However, what made Luo Yan want to cry even more at this moment was that not only Rong He's suit was dirty, but the white shirt underneath was also dirty.
"Mr. Rong, your shirt is also dyed..." She reminded him awkwardly.
"How about you take it off and I'll help you wash it together!"
At the end, Luo Yan added another sentence, and Rong He suddenly understood. He waved to her as soon as he sat down, "Then come here..."
"Oh..." Luo Yan moved a few steps forward.
"Why are you still standing there? Take off your shirt for me!" Rong He urged impatiently.
When Luo Yan heard this, she frowned, she, she was going to help him take it off?
It took a while, but she still passed by. Rong He leaned on the sofa, looking ahead arrogantly like a king, while she lowered her head, half-kneeling on the sofa like a humble little maid, with her little hands lightly
Gently unbutton his shirt.
The hawk's eyes lowered unexpectedly. Rong He saw her flushed cheeks, so close that he could almost see the soft little hairs on her moist skin. Her chest was heaving because she was too nervous.
, as if trying hard to suppress something!
The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and a night breeze blew in, scattering Luo Yan's long hair. A few strands of long hair slowly brushed across Rong He's face. For a moment, it was as if a small brush had got in.
In the pit of his heart, it was scratching, scratching the softest part of his hard heart!
"Um...please get up for a moment!"
All the buttons were unbuttoned, revealing the perfect muscle lines on his chest and abdomen, as well as the mermaid line that could make countless girls scream. This was a sexy man, with a dangerous aura all over his body. Luo Yan's eyes were filled with
Not knowing where he had landed, he had to remind him in a low voice with a red face.
Rong He suddenly came back to his senses and was shocked to realize that he was staring at her. He quickly looked away and stood up immediately.
"Do you want me to take it off for you?" He was so tall that even if she stood on tiptoes, she might not be able to help him take off his shirt.
"What do you think?" Rong He asked in a timid tone.
"Oh..." Luo Yan bit her lip.
Lowering her head, she first pulled his shirt out of his belt, and then carefully untied the cuffs of his wrists. Then, with Rong He's reluctant cooperation, she finally took off his shirt.
Holding his clothes, Luo Yan couldn't wait to run into the bathroom. Seeing her petite back disappearing from her eyes, Rong He's mouth twitched inexplicably.
Half an hour later, Luo Yan came out with her hands full of foam.
The man sitting on the sofa had already changed into a bathrobe, and Luo Yan slowly walked up to him.
"Mr. Rong, the clothes cannot be washed clean!"
"Then what do you want to do? My wedding will be held on Friday. This dress was chosen by my wife for me..." Rong He raised his eyes and looked at her meaningfully.
"I..." Luo Yan raised her head and met his deep eyes, her head turning rapidly.
Luo Yan thought that if she made a new set, it shouldn't be a problem, but...
"Mr. Rong, how about I make you a dress myself? Although the fabric may not be as expensive as Hermès and the workmanship may be a little worse, I promise that I will make a wedding dress for you very seriously.
Dress…”
"Just you..." Looking at her, Rong He looked unbelieving.
"I can do it. I am studying fashion design. I have experience designing adult dresses before. I think I should be able to..."
"I can really do it!" Luo Yan emphasized her tone.
Rong He thought for a moment, then nodded. Luo Yan was overjoyed and said hurriedly, "Mr. Rong, I won't let you down!"