Madam, president loves you secrectly

Coldly dropped a command, and the man had stepped on plush slippers and walked upstairs, leaving Wen Jiayi with a determined figure.

She looked at the proud and determined man. Her lips moved slightly. Finally, she bowed her head, swallowed some words, and turned to the kitchen.

Every living person living in the world, as long as they are familiar with each other and have intersection, there must be something that can not be known by outsiders.

Like, their two fools.

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At the moment when he opened his eyes, song Manxi unexpectedly found that the place he was in was the villa of Huajun real estate.

With one hand on the bed, she sat up. The hangover made her have a splitting headache and a hoarse throat.

She breathed a sigh of relief silently, rubbed her messy hair, and couldn't remember her drunken fragment last night.

On the bedside table stood a celadon bowl carved with flowers, in which lay a spoon of crested white jade.

This set of tableware was ordered by song Manxi when he bought kitchenware, and only Wen Jiayi, who accompanied him from beginning to end, knew about it.

She took the empty bowl and smelled it. It was really sobering soup. She was so drunk last night. How did Wen Jiayi let herself drink it?

Put the bowl back and put on the woolen slippers placed by the bed. Song Manxi went to the French window and opened the curtains covered by layers.

With a Shua, the rising sun came in, and the dust was flying.

She stretched out, and the warm sun was full of vitality.

The smell in the room, illuminated by the sun, made her frown slightly.

Her eyes were clear for a moment, she suddenly turned around, the tip of her nose sniffed gently, she paused in place for only two seconds, and then rushed out immediately. Her footsteps were messy, and the whole villa rang when she went down the stairs.

"Brother Junxiao, brother Junxiao... Is that you, are you back?" she came down the stairs and called the name she knew very well.

Her heart almost burst out of her heart. She was afraid and expected. All kinds of emotions intertwined, making her want to cry.

However, her expectation was completely disappointed when Wen Jiayi pushed open the door of the downstairs guest room and walked out with her eyes rubbed in her pajamas.

"Manxi, flustered early in the morning, what's the matter with you?"

Wen Jiayi looked bleary eyed at her standing at the last grid of the stairs and asked puzzled.

After a pause, song Manxi found his voice: "Jiayi, did you send me back here?"

Wen Jiayi rubbed her neck: "yes, you don't know. You were drunk last night and shouted to come back here. If I want to take you back to your apartment, you don't want to live or die. Finally, I can only bring you here."

Song Manxi really didn't know what she looked like after she was drunk. While regretting her gaffe, she also asked about the familiar smell of the room.

"Well, last night, was there anyone..." at this point, she stopped and Wen Jiayi kept watching. She didn't know if anyone came in?

If brother Junxiao comes back, she will tell her at the first time.

"What's the matter?" Wen Jiayi wondered.

Song man talked to his lips and changed the question: "Er, that, I just want to ask, I have a faint smell of peppermint perfume in my room. Do you know what's going on?"

"Oh, you said that." Wen Jiayi made a sudden realization.