"Let's go together?"

Wen Qianqian didn't refuse, thinking that Song Huaian liked this tune, but she didn't expect that the two of them had a pleasant and pure shower!

Although Song Huaian occasionally touched his feet, he was very honest most of the time. After taking a shower, he insisted on using a hair dryer to blow Wen Qianqian's hair.

"You have such good hair, black and soft, I like it."

Song Huaian said, lowering his head and kissing Wen Qianqian's hair: "It smells so good, what does your shampoo taste like?"

"Rose-scented." Wen Qianqian replied softly.

"Well, red rose? Like you."

After Song Huaian finished blowing Wen Qianqian's hair, he hugged her and stung her to sleep together.

This was the first time Wen Qianqian had just slept with Song Huaian under a quilt.

After all, she was not here to have a relationship with Song Huaian. In the past, when two people met, they basically just rolled off the bed sheets except for eating. Sometimes, Song San Shao left after he finished the meal, without any nostalgia. Wen Qianqian never thought there was anything wrong with this pattern of getting along.

But at this moment, she felt something was wrong.

"San Young Master... won't you do it?" Wen Qianqian asked uncertainly.

"Um."

The man beside him held her hand tightly again: "Call me Huaian from now on, be good, baby, go to bed quickly, don't mess with me."

"oh."

Wen Qianqian was a little confused, but she still obediently closed her eyes.

On this night, Wen Qianqian slept very comfortably and comfortably, so the next morning, when she opened her eyes and saw Song Huaian's face in a daze, she was a little dazed and subconsciously called out: "Huai'an?"

The aura of the man around him immediately changed.

"What did you call me?"

"Wen Qianqian, who do you think you are? Did you call my name?"

Song Huaian's tone was as cold and domineering as ever.

Wen Qianqian woke up suddenly.

Yes, she shouldn't have any hallucinations, and she shouldn't have thought that Song Huaian would like her last night.

That... it's just an illusion. She always knew why she suddenly became true?

Wen Qianqian sat up with her eyebrows down and looked carefully at Song Huaian's cold face: "San Young Master, I'm sorry, I haven't woken up yet, I...I..."

"It was so unlucky early in the morning." Song Huaian coldly lifted up the quilt, turned around and got out of bed.

Wen Qianqian sat there alone, holding tightly at a corner of the quilt with her hands. For a moment, she really didn't want to continue like this.

She also wanted to shook Song Huaian's face, and she even wanted to slam the door and leave, but...

"San Master, go and wash, I'll make breakfast, and it'll be ready soon."

Wen Qianqian finally smiled gently, whispering while wearing clothes.

She got the money.

Then, these humiliations are what she deserves.

What's wrong with you? There is no free lunch in the world. Isn't it just serving a Song Huaian?

Wen Qianqian hurried to the kitchen, so she didn't see that after she left, Song Huaian's expression of annoyance and at a loss...

When Wen Qianqian prepared breakfast, the doorbell rang.

She immediately opened the door, and Zhou Yixin stood at the gate holding a set of Song Huaian's clothes.

"Where is the third young master?"..

"Washing in the bathroom." Wen Qianqian agreed and subconsciously took the set of clothes.
Chapter completed!