A Romantic Night: Get a CEO Home

"Can't you see that? This is the scar left by the operation. " Zhou Manchun smiled sadly, but his heart was choked.

Seeing her sadness, Jin Beisen didn't want to force her, but suddenly wanted to hug her.

"Xiaochun, I will never let you hurt again." Jin Beisen stared at Zhou Manchun's eyes. There was something deep on his cold face that he didn't have in normal times. He said it as if he had sworn.

Zhou Manchun was very moved. She believed Jin Beisen's words. At least in that moment, she believed.

Next, Jin Beisen helps Zhou Manchun to take a bath and provide a full set of VIP services. They don't talk much, but they seem to resonate in a moment.

After taking a bath, Jin Beisen helps Zhou Manchun dry her body and finally wraps her bathrobe. Zhou Manchun is too shy to even raise her head.

Jin Beisen takes Zhou Manchun to sit in front of the dresser. As soon as he stoops down, he takes out the hair dryer from the drawer of the dresser. The warm light hits Jin Beisen's head. His fine hair is still dripping with water, but he doesn't care about his own hair. Instead, he takes the hair dryer to dry Zhou Manchun's hair.

Zhou Manchun has a long straight black head. Jin Beisen holds her hair gently. Looking from the mirror, he looks like a gentle and considerate husband.

But this scene reminds Zhou Manchun of something. On the first night she just came here, Jin Beisen helped another woman blow her hair in another room.

Zhou Manchun's thoughts were a little confused. She even felt that she could think of Jin Beisen kissing the woman in the room and kissing me.

At the thought of this, Zhou Manchun felt that he could not breathe easily.

"I'll blow it myself." Zhou Manchun did not show any thoughts in her refusal, but her slightly twisted brow betrayed her.

"Don't move." Jin Beisen said with a squint of ink eyes.

"Blow dry your hair first. I'm not a child." Zhou Manchun tries to rob Jin Beisen's hair dryer. She is jealous!

Zhou Manchun doesn't like it very much. Jin Beisen has been gentle to other women and has done some movements. If she does them again, she will feel disgusted.

"What do you mind?" Jin Beisen stretched out his long arm and put the hair dryer in a position that Zhou Manchun could not reach.

"It's nothing. You'd better blow dry your hair first. You're a big president, and I'm just a small civilian. You're ill." Zhou Manchun pretended to be absent-minded, but he was very concerned.

If Jin Beisen gets sick and has a cold, his lover will probably go out all night.

"I'm not as bad as you." Jin Beisen's calm eyes set off a wave. He felt that he could not let Zhou Manchun catch cold next time.

"I'm not that bad, am I?" Zhou Manchun tries to argue with Jin Beisen. She thinks that she will have a fever if she refuses to accept the local conditions.

"Come on, don't talk nonsense. Sit quietly." Jin Beisen put it on Zhou Manchun's shoulder, but there was a smell of command in his gentle tone.

"I don't want it." Zhou Manchun said very simply, as long as she thought that Jin Beisen also helped other women blow their hair, her heart would not be sour.

"Don't try to challenge my bottom line." Seeing Zhou Manchun resisting, Jin Beisen frowned. He didn't like women who didn't obey.

Zhou Manchun sat there cold, with a look of pique on his face. "You helped that woman blow her hair."

Jin Beisen was stunned for a moment, but the next second, he said with a smile: "so you mind this."

"I don't mind." As soon as the words came out, Zhou Manchun felt his tone was sour.

"Zhou Manchun, pay attention to your identity, you know? You are my woman, but not my only one. Some things are not in your hands. " Jin Beisen's delicate lips are one and one, and his handsome side face is sneering coldly, which seems to be contempt between his eyebrows and eyes.

That night, Su Muni would come here to find Jin Beisen, because Su Muni just came back from a holiday in Europe and wanted to surprise Jin Beisen. This is Jin Beisen's secret base. Whenever he is in a bad mood, he likes to come to this villa alone. Su Muni has followed him once and knew.

Su's family and Jin's family are close friends. Jin Beisen indulges Su Muni in the face of his parents and the interests of Su's Bank. However, he has never met Su Muni. Zhou Manchun is his first woman.

Zhou mantun twisted his bathrobe with his fingers, which was the same in his heart. The crumpled feeling allowed him to find a woman outside. She didn't even have the right to be jealous.

After sitting in silence for a long time, Zhou Manchun bit his soft thin lip and said nothing.

She was thinking about her identity, her position, and her image in Jin Beisen's heart. For a month, if she said it was not long, it was not short. If she cared about everything, she was afraid that she would be the only one who would be hurt in the end.

Zhou Manchun forces herself not to think about Jin Beisen. As long as this month passes, the two of them will not owe each other. Besides, in a few days, she will go to see each other.

Although Zhou Manchun has no hope of dating, at the moment, she really wants to meet the man she's dating. Why should she be angry with Jin Beisen here.

There was a roaring sound from the hair dryer in her ear. Jin Beisen drove the natural wind, but when it blew on Zhou Manchun, she still felt a chill.

After a long night, Zhou Manchun could not close her eyes again, as if once she closed her eyes, she would be pushed into the abyss.

The night was already deep, and Jin Beisen's breathing sound came from his ear. For the first time in so long, Zhou Manchun felt Jin Beisen's presence.

Every night before I go to bed, the last thing I see is him. When I wake up in the morning, the first person I see is also him. But their relationship is not so justified. They just take what they need.

Through the thick curtains, the sunlight came in through the gap. When Zhou Manchun woke up, he took a subconscious look at the people around him, and Jin Beisen was still there!

There was a touch of flattered joy on her face.

Zhou Manchun looks at her mobile phone lightly. It's only half past six. It's still early. She wants to lie down for a while, but when she closes her eyes, she can't sleep.

In this way, Zhou Manchun stares at the man beside his pillow. His skin is clean, and there is no mark on his transparent face. For example, the sharp edges and corners on the shaved face, under the thick eyelashes, a pair of eyes that fall asleep safely, and the sexy thin lips, although he sometimes says something that makes Zhou Manchun feel cold.