The box was on the bed and could be seen at a glance. She also put a greeting card in the box, saying that she wanted to deliberately naughtyly tease him, so she didn't say anything during the day and secretly gave it to—
Um
Why is there no movement
Didn't he see it
Tong Su felt a little strange. He opened the door and stretched his head to see. His bedroom door was closed and quiet.
Looking at the window again, Huo Xuanxi turned off the lights!
what's the situation
There is no sound in the bedroom!
Didn't he notice
Tong Su couldn’t believe it.
With this man's temperament, it's impossible to keep a low profile, but why is he so calm? Tong Su muttered in her heart, feeling a little worried and suspicious.
She couldn't help but wanted to ask, but the lights were out and she was too embarrassed to go to the man's room. It would be too shameful to knock on the door and ask. She tossed and turned all night and didn't sleep well.
The next day, Tong Su woke up late as expected. She rubbed her eyes and went downstairs top-heavy. As soon as she arrived at the restaurant, her eyes suddenly widened.
He glared at the man sitting at the dining table in the restaurant, reading a newspaper.
It was bitterly cold in the north in November, and the floor heating in the villas had already been turned on. The room was warm, but Tong Su was still too hot to wear single clothes.
But the man was wearing gray home clothes, with thick black hair on his neck...
Indoors, more than 20 degrees!
He's wearing a thick woolen scarf!
"morning."
Tong Su: "...Aren't you hot?"
Huo Xuanxi looked indifferent: "Hot? Of course not. It's quite cold indoors for some reason today, and my neck is freezing. Fortunately, you just gave me a scarf, and it fits perfectly."
He smiled: "I like your gift very much."
Tong Su looked down at her thin clothes, and then at the twenty-something-degree mark on the thermometer, with an expression that was hard to explain.
But Huo Xuanxi's sexy tricks go far beyond that.
After breakfast, Tong Su went to school and he arrived at the company.
In front of Huo's Building, the cold wind was biting outside. The white-collar workers were all dressed up in bright clothes. They wanted style rather than warmth. A bottoming shirt and a thin windbreaker were already eye-catchingly bloated.
But today, an even more eye-catching person appeared -
The president, who always only used the president's exclusive elevator, which only appeared once in a century, drove the car to the entrance of the building openly and got out of the car slowly.
Advanced custom handmade black suit, rough handmade wool scarf.
Although both have the word "handmade", this is clearly not of the same grade!
Isn't the CEO very picky and doesn't even use cheap stuff? Since when did you start using such cheap things
What's this? Is it some new fashion trend? They were so dazzled that they didn’t realize which brand’s new scarf this was
However, everyone's eyes hurt when they stared at it, and they didn't recognize which brand's new product it was.
Everyone just watched helplessly as the CEO walked into the door of the building with a proud look on his face, his head held high and his chest held high, as if he was showing off.
The Huo family had an international video negotiation meeting to hold today. Vice President Lin came to Huo Xuanxi with information: "Sir, you-"
He almost staggered when his foot slipped, and he looked at Huo Xuanxi dumbfounded: "Sir... sir...?"
The air conditioning temperature in the building is set at 24 degrees, right
Master, you are wearing a thick scarf. Why? Is your neck injured? Are you too afraid of the cold? !
When he arrived at the conference room, Huo Xuanxi still didn't take off his scarf. Amid the wandering eyes of countless people inside and outside the video, he calmly finished the meeting. During this period, he adjusted the position of the scarf countless times to attract everyone's attention...
Then the person on the other side of the video was so stunned that he looked at the scarf that he was in a trance and suffered a huge loss in the negotiation.