Sir, Madam Went Back To Her Maternal Home Again

  Chapter 98 Hot Springs

  Sometimes he looks like a lover, and sometimes he is as dull as a straight man.

   I really don't know what to say about him.

  He snorted coldly in her heart, since he didn't speak, then she ignored him and saw who would lose first.

  The hotel is built in the mountains and forests with a unique view, and the location is high. Any place in the restaurant is good for looking into the distance.

   After lunch, Xi Mo proposed to go to a hot spring.

   "Just after eating a good meal, blood pressure rises, so it's not advisable to waste it." She said.

   "Then go upstairs to rest for a while, and go soaking in the evening. The terrain here is high and the starry sky is beautiful at night. The hotel has a special observatory and a high-precision astronomical telescope. Let's take a look together?"

   "My dad doesn't allow me to sleep out."

   "I know, I'll take you back after reading it." He looked at the clouds in the distance and moved his lips, "It's rare for me to have such a leisurely birthday. I was always busy at the company in previous years."

   "The cable car going down the mountain stops at eight o'clock."

   "I have called the person in charge, there is a cable car tonight, and I will definitely be able to take you down the mountain to your home safely."

   Sure enough, he was a businessman. He spoke carefully and mellowly. He took care of everything before and after, and even used words like birthday.

  Move with emotion and understand with reason.

  She couldn't refuse at all.

   "I'm going upstairs to take a nap."

   Throwing down a sentence, she got up.

   Anyway, he really freaked her out on the glass bridge before, and she was still mad.

  Clearly knew the reason for her anger, but avoided the subject and did not directly apologize and comfort her, but instead went around doing other things to coax her.

   I really don't know whether to call him thoughtful or playful.

  The corridor of the hotel was quiet, she took the key card and slowly looked for the room, she naturally did not miss the footsteps behind her out of the corner of the eye.

   Finding the room, she turned her head, "Don't follow me, I..."

  A shadow suddenly fell in front of her eyes, the man's tall body stood in front of her, Mo Tong looked down at her.

   is within walking distance.

  Wen Hua took a tight breath.

  Xi Mo's voice was low and magnetic, and his tone was soft, "It's not my intention to scare you, I just think you are so vivid, so I want to tease you. And..."

  His breathing was a little hot, and his voice was more like sand, if there was substance, "I want you to kiss me, not to scare you."

  He looked serious, and Wen Hua felt as if he was about to be sucked in by those deep pool-like eyes.

  The next second, he bowed his head and kissed her on the forehead, "I'm sorry to surprise you."

  Her dazed little expression made his black eyes smile, "Go and rest, I'll ask you to go to the hot spring in the evening, I've closed my doors and thought about it."

  She sniffed and swiped the card to enter the door, and when the door was about to close, she glanced at him with small eyes.

  Being watched by those eyes, a certain person's heart was burning hot, and finally he couldn't hold it back, and leaned forward a few steps to kiss her soft lips.

  The sudden situation frightened Wen Hua quite a bit. She has never had a serious relationship in Dalian since she was a child, and she has never held a boy's hand, let alone this kind of kiss in broad daylight.

  After the man backed away, she closed the door in panic, and leaned against the door for a long time, feeling helpless.

  His eyes seemed to melt, she bit her lip and her chest fluctuated.

   This is the second kiss, and it brings no less stormy waves than the first kiss.

   At the beginning, he disappeared after cheating her of her first kiss. She was angry, so she didn't even want to remember that kiss.

  The kiss this time was even more sudden than the last time.

  She stroked her heart like a snare drum.

  In the afternoon, he knocked on the door.

  Opened a slit, and saw that he was holding a gift bag in his hand.

   "The clothes prepared for you." He handed over the bag, "Come out after changing."

  Close the door, Wen Hua took out the clothes and took a look, it was a bathing suit for a hot spring.

  The top is a black satin lace shirt corset, which is not too revealing, but the navel and collarbone are exposed, and the lower body is a matching short skirt with irregular length, reaching the thigh root.

  The style is very subtle.

   Be **** or sexy, simple or simple, it doesn’t matter how you look at it.

  Wen Hua raised her eyebrows and looked at it for a while, and she had already seen through the man's tricks in her heart.

  Clearly wanted to see her, but chose such a set that seemed to be quite satisfactory.

  Will you wear it or not?

  Of course I wear it.

  The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Anyway, she has nothing to lose, and it is not certain who is suffering.

  Opened the door, the man looked at her for a moment, and covered her tightly with the cloak in his hand as usual.

   "Be careful of catching a cold."

   Arriving at the hot spring, Wen Hua found that there was no one there.

   "Did you book the venue?"

"Um."

  How could he bring her here if he didn't book the venue.

   Putting down her cloak, she took the lead in entering the hot spring. The warm current wrapped her whole body, and she was so comfortable that every cell in her body stretched.

   Squinting her eyes to enjoy for a while, she slightly opened her eyes when she heard the sound of the man getting into the soup.

  The entry point is the man's well-defined abdominal muscles.

   I didn't expect his figure under the bathrobe to be so good-looking, much more perfect than she imagined.

   Thought he was busy with the cooking company and didn't have time to exercise. She didn't expect that his abdominal muscles would be so great, with just the right sense of strength and thinness. One point more is too bold, and one point less is too weak.

   This was the second time she saw his body, and it was clearer and more straightforward than the time when she accidentally peeped in the locker room in high school.

   Also more... disturbing.

  Her eyes were very dark, she just glanced casually and then looked away, as if she didn't care at all.

  The man's deep gaze fell on her smooth side face, and she seemed to be really enjoying it with a calm and leisurely look.

  There is a large screen where she is looking, and an entertainment variety show is being broadcast on it. It should be interesting to listen to the laughter of the guests, otherwise why is she staring at the screen without blinking?

  She didn't look at him, but he looked at her straight-eyed.

  The collarbone is so clear that it is dazzlingly white, and the slightly curly hair is scattered in a mess on the round shoulders and chest, interlaced with the fair skin, messy and pure.

  Because of the buoyancy, the light and thin fabric floats on the water surface, like a noble and flamboyant black rose, with a thin and tight waist that cannot be grasped, and a pair of straight long legs looming under the water, swaying the fine light to attract people's sight.

  She is too white, the sharp contrast between the white skin and the black silk and satin makes her even more icy and delicate.

  His black pupils were dark, and his eyes slowly moved upwards, passing over her straight nose bridge to misty eyebrows, the end of the eyes curved slightly, the pupils were dark and pure, clear and sparse, the eyes of a cool and beautiful woman.

  Actually, he didn't have too many thoughts in his mind, he was restless, but he was more concerned with staring at every inch of her carefully.

  I want to engrave her in my mind.

  The years when she didn't hear from her were too bitter. He didn't show his face, but only he knew how cautious he was about her.

  The vivid and beautiful person in front of him was a dream that he had seldom seen before.

During the year he was dragged into the blacklist by her, he spent a lot of effort not to break up his disguised innocence. The person who disappeared for seven years reappeared in his life and lost it for a short time. The huge gap is unimaginable to ordinary people. .

  At the beginning, he also had uncontrollable suffocation, which contributed to this "cold war" that seemed to be a cold war, but his breath was so short that he regretted his gaffe that night extremely on the third day.

  Why did he ask her what was optional? He couldn't ask for it.

  (end of this chapter)