C5 Playboy Just Started

Fu Xiaoqian stretched her body and sat up from the bed. Her hands ruffled her messy hair, but her beautiful eyes still refused to wake up.

My God, nine o'clock?

The first day to work, was he supposed to be late? She threw back the covers and quickly jumped out of bed, sprinting in the direction of the bathroom. No, that's not right.

She suddenly stopped in her tracks. This, this was not her bedroom!

Her consciousness slowly began to gather. The scenes from last night began to flash one by one. She remembered jumping onto the bed and tightly wrapping herself in the blanket. Then, after that … It was as if he had fallen asleep very quickly. Update First Time

Moreover, they even had a very deep and beautiful dream. In the dream, he had himself and they were like the lovers that were destined to be in their previous life. They stood at both ends of the broken bridge and looked at each other from afar.

He asked her why she didn't remember him when she clearly loved him.

The tenderness and infatuation in her eyes moved her. She rushed forward and tightly hugged his waist, her cheek pressed against his heart. Where did her strong heart make her cry? She said that she would stay together for her entire life, with her head white.

Oh no, she must be possessed. How could she have such a beautiful dream? It was just a play, but wouldn't it be too much for her?

Forget it, forget it, slap your hands on your face until the red reflection of your face is reflected in the mirror.

His hands rested on the glass-topped counter, but his eyes were attracted by the brand-new toothpicks, toothbrushes, and towels on the shelf.

Heh, I didn't expect this arrogant and cold pig to have such a meticulous side.

For some reason, his heart jumped a little. Jump? Is she crazy? Grabbing a towel and a toothbrush, she tried to erase them as quickly as possible.

It was about the items, and also about the indescribable emotions he was feeling at the bottom of his heart.

As Fu Xiaoqian slowly descended the stairs while holding onto the banister with one hand, her eyes that were dodging but looking for something were attracted by the scene before her.

In the open dining room, a man wearing a white hand-made shirt with golden rose buttons shone brightly in the light of his eyes.

The hand holding the newspaper was strong, yet distinct. The lowered eyelids hid the sharpness in the bottom of his eyes. The corners of his mouth curled up, as if he had become gentler.

Morning light seeped in through the French windows and sprinkled on his body. It was as if a layer of gold had been painted on his body, making him seem even more mysterious and distant.

On the other hand, wouldn't he look too elegant in his current predicament? It was as if nothing from yesterday had left a mark on his body.

If it wasn't for the fact that her field of vision was so wide, the reporters could have taken pictures of the situation inside. She didn't need to be forced to sleep in the same bed as him, and if it wasn't for the bed, she wouldn't have had that strange dream, right?

"Where are you going to stand?"

That's not right. Even if the windows were big and the lighting was good, there wasn't such a large lawn in front of it. How could a journalist barge into such a private house so easily?

"Isn't your safety factor too low?"

Liao Zhenbo could not help but not get an answer. On the contrary, he was baffled by her question. Following her line of sight, the devilish smile on the corner of her mouth slowly widened, and everything became clear.

"I'll call the security." When he turned his eyes, he had the expression of a thousand-year-old iceberg as he lightly spoke.

"Yes." After receiving a satisfactory reply, Fu Xiaoqian's stomach also began to protest. 'Forget it! Since I'm already asleep, why do I need to pretend to be mysterious and reserved?'

He hurried downstairs and brought the table to the dining table, waiting for the servant to bring him his breakfast.

Although she was not from a poor family, her family's breakfast was too delicate. There were a dozen or so delicate plates, of all sizes, and they were so alluring and appetizing that she swept through them like a tornado.

Suddenly, she seemed to recall something and didn't have the time to swallow her words. "Oh right, did you say something to me just now?"

Liao Zhenbo frowned in disdain, "Can't you swallow it?" He took a tissue from the table and handed it over.

"Hey, you didn't eat much yesterday, so I'm very hungry, okay? Furthermore, such a delicious dish would be gone after this meal. Of course, I would be a bit anxious from eating it. " He wiped his mouth roughly with a tissue, then picked up his fork to fork at the soy egg in front of him.

However, he didn't notice that the person opposite him had instantly clenched his fists. Did this woman really want to escape from his side? Fine, he wasn't as good as she wanted him to be, and the coldness in his eyes grew even stronger as he spat out each word, "Who said we only have one meal?"

"What do you mean?" The fork stopped in midair, and his eyes were filled with confusion and puzzlement.

"After you finish eating, change your clothes and come with me to the company." He slammed the newspaper on the table, straightened his body, and disappeared along with a gust of cold wind.

"Why? Our act is over. I protest. " But no matter how strong the protest, there was only one room of silence that answered her. Yes, silence.

He threw the fork at the soy egg in frustration, but it also seemed to be bullying him. It tried a few times, but to no avail. It dispiritedly threw away the fork and slipped away while there was no one around.

"Wrong, the protest is null and void. This show has just begun." A faint voice came from the top of his head.

You said it just started? I'm not going to act with you. My feet are on my own body, what can you do about it? How can you be faster than me when you're standing upstairs?

He couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart. He suddenly felt a cold chill on his back, and the cold aura made it impossible for her to ignore him. He slowly looked back in disbelief.

The imagined pain did not come. Instead, it forcibly struck his hard and warm chest. A clear and cold breath instantly enveloped her, and leaked into her nose.

Last night, she too seemed to have sunk into this kind of atmosphere.

Thinking of this, two red clouds flew onto her fair cheeks.

She somewhat fearfully bounced away, "You …" Are you a human or a ghost? " This speed was too abnormal.

Without giving her any explanation, Liao Zhenbo picked up her collar again and dragged her out the door like a little chick. He stuffed her into the car parked at the entrance, then turned around and got into the driver's seat.