Xiao Jinhan lowered his head, his dark chestnut eyes falling on her nails stained with red dandelion.

With some force, I could instantly feel the softness of her palm through my shirt.

The young lady at the front desk was completely confused.

Is this little fairy here to find my brother or my husband?

Or the big one!?

She was about to step forward to stop him, but when she saw the following scene, she forgot to stop.

Tang Yaoyao's pink and beautiful fingers gently drew a circle on his chest, and there was a bit of indescribable laziness in her voice: "You are so tall, your legs are sore from stepping on your feet, why don't you invite me in?"

Do you want to sit down?"

Everyone in the room, ranging from seventy to seventeen or eighteen years old, instantly turned into giraffes and watched.

I wish I could become a provocateur again and listen to what the girl is muttering. I just think it's so tempting.

Tang Yaoyao was actually prepared to be pushed away by him.

Unexpectedly, his broad palm fell on her lower back, and when he carried her out of the hall, the wind felt indescribably cold as he walked.

But she was too close to him, and the faint blue musk scent lingered in her breath, mixed with a little bit of men's shampoo, which made people feel inexplicably unique.

Then, he opened a door not far away.

At the same time, he released his hold on her waist.

If it weren't for the residual warmth of his palm that remained on her waist, she almost thought she had flown into this room and he hadn't touched her at all.

When she raised her eyes, she could feel the cool wind-like temperament on his body. Even his breathing was orderly and without any disorder.

Ah.

What a man of good determination.

Tang Yaoyao took off her sunglasses, curved her lips and smiled: "Thank you, Brother Xiao."

Xiao Jinhan's eyes darkened slightly, but he didn't answer her words.

"When did you meet your girlfriend?"

Suddenly, Tang Yaoyao heard another voice, which was as comfortable as tea. The moment it reached her heart, she felt an indescribable surge.

She followed the sound and looked over, first seeing a shocked Jiang Ci.

Finally, I saw the owner of the voice. Just one glance, and my breathing became tense.

The man was about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old. He wore rose-gold glasses, and his short hair was very delicately styled. His face was as good as Xiao Jinhan's, and his eyebrows were long and narrow.

Eyes like stars.

Cool thin lips, straight bridge of nose.

Every detail is enough to drive women crazy.

If Xiao Jinhan is said to be abstinent, he is as pure as wine and as cool as the wind.

Then this man is cool, as clean as tea, gentle yet unique.

He is...Fu Xiuchen.

elder brother……

Tang Yaoyao was breathing faster and faster, staring at him intently, feeling her heart pounding.

Perhaps it was the affection that showed in her bones. At this moment, she just wanted to throw herself into his arms and call him brother.

Xiao Jinhan's eyes fell deeply on her true expression, and he pursed his lips: "I don't know her."

Fu Xiuchen frowned slightly, slightly unhappy because of her fixed gaze, and pushed up his glasses.

Only then did Tang Yaoyao realize that her eyes were a little naked.

She quickly withdrew her gaze, regained her former Xiaojiabiyu appearance, and gave a subtle smile: "Hello, you are Fu Xiuchen, Mr. Fu, right?"

Jiang Ci: "..." Looks like this... Is this Mr. Fu's little crush?
Chapter completed!