Song Junyue also followed him. Her hair was too long and too thick, and blowing it took too much time. Just when he was blowing it, she could use her mobile phone to read international economic news.

After she finished blowing, she looked up and saw her neatly blow-dried hair in the mirror. Her pink lips curled up and she said, "That's a good blow-dry. I've been blow-drying girls' hair for so many years."

"No." Lin Fansen denied it flatly, "I haven't boasted about it to anyone since I broke up with you."

"But you had a girlfriend, and a few days ago you almost married...your little secretary." Song Junyue glanced at her. Even though she was very calm at the time, she remembered it all in her heart.

"You are still married." Lin Fansen said in one sentence.

Song Junyue: "..."

"Here, let me change your dressing." Lin Fansen picked her up and put her on the bed, taking out an ointment in his hand.

Song Junyue recognized at a glance that this was the medicine prescribed to her by the hospital. It was mainly used to apply the medicine there, but she didn't know how it got into his hands.

She blushed and quickly blocked him, "I don't need you, I'll do it myself."

"I just want to see your injury." Lin Fansen frowned, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."

"But I don't want you to see it now." Song Junyue took the medicine, ignored him, and went directly to the bathroom.

Lin Fansen had no idea.

At 10:30 in the evening, when Lin Fansen went to bed first, Song Junyue came over with a few bottles of men's skin care products, raised her slender eyebrows and smiled, "You didn't use the skin care products I bought for you?"

After Lin Fansen's icy face took a look, his body tensed up, "Men don't need to use these."

"But I bought it for you, so you have to use it."

Song Junyue pushed him down forcefully, and then sat on his waist.

Lin Fansen's expression suddenly changed, and his breathing became a little thicker, "Jun Yue, don't be like this."

"Stop being so verbose."

Song Junyue ignored his changes. Anyway, he was injured and he couldn't use force. "You see your face is so rough. Don't use it yet. You may become old and ugly. Watch my steps. Use water first, then use this."

......."

She bent down and applied it little by little on his face.

The woman's hands were soft and fragrant, and when she lowered her head, the curves inside her pajamas were vaguely visible.

Lin Fansen felt like his body was being roasted on a fire.

I want to push her away, but who doesn't like this scene.

No wonder so many old men in the company like to find beautiful and young beauties for massage. Ahem, of course, he has never done it.

After finally applying it, Song Junyue sat up. Lin Fansen didn't let her leave. He pulled his arm, kissed her and fell into the bed.

Lin Fansen felt like ice cubes melting this night.

Although the two of them didn't have sex, they seemed to make up for it on the wedding night, when he couldn't get enough of them.

...

The next day, after Lin Fansen sent Song Junyue to the company, when he arrived at Lin's office, everyone in the secretary office felt the change in him.

"Why do I feel that Mr. Lin's eyes when he looked at me this morning were particularly soft, not as if he had been stabbed by ice cubes."

"Ah, is there something wrong with your eyes?"


Chapter completed!