The master bedroom is on the second floor, with a large area, and the decoration is also full of luxury in the bones.
"You go and take a shower first. There are no ladies' clothes here, you can wear my shirt!"
She stood there and stayed silent. She could wear his clothes outside, but what about inside? What to do? It was okay to deal with it all night. It was impossible for her to stay in the room so empty and wander in front of him!
"Don't worry, there is no one else in this house, only you and I!" After he said that, pointing his finger to the bathroom, and he carried his travel bag into the cloakroom.
He opened a cabinet door in the cloakroom, put the clothes on the hanger to the side, and pressed a button that required a password to open. A very secret cabinet hidden inside bounced out, and all kinds of items were neatly installed inside.
All kinds of guns.
He touched out the gun and magazine from the travel bag, threw it in casually, and then closed the cabinet door.
In an instant, this became a very ordinary wardrobe full of all kinds of clothes.
He took out his laptop and the travel bag was stuffed into a corner.
After coming out of the cloakroom, Xia Yucheng was no longer in the room. He went to the bathroom door and gently pushed open the door. After seeing the slender figure under the shower, he closed the bathroom door again with confidence.
He was not worried about this house because the security here was tight and had the most sophisticated protection and security system. Even if a fly flew in, it would alarm the alarm system.
So, they are safe. And, in this place, he is not the president of GS, but a stockbroker who invests in finance and loves photography.
The servants who have been taking care of him for many years have rarely seen him. Every time he moves in, he calls them to leave.
They will not be allowed to come back until he leaves.
But to be honest, he rarely comes here. Therefore, this place becomes their destination. The fewer people know, the safer it will be.
He sat on the sofa, turned on the computer, and began to check the phone number of the high-end women's clothing store in this area.
In less than half an hour, the extremely efficient waiter brought him several latest sets of skirts and underwear.
"Didn't you say there are no women's clothes here?" Xia Yucheng, who was covered in a bath towel, asked in surprise when she looked at the pile of women's clothes on the bed.
"Not before, but now!" Feng Hao stood up, endured the throbbing in his heart and did not touch her, but walked towards the bathroom, "But I still like you wearing my shirt."
"You are so beautiful...I don't want it..." Xia Yucheng sat on the edge of the bed and began to search in the pile of clothes, picking it up one by one to gesture.
After a while, she recalled what Feng Hao said just now and couldn't help but lower her head and laugh.
...
So, when Feng Hao walked out of the bathroom with a naked and strong upper body, a white bath towel around his waist, and a slightly lazy expression, there was a woman in a white men's shirt standing in front of him.
He raised his eyes slightly and stared at her. Wearing a man's shirt on a woman was a representation of sexuality. Not to mention a beautiful woman like Xia Yucheng, her small and delicate, slender and soft body was wrapped in
In the shirt, the curves are slim and silhouettes are fascinating.
Her legs are beautiful, white and straight. When exposed under her shirt, it is simply a crime.
Just when she was two steps away from him, he leaned over and pulled her into his arms, narrowing his eyes to look at her.