CEO's Indulged Lover

I've run into his arms twice. Next time, I'm all mouth. I can't tell!

Heart a horizontal, slippers do not want, 36 plans to go up!

She quickly turned around, bared a snow-white and lovely jade foot, she ran away

The man just looked at it with a smile. She ran away like a deer

The corner of the mouth was slightly tilted, and the light way in the mouth was: "Oh We met again... "

Then, bend down and pick up something.

That kind of posture, actually seems to have picked up a long lost treasure.

Pity, love.

Su Xiao stumbled to the door of the female guest room.

I don't know why, just now that scene makes her mind slightly confused.

The man Who is he?

Is it Huo Sheng's guest?

Finally, with a good expression, another more gorgeous maid came slowly: "Miss Su, this way, please."

Even the waitress knew her name, and she could not help but feel a little surprised: "do you know me?"

"Naturally, the Su of Suzhou and Hangzhou is like the dawn of spring dawn."

"Can you recite all the twenty ladies who came here today? Good memory

Su Xiao noticed that there was no note in the maid's hand.

The waitress said with a faint smile: "general manager Huo only specially explained that the last lady who came was surnamed su. Let's make sure that we bring her in intact."

“……”

Hahaha, he is just afraid that other men will eat her completely before him.

Don't worry.

Su Xiao sneered at the corners of her mouth.

She won't be so stupid.

Now that he can't get her, she has enough chips to play with him!

the maid took her to the so-called Royal Spa private room - 1001 night.

Hum, even this name, all get so lust - affection.

She straightened her skirt and took a deep breath, ready to stride in.

As soon as the door was opened, a charming maid bowed to her and led her to the front and said, "welcome to Miss Su."

Then, there is a scene that seems to be seen in Arabian fairy tale "Arabian Nights" when I was a child.

There are wisps of steam floating everywhere, just like the wings of a goddess.

Floating, rhythmic, outlines a fascinating pattern.