This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 95 He is different!

  In the living room, the sound of the hair dryer caught the wind.

  Yan Shiqi was seated in the corner of the sofa, while Qin Baiyu stood behind her and gently dried her long hair.

  On weekdays, when she is busy at work, the hair stylist often changes her various styles.

  Compared with the stylist's quick and capable technique, the man behind him is more gentle and careful.

  The man’s generous palm rests on the top of her head, gently rubbing her hair, the distance of the hair dryer is moderate, it is not too hot, and it can dry the water vapor.

  Yan Shiqi was sitting upright, his cheeks a little red, and his hot fingertips brushed her ear bones from time to time, pulling up fine tremors.

  Different, all different!

  Most of the hair stylists are also men, but the feeling they feel when they blow her hair is incomparable with the throbbing Qin Baiyu brings her.

  He is different!

  Yan Shiqi's mood is lingering, all the senses are concentrated under the man's fingertips, dense touches spread from the top of the head to the whole body, and the old deer in his heart jumps alive again...

  Blow dry hair, it is already ten minutes later.

The man tested the dryness of her hair with the back of her hand behind her, Yan Shiqi shook his head, twisted slightly, slid his fingers on the sofa, and looked at him with his crystal-clear eyes, smiling slyly: "Mr. Qin, praise !"

  Qin Baiyu smiled at the corners of his lips, glanced at her, helplessly and indulged.

   "Go to bed, it's not that there will be work tomorrow morning. Let Mu Yi take you to Quancheng in the afternoon, go early and return early."

  Mu Yi...Oh, the name of the security captain.

  The man's words lingered in his ears, Yan Shiqi blinked, pressing down his eyelids to block the soft color.

  Yan Shiqi returned to the room, lying on the bed and looking at the familiar layouts around him.

  The place she had stayed in seemed to have become her exclusive bedroom.

  Outside the window, the sky with a backlog of thunder gradually began to rain lightly, and the raindrops became louder.

  In the sound of rain, the man's figure invaded her thoughts all-pervasively.

  Like a glass of aged wine, even if he doesn’t do anything, the dignity and nobleness of that body is drunk.

  She began to faintly look forward to this marriage.

  ……

  The next day, eight o'clock in the morning.

  It rained all night last night, the air was fresh, the sky washed by water, the blue color was continuous, and the ground was still wet.

  Yan Shiqi did not see Qin Baiyu when she left, only Lin Wife was busy in the kitchen. She simply ate some toast milk, sent him a WeChat message, and took Mu Yi's nanny car to Parkson Mall.

  A brand settled in today and invited her to the platform.

  At half past eight, at the backstage of the shopping mall, Ling Zihuan is holding the clothes in her hands, standing next to the makeup mirror, her eyes kept on Yan Shiqi's body, her face, ears, neck, arms...

  Well, white and thorough, no trace...

  At this time, the makeup artist applied the loose powder for setting makeup to Yan Shiqi, and looked at her through the makeup mirror with emotion, “Seventeen, your skin is so good, you don’t need concealer for makeup, I really envy people!”

  Dylan, less than thirty years old, is an exclusive makeup artist assigned to Yan Shiqi by Cheng Yenan.

Bent!

   "Thanks." Yan Shiqi responded with a smile. While Dylan walked aside to sort out her cosmetic bag, she scanned Ling Zihuan and raised her eyebrows, "What are you looking at?"

  The eyes of this little girl almost burned two holes in her body!

Hearing the words, Ling Zihuan leaned to her ear quietly, with a look of gossip, and said astonishingly, "Sister Seventeen, haven't you and President Qin applauded for love yet?"

  Yan Shiqi: "..."

  Applause for love...

   "Sister, don't just stare at me, are you there? Tell me, I'm so curious!"

  Ling Zihuan was anxious like a little fox waiting to eat meat, with bright stars in his eyes.

  Yan Shiqi's face was slightly embarrassed, and she stretched out her hand to pull the lantern braid hanging in front of her, "If you have time to gossip about me, why don't you tell me first, where did you go last night?"

   "Ah...I, I'm home!" Ling Zihuan's eyes flashed, and he held the clothes in his arms, "I see you are asleep, and then let the big...the driver take me back first."

  She's so flustered...

  Did Da Muju tell her about her to the fourth uncle...

  (End of this chapter)