Hei Jieming's eyes showed grievance, "You're not married yet, and you want to separate beds?"
Luo Huan was greatly embarrassed. As he was talking, why did he talk about marriage? Boss, were you brain-damaged by Charlotte's fist? Why are you so scary with your nonsense?
Seeing that Luo Huan didn't say anything, Hei Jieming became even more serious, "I don't want to separate beds. I won't separate them. Just set your conditions. As long as you don't let me leave, you can do anything."
Luo Huan was dazed and stretched out her hand to touch his forehead, "BOSS, are you angry? Or are you dizzy from exhaustion? I am Luo Huan! Open your eyes and look carefully, I am Luo Huan!! You
Assistant Luo Huan! Read with me, L-U-O, Luo, H-U-AN Huan!"
"I know who you are." Hei Jieming pinched her cheek and rubbed it a few times.
"You know who I am and you're saying that? What about getting married? What about sleeping together? You must have recognized the wrong person, right?" Luo Huan became confused when she thought that Hei Jieming thought she was someone else.
, there was still a bit of sadness and anger in the mess, she wanted to use her injured foot to kick him far away.
The little girl is going crazy!
Master BOSS hid his evil smile! He blinked innocently, "What do you think?"
"I'm too lazy to guess! Okay, now everyone goes to their own beds and holds their own pillows. I'm going to sleep. I don't want to make trouble anymore. I'm really tired." Luo Huan said while getting under the quilt. She had just been massaged by the masseuse.
After forty minutes of service with superb techniques, all the bones in her body were softened, and the shock of the whole night gradually faded away. Now she had no other thoughts except sleeping.
"Huanhuan? Huanhuan? Luo Huan!" Hei Jieming tried to pull her cup, pinch her nose, and crack her waist.
Luo Huan lazily didn't respond much. He was probably really tired. As soon as he closed his eyes, he refused to open them. He looked like a drunk cat. No matter how he toyed with it, he would not be attacked by sharp claws.
.
In this case, if you don't make good use of it, it really won't be BOSS-sama's style.
After pouring a glass of red wine before going to bed, Mr. BOSS waited patiently for a while and made sure that Luo Huan was breathing smoothly. When he was transitioning from light sleep to deep sleep, he took out his mobile phone, pressed the record button, and asked coaxingly,
"Huanhuan, your bed is too soft, how about we go back to sleep?"
Luo Huan muttered, "Oh."
"What did you say? I can't hear you. Did you agree to sleep in my bed?" Hejie persisted and tugged her ear in a funny way.
"Ah." Luo Huan was so annoyed that he turned over and lay on the pillow, face down, feebly avoiding the harassment.
"Huanhuan? I'm still waiting for your answer? Are you going to go or not?" The smile on Hei Jieming's lips became thicker.
"Go, go, go!" Luo Huan's eyes were dull, his voice was weak, he was extremely sleepy, and he was suddenly woken up from his sweet dream. Those who have not experienced it personally will never understand the feeling.
"Okay." A reward kiss fell on his red lips.
After pecking, Hei Jieming picked her up with the quilt. At the critical moment, Luo Huan hugged the pillow. Unfortunately, now, the pillow could not save her, so he could only be moved to another place with her.
In a room.
"Master Boss, how could you be...so...bad...bad..." She sighed intermittently, her slow mind stopped thinking, and before she could say anything clearly, she fell asleep again.