Kiss You, Sweetheart

But Zhong Xiuyan because shy and nervous, also did not speak. They were so silent that they went to the Manha hotel.

In this six-star Hotel, Zhong Xiuyan has come here to attend countless banquets and parties, but she never thought that one day, she and his first meeting will be here.

But why did song choose this place? Even if I'm sorry to be in Song house, he has a separate villa. Isn't it more comfortable than a hotel?

Perhaps, this is the so-called mood, men don't like strange environment stimulation?

She was a little distracted. Song Zhixin had already got off the bus, and she was still sitting in the car.

"Get out of the car." Song Zhixin had to remind her that he had opened the door for her.

Zhong Xiuyan returns to her senses. Her face is flushed. She looks at Song Zhixin in a hurry and lowers her head. She is so nervous that her legs are a little weak.

Song Zhixin raised his hand, locked the door with the remote control, turned and walked towards the elevator. Zhong Xiuyan has no time to care about song Zhixin. At this time, she has a cold attitude and just follows him. She is very flustered, confused and expecting.

When he comes to the lobby, song Zhixin goes to get his room card. Accompanied by him, Zhong Xiuyan looks nervous and droops her head, as if she is not song Zhixin's fiancee, but just a little three.

Quietly took the elevator to the presidential suite, Zhong Xiuyan has been unprecedented tension, full of sweat.

Song Zhixin doesn't care about her formality at all. She opens the room card, takes off her coat and throws it on the bed. Zhong Xiuyan takes two deep breaths. Is this the beginning?

She holds the bag tightly and looks at Song Zhixin nervously.

"Take a bath." However, song Zhixin spoke with his back to her in a cold voice, as if he were dealing with a commodity.

He tore off the tie on his shirt and threw it on the bed.

The soles of Zhong Xiuyan's feet have taken root. She doesn't know how to move.

Not hearing the movement behind him, song Zhixin slowly turns around. He is unbuttoning his shirt. His posture is charming, and Zhong Xiuyan's heart jumps up again.

"Well?" Song Zhixin's face was suspicious, "don't you want to?"

"No Zhong Xiuyan swallows for a moment, and moves stiffly, putting her handbag on the sofa.

"Hurry up, I don't want to wait too long." Song Zhixin untied two buttons, revealing a small piece of sexy chest, went to the sofa, sat down, opened the drawer and took out the cigarette.

Zhong Xiuyan blushed more thoroughly. This tone seems to be very thirsty.

She murmured her lips, didn't answer a word at last, and walked slowly into the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, song Zhixin suddenly closed his eyes and slightly tightened his jaw. The smoke between the fingers is burning quietly.

It's another person's shadow that's all over my mind.

Song Zhixin choked his throat, picked up his cigarette and took a hard breath. She's nothing to you. You don't need to feel guilty. You're sleeping with your fiancee. It's a matter of course.

Soon, Zhong Xiuyan had a good bath. He told her to do it quickly, but she didn't dare to put on too much.

Thin body, wrapped in a bath towel, although the hair did not wash, wearing a bath cap, but the end of the hair is still wet for a while, at this time, sexy on her beautiful clavicle, there is a kind of beauty bath temptation.

Song Zhixin raised his eyes and gave Zhong Xiuyan a light look.