Billionaire Engagement: Chief Husband, Don't Force Yourself Chapter 137

Fu Shaochen narrowed his eyes, opened the car door and stood facing the wind.

“You don't need it anymore, sell it.”

"ah?"

“I'll let you handle it!”

The special assistant is a little confused. He worked so hard to help Miss Li suppress the scandal before, and now he is kicking the acquired company as a ball.

It's really scary to make too much money!

Jingxi Yayuan villa area.

Li Luowan took a taxi and arrived at her destination quickly. She glanced at the amount on the stopwatch and almost vomited blood.

You can't make so much money even if you work hard all day long!

She gritted her teeth and took out her wallet. After paying, she walked into the villa dejectedly.

It was rare that BOSS Su came back earlier than her.

There are more than a dozen luxury cars parked in his garage, and even his bodyguards drive Mercedes-Benz and BMWs. It's really irritating!

Walking into the living room, a certain man was sitting on the sofa, reading a magazine in his hand.

The cover reflected Qiao Anran's face, which was so beautiful that it dazzled the eyes.

This magazine is called FHM. It is full of cool photo albums of well-known artists. It is extremely popular throughout Asia.

There are only a handful of domestic female artists who have appeared on the cover of this magazine.

Su Ruihan looked at her standing at the entrance, raised his eyes, and asked lukewarmly: "Back?"

"Um."

Li Luowan saw that he was not so aloof, and asked him with too much concern, and was flattered.

She stood at the entrance for a while, then took her slippers and put them on...

Su Ruihan followed her movement of raising her feet, and his eyes were fixed on her white feet, which were red and swollen, and asked lightly: "What's wrong with the feet?"

“It doesn't matter if I sprained a bit,” Li Luowan said as he walked.

She limped into the bathroom. Su Ruihan threw away the magazine in his hand and his eyes deepened.

Ten minutes later, Li Luowan came out, wrapped in a white bathrobe, with water droplets still dripping from the ends of her hair.

If you are so impatient to wash yourself clean, are you really using yourself as a bed-warming tool?

Su Ruihan was in a bad mood. He picked up the remote control and kept changing channels. His deep gaze suddenly turned around and rested on her body. To be precise, it rested on her chest.

His suppressed anger was agitated by the water droplets on her hair, which flowed into the ditch without leaving a trace.

He picked up the cup on the coffee table and drank water. He had just taken half a sip when the woman who was walking around in a bathrobe suddenly stopped in front of him -

Su Ruihan raised his eyes to look at her without saying a word, just staring at her with half-interest and frowning slightly.

Li Luowan was a little cautious, and gradually became a little confused after being stared at by him like this.

She raised her hands, folded her clothes on her chest, and said hesitantly: "My hair is not dry yet...is there a hair dryer?"

Her question did not resolve the embarrassment at all, but instead seemed a bit cover-up.

"It should be in the drawer below. Be careful not to catch a cold." The man pointed to the cabinet under the TV with the remote control and said calmly.

Li Luowan walked over and opened the drawer. Sure enough, the hair dryer was inside.

She lowered her head and went back to the bathroom to dry her hair.

Suddenly the door was pushed open. She raised her head and looked at the mirror, a little surprised: "You...how did you get in?"

Su Ruihan twitched the corners of his lips and said with a playful smile: "Go to the toilet!"

He said it was a matter of course. Seeing that he seemed to be in a good mood today, she turned off the hair dryer and prepared to go out to make room for him.

But the man behind her kept standing there, looking at her with a heavy gaze.

Chapter end

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