Yan Zhen murmured in his heart, how could he face a group of senior executives if he was asked to wear an orange Xizhuan and sit as the lofty chief?
He looked directly into her eyes and asked her: "What about the yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple ones?"
Sijin glanced at Yan Zhi quietly, feeling a little guilty and unreasonable. She racked her brains to make up various reasons. Yan Zhen seemed to be just listening quietly, without expressing any opinions from beginning to end.
When she was exhausted from talking eloquently, he left, brought her a glass of water, and asked her with a smile, "Are you thirsty?"
"Haha... Zhi, you always know what I want... Haha... I'm going to take a shower... Haha..." Sijin took the cup of warm water, drank two sips, and rushed to the bathroom.
She was so serious that she was neither happy nor angry, and she really felt a little fuzzy in her heart.
Yan Zhen was left looking helplessly at the seven suits. He wanted to laugh but couldn't, and he couldn't get angry either. In the end, he just shrugged helplessly.
Then he put the seven suits carefully into the dressing room with a wave of his hand. Although he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he didn't mean to be weird at all. He just hung them on the hangers with great treasure. A whole row of clothes, each one
Each one of them is the success of his beloved woman.
His palms swept back and forth across the entire row of clothes, then returned to the bedroom, half-lying on the bed, turned on the TV, turned on the sports channel, and started watching with interest.
They were just two ordinary football games. They were boring to watch, so Yan Zhen turned off the TV and went to sleep after watching them for less than five minutes.
When Sijin finished washing, she deliberately put on sexy underwear, wanting to flirt and make up for her mischief. Unexpectedly, when she walked out of the bathroom with her pipa in her arms and her face half-covered, Yan Zhen was already there.
He lay down and fell asleep.
What, you went to bed so early?
Are you really angry? Oh, what a stingy man, just kidding. As for being angry, at most she will be making a few more normal suits in a few days, so that he can look glamorous and decent every day.
Really. How can a big man be the same as a little girl?!
Sijin climbed onto the bed softly, with Yan Zhen's back facing her. She felt a little unhappy and wanted to pull him over.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move Yan Zhi's problem, which was as motionless as Mount Tai.
Woohoo, why are you really angry with her?
Sijin lay down with her mouth open. She knew that Yan Zhen must not have fallen asleep, otherwise she couldn't control his body no matter how hard she tried. He was pretending to be sulking on purpose.
When he's sulking, he's like having a cold war with you. He won't talk harshly to you, he'll just be cold and make you retreat.
Sijin refused and insisted on getting closer to him, actively pressing against his body. She stretched out a pair of hands from behind his back and wandered around his waist with bad intentions, probably teasing him and seeing how long he could hold on.
.
Even her delicate thighs deliberately climbed up his legs and squeezed between his legs, teasing him intentionally or unintentionally.
"Sincere...sincere..."
"..." There was no response, only her voice echoed in the room.
"Sincere... dear little Zhizhi, oh, if you don't like those colors, tomorrow I will make some black, white, and brown ones. I will make you look handsome every day, so that others will envy me.
Isn’t he an enviable man?”
[The content of "Sky Bridge, Passionate Cloud" in the blog has been added, the password is in the work announcement, don't owe me anything]