Xiangguang meets you

Chapter 65 Seeing that you didn't sleep well, I feel at ease (fourth more)
Look at the line of girlish font on the sanitary napkin that never misses.

Bai Cang: "..."

He stuffed the thing back blankly and went out to fetch a glass of water.

Although the room style of 1602 is not his favorite Nordic minimalist style, the layout of this American light luxury style is not bad.

He looked around, Wen Nianbai took good care of the place, the windows were bright and clean.

If you don't look closely at the living room, you won't even see that someone has lived here.

She is a woman who sticks to her own boundaries and has a very clear sense of edges.

It's not something she deserves, she won't go beyond the edge, but it also shows that this kind of person is very principled and won't be easily broken through the bottom line.

Bai Cang was thoughtful, and had a better understanding of his private secretary.

He took the cup and went to the study. He put all his things in the study, which is convenient for work.

Passing by the guest bedroom where Wen Nianbai lived, he paused, pushed open the door, and looked at the room where he had been here before, but only stayed for about ten minutes.

Apart from the study, this is the place where Wen Nianbai has the most traces and the most obvious personal style.

The cute cotton cat nightdress was hanging on the back of the chair in front of the dressing table. The bottles and jars on the dressing table were swept into her luggage bag by him, and now there was basically nothing left.

The quilt was neatly laid out on the bed, and the Egyptian long-staple cotton printed American-style bedding seemed inexplicably soft.

His eyes swept over a doll hamster on the bedside table, and his big watery eyes seemed to be staring at him eagerly.

Bai Cang's face darkened obviously, but he soon noticed that the doll belonged to the "mother" because it was wearing a skirt.

Obviously there should be a "male" hamster who doesn't know where.

"A souvenir from the last relationship?" Bo Cang thought of the almost brand new underwear set wrapped in a lace bag by Wen Nianbai.

A sneer flashed in his dark and cold eyes, he snorted coldly, turned and closed the door.

Back in the study, he rubbed his neck, where there was still a little pain.

There was another glimmer of gloom on his fair face, but he soon returned to normal.

That big rabbit should still be cursing him at this moment, he has been the only one to beat up people for many years, and he actually fell into the hands of that stupid rabbit... Hmph.

……

He put down the water glass, looked at the eye bed, paused for a moment on the long-staple cotton bedding with the same American print style, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

He didn't bring everything with him, after all, things like bedding couldn't be carried like this.

And his habit of sleeping naked for many years is doomed that he only likes the most skin-friendly bedding type of [-]% silk!
Even if he is on a business trip, he will ask people to prepare things for him that are different from hotels.

He endured it, changed into a silk nightgown, lay down on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and closed his eyes.

……

……

L.

As time passed by, the quiet and slender figure on the bed became more and more rigid, and the frown became tighter and tighter.

"Huh!" Half an hour later, Bai Cang sat up suddenly, and kicked the quilt off his body unbearably.

"What's the matter, the bed smells like disinfectant!" He quickly got up, pressed the electric switch next to the bed, and opened all the curtains and windows.

He didn't feel it when he was working before, but when he lay on the bed, the vague smell of disinfectant on the bedding became more and more intense when everything was quiet, which made him unbearable!

He stood by the window with no expression on his face, waiting for the night wind to blow away the smell of disinfectant from his nose.

Although it is also good to know that the part-time workers handle unoccupied bedrooms to maintain this kind of cleanliness.

However, he had to endure the texture of the bedding and the smell of disinfectant, which made Bo Cang feel very bad...

"It's not the room I live in, so I don't pay much attention to it, so I can't blame it."

He raised his eyebrows, curled the corners of his lips, took the water glass and turned to Wen Nianbai's room.

He entered the room, first pulled off the quilt, checked that the bed was clean, and then touched the bedding, feeling that it should have been washed and changed in the past two days, and the fabric was still a little dry.

He just lay down wrapped in pajamas, and turned off the lights with his voice.

Changing the bed on weekdays, it is not easy for him to fall asleep.

But this time, lying on Wen Nianbai's pillow, with his keen sense of smell, he could smell the unique smell of fresh floral shower gel mixed with the warm fragrance on the girl's skin from the pillow.

Such a comfortable smell permeates every inch of the quiet air, which should be a sleep aid.

The fragrance lingered invisible and gently, and he seemed to be able to see Wen Nianbai's slender figure outlined by the thin air conditioner.

The girl closed her eyes, lay on the side with her soft and plump petal-like lips slightly parted, and fell asleep peacefully, with a little white collarbone slightly exposed at the neckline of her nightdress.

Her collarbone is beautiful.

"..."

Bai Cang turned over and lay flat, his cold and dark eyes stared at the ceiling without emotion, and occasionally there were light and shadows passing by outside the window.

Very good, now he has awakened another instinctive "appetite" and is more energetic.

……

Early next morning

Wen Nianbai yawned, stretched his waist and went out with his bag.

As soon as he went out, the person who ran into the opposite door also went to work.

She paused and looked at him with an impeccably polite smile: "Good morning, Vice President."

I have been in HR for a long time, and I always have a smile with a good attitude when I meet people. Even if she greeted his ancestor eight times yesterday, she still wanted to hack him to death, haha.

Bai Cang nodded lightly, and lightly pushed his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Did you catch your mouse?"

Wen Nianbai looked at Bai Cang's somewhat gloomy eyes and his slightly dark eyes, and said with a sense of authenticity: "No, it will take some time."

Things like silk cannot be soaked in disinfectant water, and must be washed by a special machine or hand-washed and then ironed.

The aunts have always been very dedicated to the maintenance of 1601's items, so she slept well last night.

As for someone, I have been working as his private part-time secretary for a month, and I know someone who likes silk crazily and must sleep on silk bedding.

This guy must have slept very badly last night. Seeing that you didn't sleep well, I feel relieved, haha.

……

"Before the finance department pays the salary next month, I hope you can successfully complete this task." Bo Cang entered the elevator with no expression on his face.

Wen Nianbai smiled: "Vice president don't worry."

If your wages are deducted, after I catch Little Grandma and Maverick Niu, I will definitely let you get to know each other well again!

Among adults, there have been several rounds of fighting between open and dark words, but they can talk and laugh.

He lowered his eyes with a half-smile, and glanced at the slim little woman beside him from the corner of his eye.

She was really a rebellious secretary, who knew how to step on the edge of his anger, probing back and forth.

……

At the garage, Wen Nianbai watched Bo Cang press the key.

A Levante Trofeo flashed its lights, looking at the gorgeous royal blue body, Wen Nianbai felt a little blind even in the garage.

"Uh... this is a new car, Maserati, I thought the Vice President would prefer BAA cars..." she asked.

Impatientness flashed in Bai Cang's eyes: "Do you think I like this coquettish style? Except for the previous Land Rover, this one is already the most low-key among Tang Mu's cars."

(End of this chapter)