Kiss You, Sweetheart

Went to the dresser, squeezed a little gel, very careful to put a few strands of hair Shun stick on the head.

The back of the hand, touched his chin, some stabbing. In the morning, the stubble was scraped, but Song Zhixin went to scrape again. He made sure that he didn't stab his hand before he took skin care water and lotion on his face, and the glossiness of his face increased.

left the restroom, Song Zhixin walked to the bedroom door, walked a few steps, then settled down. He folded up and went to the dressing table. He picked up a bottle of men's perfume and gently sprayed some of his own body.

he looked at himself in the mirror, handsome, but suddenly there was no reason to be angry. He threw perfume on the dresser and raised his breath on his back.

What's wrong with him?

Is it to make time to "dress up" by lying outside? Just because the woman wanted to "meet" him, she packed herself up so well.

Where is this free and easy song Shao? It's like a white-collar who wants to talk about business and doesn't dress up too much.

Song Zhixin was annoyed and his eyes moved to see the cigarette box on the tea table. He turned and walked over, sat down on the sofa, drew out a cigarette and lit it.

After a while, he was full of the smell of cigarettes

At this time, he picked up his mobile phone and called the front desk: "I have a friend in the elevator, please swipe her card."

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why don't you sneak into me (1)

Demi waited at the elevator door for nearly an hour before she saw the waiter coming towards her and saluted: "is that Miss Zheng, please?"

"Yes."

"Miss Zheng, you've been waiting for a long time. I'll swipe the card for you now." The waiter said and made a gesture of please.

Demi enters the elevator. The attendant swipes the card on the sensor and presses the floor of the presidential suite for Demi.

She was about to go out when Demi asked, "has Mr. Song come back yet?"

"Mr. Song is waiting for you in the room." The waiter said with a smile.

Demi: --

She had been waiting at the elevator entrance, but did not see song Zhixin go upstairs at all. How did he get back to his room? Did you fly back?

When the knock on the door rang, song Zhixin exhaled his last puff of smoke and put out the cigarette end in the ashtray. But he was not in a hurry to open the door. Instead, when there was a knock on the door for the second time, he got up slowly and walked to the door.

At the door, it was another moment of stupefaction. Demi knocked on the door for the third time, a little louder than the first two. She was afraid he didn't hear her.

After the sound fell, song Zhixin calculated the rhythm, then slowly pressed the door handle and opened the door. His face was cold, and some arrogant people raised their necks and glared at Demi.

Attitude, quite casual. Even if she is an active door, but was picky goods.

What song Zhixin's attitude was expected by Demi, so she was not surprised at all. In my heart, I didn't have any unhappiness because of his cold and light look.

On the contrary, the corners of his mouth slightly raised a smile, hoping that his face would not look so dry.

If you ask for help, you have to have a good face.

However, when song Zhixin looked at the smile at the corner of her mouth, he turned away without saying a word.

Not invited, Demi stood at the door for several seconds, then hesitated to open the door and enter the room.

Song Zhixin went to the tea table with his back to the gate. After hearing the sound of closing the door, he bent down and picked up the cigarette box on the tea table