Chapter 1092: gift

She was originally a lively and active temper. In the past few days, she experienced such a big change, she was uneasy, and she couldn’t help herself in the hotel suite. The feeling of suppressing suffocation is like a shadow, which makes her go crazy.
The next day, she went to the presidential suite next door to find her son: "I want to go back to China!"
In the hallway, the thick mahogany door was light and the morning, the delicate girl like a flower looked up at him, and the white face was full of anger. I don't know why, but only makes him feel moving.
He said warmly: "Going back to China?"
"Going back to China!" She screamed at him with impatience. She was afraid that she would lose her courage in the next second. "You shut the rain, and shut me down here, don't let go, is it fun? I don't care, I will go back to China!"


What are you going to do back home?

"You don't have to!"
"No temper." Yan Ziheng said, turned and "come in."
Looking at him step by step toward the depths of the suite, Xia Wei was standing awkwardly at the door, not moving. She still remembers what happened a few days ago, and she dare not step into his territory for fear of encountering any embarrassing things.
Zhai Ziheng took a few steps and turned around: "How, fear? Just who is so fierce to me."
At the door, she was like a hesitant little beast, making him pity and laughing. Does she know how many years have not been dare to yell at him? Do you know what people who yell at him are screaming? This girl, when she is courageous, is really big, but she is smaller than anyone else, and her face looks like an enemy. It is like a short walk to eat her.
Unexpectedly, she remembered what she was under him.
With a tearful face, white and delicate skin...
Yan Ziheng's body is slightly hot and dry, breathing slowly and calmly, pressing down the feeling of strangeness.
She still stood by the door and did not dare to come in.
Zhai Ziheng said: "Do you still want to go back to China?"
She is not sure: "I am coming in, will you let me go back to China?"
He couldn't help but laugh low: "When you come in, I will take you back to China." The affairs of Paris are almost the same, and there is no difference. There is still a stall in the country waiting for him. The original plan is to start these days. Although Zhai Ziheng is the chairman of the board, he is different from the other directors of other big groups. He likes to do everything in his power, and he is in charge of the behemoths like the emperor, and naturally he is too busy.
Xia Wei did not hear the difference between "let" and "band" and stepped in carefully.
"The door is closed," he said.
Her face was slightly nervous and her hands and feet were stiff.
He strode forward and held her round and small shoulders in one hand and went out to close the door. The heavy mahogany gave a dull, low voice, and she shuddered, and the atmosphere didn't dare to breathe.
He looked down and looked at her with a funny look: "What about your courage?"
The nose sighed gently in her ear, making her half face look like a fever.
He kissed her forehead gently in a half-necked position. The girl's skin touched the sensation cleanly, and the faint and sweet body fragrance was introduced into the nose, making people forget to return. She was frightened and jumped out, slammed out of the door and bumped into a wine cabinet behind her.
The open wine cellar swayed with a dazzling array of wine bottles, and the scorpion balanced her eyes quickly. She took her into her arms and the other hand stabilized the wine cabinet. She did not let a bottle of Latour's Cabernet Sauvignon lick her head.
She was shocked and gasped in his arms.
He couldn't help but kiss her gently, this time whispering, "Don't move."
She didn't dare to move, her body was surrounded by him, and his breath was in all directions. It was a very strange feeling, familiar and safe, and dangerous and mysterious. It's hard to mix these two different feelings on one person, but the scorpion balance gives her the feeling that the soul seems to be torn into two halves, half screaming to push him away, and the other half let her shun In his arms, he did not move.
His kiss was long and thin, sliding along the forehead all the way to her eyes, nose and lips.
She has never been so obsessed with such a kiss, or has never been kissed by someone other than him. Her hands and feet were soft, and as his dense relatives gradually relaxed, he felt a little bit of love when he left his shape with his thin lips.
Looking at the misty mist in her eyes, he smiled again: "Like?"
Her cheeks were red and shameless and she couldn't speak.
He was in a good mood, no longer teased her, put her on the sofa by the window and sat down, took a gift from the shelf to her. "Open it and see."
She dismissed for a long time, the dark blue kraft paper and the layer of ribbon unfolded, revealing a dress lying quietly in the box, the dress was faintly lustrous in the soft morning light, I don’t know. Made from what material, the tentacle is soft and smooth as the most gentle water flow.
She sighed a little.

Like?
he asked again.
This time, she hesitated and nodded.
"Go and show it to me," he said.
She changed her mind according to her words. When she came out with her bare feet, she was like a princess. The delicate and smooth fabric perfectly fits the body curve, and outlines the looming clavicle and the waist that is not covered with a grip. As long as she moves gently, the dress will be like a wave of water, and a little bit of luster will illuminate her. The skin is more beautiful and makes people breathe, not like the people in the dust.
The breath of Zhai Ziheng is somewhat unstable.
When choosing the materials, the tailor said that this piece of clothing, which is known as the "Nordic 鲛绡", is not something anyone can control. If it is worn on ordinary girls, the texture will be soft and ugly, perfect. The cloth will infinitely magnify any small defects.
The tailor said that after many ladies and gentlemen tried this piece of clothing, they only gave up.
But he still chose this because he has confidence in her. His little sister is the most beautiful girl in the world. If she can't even control this dress, then no one in this world can control it.
Sure enough, this clothing seems to be born for her.
She stood in the same place and turned a circle. Some of her delightedly looked up at him: "It's so beautiful, so beautiful, my brother, thank you for sending me such a nice dress."
He sat on the sofa, a face half hidden in the morning sun: "Two months, it is not long."
"Well?" she didn't understand.
"This is the size you made two months ago. I let the tailor do it. Now it's just dressed, it hasn't changed at all." His low voice came slowly, his eyes falling on her chest and waist.
Her face turned red. "I, I will change it."
"Just dressed like this," he stopped her. "I said that I want to take you to a good place. I haven't returned to China yet, just today."