How can the president be fierce

Chapter 2731 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1293 No, I'll wait for Ye Sheng to come over.

A few minutes later, a small distressed voice came from the fitting room: "Yesheng? Yesheng, can you come here for a while?"

Bei Fanxing raised his eyes and glanced around.

There were a total of six or seven clerks in the shop, two of them accompanied Wen Qingqing to the VIP fitting room, the rest poured coffee, and those who chose clothes went to choose clothes, and there were only a few customers left at the moment.

"Yesheng?" Behind the light blue curtain, the woman's voice showed a bit of anxiety.

Bei Fanxing remembered who the voice was. Although he hadn't heard it often, he almost recognized it when she called 'Ye Sheng' for the first time.

"Yesheng? Are you there, Yesheng?"

When the voice sounded for the third time, Bei Fanxing finally stood up, strode over, raised his hand and opened the curtain.

The woman's back was facing him, and she was wearing an off-white fishtail long dress. The zipper could not be closed, revealing a large white back.

"My hair got caught in the zipper, can you help me get it out?"

In a slightly embarrassed voice, with a touch of guilt, she put one hand behind her and tried to grab her clothes: "If you're sorry, you can also call a female shop assistant for me."

Bei Fanxing raised his eyebrows, hooked the zipper of his skirt with his long fingers, and frowned slightly with his thick eyebrows.

A short section of hair had been completely pulled into the zipper, and it might not be so easy to pull it out without causing pain to her.

"If you don't mind, I can help you cut off this small section of hair and make a hairstyle. It shouldn't be noticeable."

The clear and cold words instantly petrified An Luo who was still trying to zip up and down the zipper.

I wonder if I have hallucinations, obviously... I have tried very hard to control myself not to think about him...

Turning her head in surprise, she accidentally pulled the hair that was still curled up in the zipper. She grunted in pain, but the sudden pain was far less intense than the shock she felt when she saw the person behind her clearly.

In the narrow space, because of the sudden appearance of this man, it seems that even the oxygen is not enough.

She tightly protected the skirt in front of her chest with one hand, and instinctively staggered back until there was no way to retreat.

"Where's Yesheng?"

She looked at him in horror, feeling that all the nerves in her body were throbbing, and she instinctively wanted to find the man who came with her: "Where's Yesheng?! Yesheng!! Yesheng——!"

"You need to be called like I want you to be?"

Bei Fanxing's cold and indifferent gaze swept across her snow-white complexion due to panic: "I didn't see him when I came here, I must have gone out for a while, and the clerks are also busy, and you have been calling here... ..."

What you need to call me is what I want you to be...

An Luobei bit her lower lip hard, and stopped talking.

Bei Fanxing took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and opened a small Swiss knife hanging on it: "Come here."

With two short words, An Luo backed away again and again in shock: "No...no no need, I can do it after Yesheng comes over."

Bei Fanxing didn't speak, and cast his gaze so indifferently that there was no emotion at all.

It was as if he was being tortured by Ling Chi, and he couldn't stand it any longer.

An Luo closed her eyes, walked forward as if she was dead, turned her back to him, and quickly finished it, it was better than confronting him like this all the time.

Bei Fanxing's movements were quite gentle, at least they didn't hurt her.

After the small piece of hair was cut off, it was much easier to pull it out from the zipper. After cleaning it up, the man helped her pull the zipper up.

(End of this chapter)