Because she was in a hurry, she was still wearing her pajamas and only had her coat on her body.
"I'll ask the waiter to prepare the room."
Sheng Mian thought he was here to do business.
But he asked, "Is there anyone else in your room?"
"No."
Hearing this, the darkness in Fu Yancheng's eyes receded a little.
"Do not bother."
Sheng Mian was stunned, and then slowly led the person to where he lived.
She had already taken a bath before going to bed, and now Fu Yancheng entered the bathroom.
Sheng Mian handed him the pajamas prepared in the courtyard.
The standard here in the courtyard is better than the five-star hotels in the imperial capital. After all, they are all prepared for big bosses.
The pajamas are all silk-grade and come in one set per person. New ones are opened and disinfected every day before being delivered. Guests can also take them away directly.
She had just gone to order an extra set of men's clothes, and the staff member's look at her became very ambiguous because someone saw Fu Yancheng coming in.
And they all recognize that face. After all, he is the big boss who has lived here.
Besides, few people would forget such an appearance.
After taking the clothes, Sheng Mian returned and handed them to Fu Yancheng.
When Fu Yancheng came out, water was still dripping from his hair.
Women usually bring their own toiletries, pajamas and other things when they go out. Sheng Mian also brought a towel this time.
Seeing his hair dripping with water, she handed him a towel.
Fu Yancheng took it and wiped his hair casually twice.
Sheng Mian took a look at his box and found that there was a towel inside, and his whole body froze.
She seemed to have picked up the wrong one. The one she handed to Fu Yancheng was for wiping the body.
"Mr. Fu."
She shouted, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
"You can change it to another one. That towel was the one I used to wipe my body. Sorry, I took the wrong one."
She quickly changed to another one.
Fu Yancheng looked at the one in her hand and then at the one in his own hand. The colors were different.
"You deliberately?"
Sheng Mian quickly took the hair dryer, "Then don't use a towel, just use a hair dryer."
He seemed a little angry and casually sat on the chair next to him.
"Blow me."
Sheng Mian was silent for a moment, then plugged in the hair dryer, turned it on, grabbed his hair with one hand, and held the hair dryer in the other.
Fu Yancheng's hair is of very good quality.
Sheng Mian had never dared to touch his hair like this before, this feeling was a bit novel.
It's like an ordinary person seeing a very amazing star on TV. Suddenly that star appears next to you and asks him to touch his hair.
He has a cold temperament, but his hair is surprisingly soft, except for the section near his neck, which is a bit stiff.
Sheng Mian tried to ignore the strange feeling caused by the hair passing between her fingers.
Fu Yancheng turned around at this time. His back was originally facing her, but now he was facing her directly.
He was sitting on the chair, and now Shengmian was standing, a little taller than him.
The next second, his hands were wrapped around her waist, and his forehead was pressed against her chest.
The hair dryer in Sheng Mian's hand almost dropped to the ground, so she forced herself to calm down.
Fu Yancheng just hugged her and said nothing. Only the sound of the hair dryer could be heard in the room.
Her heart beat uncontrollably.
When a person like Fu Yancheng suddenly treats a woman like this, no one can control his mood at the moment.
Sheng Mian's temperament was so calm that he was a little panicked at the moment.
It's like something is out of control.
As soon as the sound of the hair dryer stopped, she lowered her head and rolled up the thread.
Fu Yancheng was still holding her, and the bulging muscles in his arms were very powerful.
