CEO's amnesiac sweet wife

Spacious master bedroom, a beam of a wall, every detail, are noble level decoration.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling makes the room as bright and gorgeous as day.

Si Yuheng took a bath, dressed in a bathrobe, and came out from the bathroom while wiping his hair. His eyes fell on the woman in the bedroom.

Winnie held the tray as if she had been waiting for herself for a long time.

"Lord." Winnie said hello with a smile.

"It's so late. Haven't you gone to bed yet?" Si Yuheng rubbed his hair heavily, threw the towel aside, sat on the sofa, and cocked up his long legs like kings and nobles.

"This is the rare gin I bid for when I was traveling in England some days ago. It is said that it is the Queen's favorite taste. Don't you like it best. You just came back today. There are too many things. I haven't had a chance to give them to you, so I'll give them to you now. "

With that, Winnie poured a glass, went over, bent down and handed it to him in both hands.

She specially changed a low cut V-Neck long skirt, bent down, plump parts, full of spring.

He glanced at the beautiful golden liquid in the glass: "it's too late. The gin is too strong. It's easy to fall asleep after drinking it. Let it go. "

Winnie pursed her lips, and her eyes fell on his handsome body in a bathrobe. Her palms were a little hot, and she almost vomited out, "I can't sleep. I can do something else with you.".

But I can't.

She always acts like a lady in front of him.

The subordinates of Beiming hall are so stupid that they just give their daughter to Si Yuheng in a panic, but they don't know that what men despise most is the woman who sends her to the door.

The easier it is for a woman to get her hands, the less she will cherish them.

She deeply understood this truth, so for so many years, she had been playing hard to get, showing an inviolable attitude, and did not take the initiative to climb into his bed like other women.

Because, her goal is not his mistress, but his wife.

Since Shirley died, she couldn't think of anyone more suitable to be his wife than herself.

Because of her gentlemanly attitude, and her father is Ryan, Si Yuheng has more respect for her than other women.

Winnie put the glass aside and said with a gentle smile, "well, I'll drink it tomorrow."

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

She waited for his opening, but did not wait for a long time, until Si Yuheng raised his eyes and looked at her doubtfully: "what else is it?"

What else?

Winnie's cheek moved slightly. Before she came to his room, he had never said such words. He would always take the initiative to find some topics, at least he would not refuse to chat with her.

Especially when he has been abroad for a long time, he will take the initiative to give her some foreign letters as gifts, or some foreign information.

But

Today, he is obviously showing some impatience.

Winnie secretly clenched her fist, calmed down, and burst out with a quiet smile like a stamen: "also Nothing. It's just that we haven't seen each other for a long time. I want to have a chat with you... "

"Since it's OK, go back to your room and go to bed. I'm tired. "

Another blow came down. Winnie could hardly believe her ears. There was a crack in the glass heart.

He - he's driving himself away?

After a long time, she held back her heart and said softly, "well, I didn't think about it. You just came back today. It must be very hard I'll go back first

He didn't say anything, tapping his fingertips, and seemed satisfied with Winnie's consciousness.

When Weini's light steps disappeared, Si Yuheng changed his clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

Go downstairs, along the corridor, all the way to the east end, and open the door.

When Beth heard the news, she came up and saw the tall figure step in. She was surprised: "master "

he hissed, motioned Beth to go down and walk in slowly.

On the crib next to the bay window, the little meatball has fallen asleep. Her soft mouth is slightly open, like a little goldfish bubbling.

Wearing the yarn pajamas prepared in advance by the servant, a figure of Xianxiu was leaning against the bay window, half kneeling on the scarlet Italian carpet with his knees curled up, and his hands on the guardrail of the crib. It was estimated that he had just patted the baby.

The window was half open, and the night wind came in, which made her Pajama cuffs flutter and dance. It was so smart that he could see a slight heat on her back.

He suddenly felt that it was a good decision to send Winnie, who came here to make up with her in the middle of the night.

The whole room was quiet in a warm and quiet place.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Liang Anya raised her head and saw that he was coming. Surprised, she stood up and conditioned her skirt for fear of being seen.

"You did well at the party just now." Si Yuheng was in a good mood and didn't mind her avoiding at the moment.

She was stunned, thinking of what happened just now, she was still angry: "please say hello to your subordinates, please don't think Xiaoxiao and I are bullying."He raised his thin lips and walked over. His body was slightly bent. His long sleeve fingers gently rubbed against the round face of the little meatball: "I have announced the identity of miyasha. From today on, no one dares to bully you. At least, on the surface, no one dares to bully you any more."

She was relieved, but frowned again.

Oh, yes Just at the banquet, Si Yuheng gave Xiaoxiao her official name, which is the name of country A. she didn't hear it clearly and didn't want to listen.

It's only now.

Miyasha…… It's like Xiaoxiao's name of country a.

I remember. It's just not a long name.

European names are preceded by names, sometimes followed by father's or even grandfather's names It's dead.

“Miyasha？” She picked her pretty eyebrows.

"No?"

She said, "it's better to laugh."

"Xiaoxiao is a nickname at most. In your Chinese words, it's not elegant." Men sneer.

She said that her name was not elegant. She muttered, "you are not elegant. Your family is not elegant..."

"What are you muttering about?"

As if nothing had happened, she went to the bedside: "nothing. It's getting late. I'm going to bed. "

with his hands in his pockets, Si Yuheng could not help but move his eyebrows.

Drive yourself away?

He felt that he was also infected.

Don't let the gentle woman who comes to her door in the middle of the night to deliver her wine run over to her hot face and stick her cold ass.

Domineering Yingting figure, angry to stand in place did not move.

She wanted to take off her nightgown to sleep. Seeing that he was still in the room, it was inconvenient. She could only repeat, "it's late. Aren't you tired?"

The man still didn't move, just staring at her with hawk like eyes.