He reached out and pinched her cheek again, and she took a picture without hesitation.
"What are you doing?"
Nan Haoxiang looked at her for granted: "It's so rude, didn't you see it?"
...It was the first time in her life that she had seen someone play hooligans and acted so well.
"Let's go, I'll take you to change your clothes." He hugged her waist, half forcing and coaxing her to take her to the hotel.
There is a VIP suite prepared for him for many years in the hotel, but the ones prepared are all men's clothing and no women's clothing.
"You are usually clean?" Xia Zuo teased him.
"Of course." He still hugged her with his left hand, took out his cell phone and called Uncle Chen with his right hand: "Uncle Chen, prepare a dress for him... Yes, that's that."
Xia Zuo said that he was very dissatisfied with the salty hand that was lying on his waist. Her waist was not a tree stud, so why did she hold it so tightly?
While he was calling, she pulled and pulled his hand, but the hand was as if it was still as if it was growing. Xia Zuo was so annoyed that his teeth were itchy, but she couldn't bite it when he put it too low.
His neck?
Just as she tiptoed to chew on his neck, his hand loosened.
He rubbed her head, "You wait for me here, I'll give you a bath water."
He took out a clean white towel from the cabinet and handed it to her, "Wipe your hair."
Xia Zuo subconsciously took it, and his mind suddenly became clear.
He actually dared to order her?
Wait, he wants to put himself in a bath water?!
She looked up in surprise. He had already walked into the bathroom. The "slam" sound of water showed that what he said was true.
Xia Zuo was a little stunned when he looked at the towel in his hand. Why did he treat him so well?
"Why haven't you moved yet?" He walked out and saw her standing there stupidly and frowned. He took the towel from her hand. He took her hand and walked to the sofa, "Sit down."
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Xia Zuo sat down obediently, and his butt bounced up as soon as he touched the sofa - why did she listen to him?!
But he pressed her hands on her shoulder and pressed her back, and then the big towel was covered, and his big palm gently wiped her hair through the towel, just right.
"Do often do this for girls?" Xia Zuo didn't realize that his words were a little sour.
He chuckled, "I saw you being self-informed." He took off the towel and patted her on the head, "Okay, go take a shower quickly, don't catch a cold."
Xia Zuo walked into the bathroom and suddenly found that the shower gel he prepared inside was the one he often used.
Because the faint and charming fragrance is very familiar...
The tip of his nose seemed to linger in the smell on his body again. Only then did Xia Zuo realize that she seemed to have approached him unknowingly in the past or two months.
She was always a little awkward with his fragrance on her body. When she came out with a bath towel, she found that Uncle Chen was also in the living room.
"Hello Miss Mu, we're meeting again." He bowed respectfully and Xia Zuo gave him a 90° slight salute.
His kind face was full of smiles: "I think this dress must look good when worn by Miss Mu."
Only then did Xia Zuo notice that a very exquisite big box was placed on the table, the lid was opened, and there was a dreamy dress inside.
"This was designed by the young master himself, and I think it would fit very well." Uncle Chen said.