Ke'er dried her hair, wrapped herself in her nightgown, and walked towards Leng Jianan's bedroom step by step.
It was early in the morning, the air conditioner was turned on too much, and there was a hint of coldness when her bare feet stepped on the smooth floor. She gently knocked on the door of Leng Jianan's bedroom.
There was no answer. The door was ajar. Ke'er tried to push it, but when there was no response, he pushed it straight in.
Leng Jianan was already well-dressed and nestled on the sofa, reading the morning newspaper. Ke'er looked at his leisurely look with a hint of surprise.
She thought that after she dried herself, the devil would take her wife, but she didn't expect that he was already fully clothed.
Leng Jianan raised his eyes and glanced at the confused Ke'er, then picked up the coffee on the coffee table next to him and took a sip without saying anything.
Ke'er stood beside him, holding her shoulders and feeling a bit at a loss. She really didn't understand what he was going to do.
"Put your clothes on," Leng Jianan said calmly, as if he had just rejected Ke'er's embrace.
Ke'er became more and more confused, hadn't her clothes been torn by him? How could she still wear them?
The phone rang. Leng Jianan stood up while answering the phone. He walked up to Ke'er and took her hand and brought her to the closet. A brand new clothing bag of a certain brand was placed on the ground.
"I'll go back to the company later and notify the relevant departments to hold a meeting." Leng Jianan hung up the phone.
Ke'er was staring at that bag and looking at her new clothes?
Leng Jianan stopped her waist from behind and whispered in her ear: "This is the charm of money. Just make a phone call and they will obediently deliver the clothes to your door."
Ke'er didn't speak
Leng Jianan continued: "If I guessed correctly, this size will definitely suit you. If you like this brand, I will make another call later, and they will send all the new styles to hang in your wardrobe."
Ke'er lowered his gaze and saw that the clothes in his pocket were lavender, a color that was both elegant and noble.
"Look, I love you so much." Leng Jianan gently bit Ke'er's earlobe, and Ke'er instinctively shrank her neck.
"From now on, you are the golden bird of this villa. Until I get tired of it and abandon you on my own initiative, you will never have a chance. Say goodbye to me first." The warmth suddenly becomes as cold as ice in the next moment.
Cold, so stinging
This is the unpredictable and capricious Leng Jianan. As long as he is happy, he can pick the stars in the world for you. Once he is angry, he can push you to hell without mercy.
Who calls him the master who can control everything?