President Sony Ericsson: Woman, you are mine

Chapter 1150 The Heart Has Belonged
Xia Zimo slept in the dark, and it was Han Shao who found the waiter and opened the door to drag her up.

My eyes were swollen from sleeping, and I was still dazed during dinner.

"Xiao Xia, what's the matter with you, you really stole someone last night," An Xinxin was very excited, with thick makeup, as if he was out on a date.

Xia Zimo drank the soup, thought of Dongfang Chen's stinky face, and said in a daze, "Yes, I stole someone. In fact, I really want to steal one."

'噗呲' Young Master Han sprayed his rice, Xiao Xia, you scared me, I am right in front of your eyes, do you want to think about it and steal me.

After eating, Xia Zimo finally woke up.

The show started at eight o'clock in the evening, and they arrived early.

Dongfang Chen returned to the castle from the company after work, sat alone on the sofa in a daze, and hugged a pillow, like a poor abandoned child.

Lan Yin called him a few times but did not respond.

The woman said that she would never have any contact with him. What did she mean? She still had no contact with him forever. You are a woman, you are too kind.

The show was about to start, but Xia Zimo sneezed for no reason.

"Xiao Xia, you're cold." Young Master Han considered whether to take off his clothes for her, but then remembered that the venue was heated and he felt hot.

Being alone was too boring, so Dongfang Chen went back to his room listlessly after eight o'clock to sleep.

Within 10 minutes after entering, all the servants in the castle heard a sound of fury.

"Which bastard changed the sheets!" Dongfang Chen came out and yelled again.

A bunch of servants came over with their heads down, not understanding what they did wrong.

Dongfang Chen gritted his teeth, his face was smelly and black, his eyes were squinted, his voice was low, and he said again: "Who changed the sheets?! Who washed the pillows?! Who wants to die!"

What's the matter, young master? What stimulated you.

The servants didn't dare to show their anger, Lan Yin stepped forward: "Young master, you haven't come back to live for so many days, the sheets are not changed, the pillows are not washed, did you sleep comfortably?"

Dongfang Chen asked again with a sullen face: "Where did the changed sheets go?"

A servant bit the bullet and replied: "Return...to the young master, I have washed it."

Dong Zhuchen wanted to hit someone: "Who asked you to wash it?!"

The maid answered again: "Dirty...dirty."

"You're dirty!" Dongfang Chen exploded like a bean, but fortunately he didn't embarrass the servants anymore, and went back to the room angrily.

Lying on the bed, hugging the pillow and sniffing, I finally smelled a bit of that woman.

Relying on that little smell, Dongfang Chen fell asleep in a daze.

Xia Zimo, who was watching the show in S city, kept her eyes on the catwalk and the clothes on the models. How could she feel that the popularity of the market hadn't changed for several years.

Young Master Han was also a little disappointed. Doll collars, puff sleeves, small florals, and exposed belly buttons were nothing new. I searched a lot on the Internet.

However, this show was run by a rich girl, and the appeal was quite large, and the venue was almost full.

This is probably because the rich are idle and have nothing to do, showing off.

The four of them mainly came to learn experience.

The opening of the show was still very exciting. Two celebrities were invited to drink and sing.

For about two hours, the rich female designer was led out by two models to call a curtain call. She looked young and sweet, and even drank a song herself, dancing and singing, and she was really showing off.

Such a show is really not nutritious.

An carefully curled her lips: "Little girl, it's not bad to act like a baby, imitate what other people hold in a show, it feels like a trip for nothing."

It's ten o'clock in the evening when you come out, young master Han invites you to have a supper.

When the big lobsters were served, Xia Zimo peeled one after another.

"Xiao Xia, you eat so much that you are not afraid of gaining weight." An Xin is afraid of gaining weight, and usually dare not eat late-night snacks.

"I've always been like this," Xia Zimo continued to eat.

"It's good to be young," An Xinxin sighed, and continued: "It's not like me, who gave birth to a child and lost her figure. I'm afraid that my husband will dislike me, so I dare not eat even if I want to be full."

Han Shao poured each of them a glass of wine. He was still in a good mood and kept smiling, "This show is really not nutritious. Let's see how others do it and see how we can attract more people. I brought you here mainly to see an original design store run by a famous man. It is very famous in S City. Many high-class people and celebrities will go there to buy clothes. Let's go there to absorb nutrition and play for a day. I'll be back the day after tomorrow, and I'll take all your food and play, so you're welcome."

"Han Shaozhen is generous, Xiao Xia, you should consider marrying Han Shao," An Xinxin suggested to Xia Zimo because she was hopeless.

'Puffy' Xia Zimo sprayed the lobster, so that he could not die, and sprayed it on Young Master Han.

"Oh, I'm so excited," An carefully wiped the two of them with a tissue.

Seeing Xia Zimo hiding under the table 'cough cough cough', Young Master Han wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

"Xiao Xia and Young Master Han are really suitable," the chubby group leader Mo also said.

Xia Zimo coughed out of breath, and stretched out a hand: "Stop joking, Young Master Han doesn't like me."

"I'm serious, Xiaoxia, it's very easy for women to chase men. If you marry Mr. Han, you will save at least 30 years of struggle. No, you don't have to struggle. You can go back to be a young mistress, go shopping and buy bags every day, and have nothing to do Doing beauty, it’s not like my child’s mother, and I have to come out to support myself.”

Xia Zimo drank a glass of water, and then stopped coughing. At night, she had black hair and black cotton clothes, her skin was tender and fair, her small mouth was red from eating, and the models on the runway were not as good-looking as her. natural beauty.

Han Shao looked more and more satisfied.

An Xinxin was still teaching Xia Zimo how to chase Han Shao, so she leaned into her ear and said, "When the moon is dark and the wind is high tonight, you are afraid to sleep alone, let Han Shao accompany you."

After An carefully finished speaking, she gave a 'you know' look.

Sister An, you scared me to death. Fortunately, Xia Zimo swallowed the water in his mouth, otherwise he would have sprayed it again.

Xia Zimo subconsciously glanced in Han Shao's direction, and when their eyes collided, they moved away embarrassedly.

Fortunately, team leader Mo said: "I think Han Shao and Xiao Xia have their own hearts, don't make fun of them, Sister An is not right."

Xia Zimo cast a grateful look at him.

Han Shao is a little upset, let you be troublesome, do you know who my heart belongs to.

After eating, go back to the hotel to sleep, go shopping, eat, play tomorrow, and go back the day after tomorrow.

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Dongfang Chen didn't sleep well all night, and the next morning he sat downstairs with a pillow in his arms in a daze.

Feeling empty in his heart, he took a look on his phone, Xia Zimo's location was still out of town and he hadn't come back.

Lan Yin came over and asked, "Master, what do you want for breakfast?"

"I want to eat sweet and sour fish."

Butler Lan: "..." Uh, master, are you sure you ordered breakfast.

Butler Lan asked to toast some slices of toast and fried an egg for him.

Dongfang Chen was chewing on the wax, looking at the phone for a while, looking at the phone for a while, is it possible for her to come back today.

Why hasn't she moved for a long time? What is this woman doing? She hasn't moved for a long time.

(End of this chapter)