Dressed As The Deviant's Boss Beloved

In the French bathtub, ye Xian narrowed his eyes, hummed a little tune and played with bubbles happily. When he reached for a towel, did he pull a handkerchief?

She fixed her eyes on it, eh? Isn't this her little strawberry handkerchief? Why are you here? Didn't she just leave it outside?

Wait a minute, this one doesn't seem to be her new one, and it's stacked neatly on the shelf corner to corner, side to side. Only people with cleanliness or obsessive-compulsive disorder can do it.

Is... Memory suddenly flashed to the scene when she used strawberry handkerchief to wipe hands for the president in the stadium.

This one belongs to the president?

Hehe, didn't he say that he would throw it as garbage?

It turns out that they didn't throw it away, but they also hid it solidly. They took it with them wherever they went. We can see how much they cherish it.

Tut Tut, a man of duplicity, just say it if you like strawberry! She won't give it to him.

Ye Xian unfolds her handkerchief in front of her eyes and looks at it. It's her eye. It's good-looking. Even the top leaders can't match its charm. It's just... Besides her taste, how can there be a faint musk smell?

The president doesn't smell like that. What did he do with this handkerchief?

Ye Xian looks puzzled.

Half an hour later, the little woman came out of the bathroom, dressed in men's big clothes.

The girl who has just taken a bath has wet hair, red lips and white teeth. Her skin is like porcelain. The water drops flow into the well-defined clavicle along the delicate contour of her face, which is particularly attractive. Especially in the bright morning light, it seems to come out of the picture.

This is what Bo tingshen saw when he came out of the kitchen with breakfast.

The young man shakes his head in the bright sunshine. The wind blows his beautiful silver hair. The water reflects the colorful sunshine. The delicate features are vividly outlined by the light. The picture is romantic and aesthetically like deliberately seducing people.

Ye Xian is blowing her hair. The hair dryer in her hand is suddenly taken away. Before she has time to turn her face, she is hugged from behind.

Ye Xian

"Don't move. I'll blow for you."

Bo tingshen, with a low voice, turned the hair dryer to the lowest gear and gently brushed her hair.

Ye Xian looked down at his hand tightly clasping her waist, "..." blowing, holding her for what?

"OK, President, it's very kind of you ~"

As she spoke, she gently poked his arm with her finger and motioned him to move away.

As a result, the man hugged him more tightly, and his irresistible power declared his sovereignty to do whatever he wanted.

Ye Xian's body was close to his broad and hot chest. He could feel his heavy beating heart and the top level of muscle lines. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva and stammered, "president, what are you doing with me?"

"What's the matter with you?"

“？” It's very reasonable. For a moment, ye Xian felt that he was a little wrong. "It seems that you are a little superfluous to hold me."

Bo tingshen: "my clothes seem to be a little redundant on you. Do you want to take them off?"

Ye Xian immediately shut up

I'd better not talk. I'm a man now. I shouldn't be so sensitive to physical contact. Otherwise, someone as smart as the president might find something unusual.

Ye Xiangang comforted himself by feeling that the man above her head was sniffing her hair?

Young people's silver hair is flying in the air, emitting a touch of shampoo fragrance and body fragrance, floating into men's nose, like a dose of colorless and tasteless poison, inhaled between the lungs, attractive addiction.

Bo tingshen couldn't help bending over and sucking deeply in her hair.

Envy.

He was envious.

This... This action is a bit like the abnormal trolleyman in Riman, isn't it?!

Ye Xian was surprised and asked him, "president, what are you doing? What are you doing smelling my hair? "

After a while, he raised his head and turned off the hair dryer.

"And the smell of wine."

Ye Xian's mouth moved, "..." ha ha ha, feelings have been brewing for a long time, just to ridicule her, smelly ah, that hugs her, is also afraid that he will ridicule her when he runs away? This boring bad man!

"Get ready to eat."

"I see."

Ye Xian rubbed the hair he had just smelled, and his scalp was a little numb.

On the table, there was a large glass of fresh milk, French omelet, bacon potato soup and French toast.

When ye Xian straightened out his hairstyle a little, he saw the "delicious food" on the table and joked, "president, what's a good day today? Would you mind poisoning yourself?"

Bo tingshen glanced at her and continued to pour the milk.

Ye Xian said, "I'm joking with you. In fact, I especially admire your spirit of facing difficulties and not afraid of difficulties!"

Bo tingshen: "meet men?"

"Yes, if I don't have talent in cooking, I'll just give up. I'm not as persistent as you are."

Bo tingshen: "you really don't have a chance to meet men, and you don't last as long as me."

Ye Xian: "cut, praise you fat, you also pant, not modest.

She snorted and chose French toast from the group's unsafe breakfast. Two pieces of burnt toast were wrapped with eggs and cheese, sprinkled with a layer of powdered sugar, and garnished with fresh strawberry slices and blueberries.

Just eat it!

Ye Xian picked up the toast and took a bite.

The young man's extremely beautiful cherry blossom lips gently open, bite the toast, and the tip of his tongue is lightly hooked with the cheese. Under the sun, he has a light and attractive pink luster. His movements are elegant and charming.

Bo Ting stared at her, but the milk in the glass overflowed.

Only he knew how soft, sweet, and tempting the taste was. I wish I had been

Huh?

This time the taste is surprisingly good?

"President, did you really do this? Good... "

Ye Xiangang looked up as like as two peas and asked him to see him. He looked at her with a straight eye. It was as if he was trying to take her to the belly, just like what he had just dreamed of in front of the door.

What's going on? How does the president often look at her with this kind of eyes in the morning?

Hand low flow over a trace of milk stains, ye Xian scared quickly stood up, almost dropped to the body.

"President, your milk is full..."

Ye Xian looked at the cup that he had filled and continued to pour. He was surprised and said, is it because he was fascinated by her that he would fill it?

How can a big guy with so much concentration

It's almost full.

Bo tingshen stopped the milk box and looked at her for a moment, as if asking about something extremely serious, "Ye Xian, you really don't remember last night?"