Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

This pajama is as thin as a cicada wing, but too small. I don’t know if I can cover a few pieces of meat...

She imagined how she put on her pajamas, her face flushed.

Is this... too much?

I did it the night before, this man... uh, can't you eat it?

And, if she really dressed like this and lay down on his bed, would he buy it? Don't throw her out without getting angry.

Ye Shengge felt a little tangled in his heart, and he was ashamed while tangling.

Sister Xiu came in and saw that she was holding her pajamas in a daze, and couldn't help but smile: "Young lady, do you still like this pajamas?"

Ye Shengge seemed to be burned, so he quickly threw the clothes on the bed and said calmly, "I don't like it! Ji Shiting won't like it either!"

"Who said, as long as it is the young lady, what the young master will like to wear." Sister Xiu squeezed her eyes.

"This is not necessarily..." Ye Shengge laughed.

It seems that Ting's rare thoughtfulness played a role last night, and the servant probably thought he valued her very much.

"Really, I can see that the young master likes you very much." Sister Xiu said with a smile. "When I went to work in the old house of Ji's house, the young master was only a teenager. At that time, he was already very stable and usually difficult When I saw him, let alone smiled, it was difficult for even the old man to get a good face from him. But when the young master was with you, he had many expressions and many smiles."

Many expressions...really? Isn't it all kinds of scorn?

There are laughs... obviously sneer, okay?

Ye Shengge thinks that the servants in the villa must have misunderstood, but this is a misunderstanding that Ji Shiting deliberately created. She was so embarrassed to clarify that she could only smile humbly.

"That, I'll take a shower first." Ye Shengge said euphemistically.

"Okay." Xiu pointed to the pajamas on the bed. "Remember to wear this."

After leaving, he closed the door.

Ye Shengge stared tangledly at the red pajamas on the bed.

...

At nine in the evening, Ji Shiting returned to Qianfan Villa.

When he walked in the door, he was still talking on the phone wearing a Bluetooth headset. When he saw the servant who was welcoming him, he took off his suit jacket and handed it over. There was still a series of fluent Spanish.

Sister Xiu handed him a glass of lemonade, he took it, and took a sip between the other party's speech.

After a while, he ended the call and sipped the lemonade.

"Young Master, Young Lady is waiting for you in the master bedroom." Sister Xiu took the empty glass and smiled.

There was still no expression on Ji Shiting's face, but his eyes were dark.

"Do you need to prepare supper for you?" Sister Xiu continued to ask.

"No need." Ji Shiting stretched out his tie and walked up the stairs. Perhaps his voice was hoarse because of the long phone conversation.

The man's footsteps are not fast, but there is no slight pause. When he reached the second floor, the neckline of his shirt had been untied by him.

Sister Xiu looked at his back and smiled. She waved her hand and signaled that the servants would go back to their room to rest early so as not to hear anything that should not be heard.

Ji Shiting pushed open the door of the master bedroom and cracked the light.

On the big bed not far away, the woman who was originally hiding under the quilt hurriedly embraced the quilt and sat up, showing him a grinning smile: "Are you coming back? Uh... I will wait for you to sleep together."