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Chapter 789 Will You Go Back To Your Presidential Suite?
"Help me dry my hair..." He stuffed the hair dryer into her hand, Xiaobai pouted and looked at him: "You finished washing, I haven't washed it yet, I need to soak my feet in more water, today's feet and legs are also They're still a little swollen."

Ye Mo wiped his hair casually with a towel, then walked out with a large bucket, Xiao Bai told him, "What are you doing?"

The man didn't turn his head back: "Let's soak your feet first."

"Hey, it's cold outside, you'll catch a cold like this."

The man turned his head and said firmly: "I can be sure that you are concerned about me."

Xiaobai waved his hand: "Hurry up and fetch water."

It was windy at night in the high-altitude area. After Yemo brought a bucket of water, her hair was already in pieces. He grabbed her feet and put them in the bucket. Mo: "Do you want to burn me to death?"

Yemo looked at her red feet, feeling distressed. He reached out to stroke her. Xiaobai was moved, and picked up the hair dryer on the bed to blow his hair.

He washed her feet, and she dried his hair. Looking at it this way, they really are an old couple who love each other.

Ye Mo's precious hands, which are used to manipulate the economy, are really reckless in this desolate place today, and she has inhumanely ravaged her. Seeing his hands soaked in water to help her massage under the dim light, she suddenly felt a little nervous. move.

Yemo has always been a high-ranking person, but now he is willing to lower himself and do everything by himself, which is enough to show that the man in front of him really loves him. If there were not so many troubles between them, they should be a pair of gods who are particularly enviable couple.

Xiaobai kept rubbing his hair with tenderness. His hair was still brown. As he said before, white hair grew out of the brown hair. It was indeed not so conspicuous. He was really smart. .

The warm air from the hair dryer fell between his thick hair and onto his scalp. Her hands were soft and warm, like a small stove that ironed his restless heart. He seemed to see the two The picture of the quiet years is waving to him, and a smile emerges from the corner of his mouth. The picture of smiling at each other looks warm and calm.

When everything was ready, Yemo looked at the small iron bed one meter wide in embarrassment: "How to sleep?"

Xiaobai put on cotton socks, tucked the legs of his pajama pants into the socks, and looked up at Yemo: "Mr. Ye, if you're afraid of falling out of bed again at night, you might as well let me sleep next door."

The man hugged her: "Then I would rather fall off the bed thirty times."

He slowly put her down on the bed, and then carefully covered her with a quilt. Snowflakes were falling outside the window again, and it was freezing cold. With her, he would not feel cold. He felt satisfied in his heart, lay down, and hugged her , she was facing him, and the street lamp outside the window was shining warmly, as if they were two independent people, as if snowflakes had fallen in his eyes.

Well, it's so pretty.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It doesn't matter if you fall down thirty times and freeze yourself, but if the only heating in the bed is taken away by you and freezes me, it will be a serious matter. After all, you still have the heir of your Ye family in your stomach. Woolen cloth."

Yemo's deep eyes were filled with snowflakes, and a smile overflowed: "I've gotten used to it tonight, and it probably won't fall again."

In fact, this person fell more than three times.

The next day, Xiaobai looked at Yemo impatiently with a pair of panda eyes on his face: "Yemo, you fell down more than three times before I fell asleep yesterday. If you are not used to sleeping on this bed, please go back to your presidential suite." sleep, okay?"

(End of this chapter)