the white dress skirt to her as if offering a treasure.

Huanyan couldn't help being stunned when she saw it. Her left arm, which was her injured arm, should have been cut off like her right arm, with hollowed-out, vaguely flowing lace sleeves.