Chapter 270 He Is Very Tired

He hasn't changed clothes for three days. With his level of mysophobia, can he bear it?

He had a cold face, a dark gray mask on his left cheek, and his sharp eyes were bloodshot, which showed that he hadn't slept a wink in several days.

She twitched the corners of her lips, "What are you doing here?"

He ignored her taunts, since she had never acknowledged him as her boyfriend anyway.

His long legs took a step forward, and he couldn't help but walk towards the master bedroom.

He took a set of men's pajamas from the cabinet. He had already sent servants to move all his daily necessities and clothes to her house.

He went into the bathroom to take a shower, came out in his pajamas five minutes later, and fell asleep on the bed.

Thinking of the bed photos of him and Romona, she felt depressed and impetuous. No matter how good the men used by other women were, she, Cheng Yingxuan, would not disdain them!

I want to drag him up and ask him what's going on with that photo?

Why were he and Romona at the World Trade Hotel at the same time last night? How could Romona answer the call on his mobile phone at one o'clock in the middle of the night?

A series of questions appeared in her mind, making her uncomfortable.

Looking at his extremely tired face...

She frowned and decided to wait until he woke up.

Just a few seconds after he closed his eyes, he suddenly opened them, took her hand, pulled her to the bed, turned sideways, stretched out his long arms, and held her in his arms.

He also hugged Romona in this posture...

She suddenly felt nauseated and reached out to break open his arms that were holding her. Unexpectedly, his arms were as hard as iron and powerful. He circled her domineeringly and refused to let go, "Xuan, sleep with you in my arms. I feel good." Peace of mind..."

She really wanted to reply to him, "Go and hold Romona to sleep!"

Before the words could be spoken, I saw that he had his eyes closed, breathing deeply, and was already asleep.

There are many doubts, and it can even be said that there is solid evidence that he slept with other women.

Looking at his handsome face close at hand, thick and long eyelashes, high bridge of nose, strong and outstanding outline, and lips that seem to be pursed but not pursed, they are full of sexiness.

Staring at his lips, I remembered that in the photo, Romona was in the same position as now, so close to his lips.

The woman named Luo probably wanted to kiss him at that time.

Being able to take such intimate photos shows that he did it voluntarily!

She wanted to kiss him secretly now, but thinking of Romona's previous use of this gesture, her face darkened, "Let me go."

He half-opened his eyelids tiredly and said, "Hold on."

"I want you to let go!" Her voice was cold.

"Cheng Yingxuan, today is Sunday, you don't have to go to work." His voice was magnetic and hoarse, and he caressed her cheek with his big palm, as if coaxing a child, "Be good, sleep with me, I'm very tired."

"Where were you last night? In other words, where have you been since the night before?" she asked in a cold voice.

"We'll talk about it after I wake up." Maybe he was sleeping on his left side, but he didn't take off the mask on his left cheek. The mask sank into the pillow, causing discomfort on his facial skin. He turned over and lay flat on his back. , but the strength holding her still didn't loosen at all.

Perhaps out of her last shred of trust in him, she didn't get hysterical and said, "You go to sleep, I'm going to get up."

"No." His cold, tired voice was still full of dominance.

"I want to get up and make breakfast for Xiaobao."

He listened and then reluctantly let go.

As soon as she was free, she sat up from the bed and stared at his sleeping face for three seconds, resisting the urge to kick him out of the bed.