Chapter 953

The girl's deer-like eyes dazzled slightly under the light.

With pure innocence, it also touched people's heartstrings.

Song Boyan put down the soup, with a little smile in his eyes, "Does my clothes look too big?"

"It's better to be bigger." Tang Li said: "Oversize is not all fashionable now."

Whether or not she brought clothes, she stayed at night.

After supper, I was sent back upstairs first.

In the master bedroom where the president lives, Tang Li picked out a set of men's pajamas and put him in his arms to wash.

There are also two mouthwash cups on the washstand.

Tang Li took the cup and toothbrush he had used and went into the shower. He used men's products for bathing. When the warm water washed away the foam on his shoulders, the air was filled with the fragrance of sweet almonds.

Dark blue pajamas were put on her body, covering her hands and feet.

He simply bent down and rolled up his trouser legs and rolled up his cuffs. On the way from the shower to the washstand, there were wet footprints one after another.

Tang Li opened the door and found that Song Boyan had also returned to the master bedroom.

Right now, unbuttoning my shirt by the bed.

The man's back was tall and broad, and a little light hit his side face and lower jaw, neutralizing the hardness of the outline.

Song Boyan turned his head and saw that Tang Lizhen was wearing his own clothes. Because it didn't fit, his shoulders were about to fall, and a towel was wrapped around his head, like a little monk who secretly wore a cassock.

It seems that he does not do it again and again, and even his men's cotton mop is on his feet.

This dress is so funny.

"Take my slippers off, what should I wear?"

"I'll give it back to you." A pair of small feet withdrew from the cotton mop.

After taking a bath, the water vapor on the girl's body was a light fragrance that Song Boyan was familiar with, from head to toe... It even made people wonder if she was still using a razor.

When he came out of the shower, Tang Li was already lying on the bed playing with his phone.

A head of seven-point dry hair hangs down her neck.

The bedside was sunken, and Tang Li turned her face away. Seeing Song Boyan sitting beside her, her hair was still wet, she put the phone beside the pillow, picked up the hair dryer on the bedside table, and leaned over spontaneously.

Song Boyan was wearing a black satin pajamas.

The fabric is so close to the skin that it doesn't hide the firm chest.

With the buzzing sound of the wind blowing, a wave of warmth swept across Song Boyan's neck, and when he looked up, it was Tang Li who was holding the handle of the dryer.

The next second, Tang Li was embraced by his waist.

The two are close to each other, and the man's low voice is in their ears: "If you lose weight, there will be only a few taels of meat left on your body."

Tang Li answered: "It looks good on the camera like this."

"Isn't health more important than being in the mirror?" Song Boyan put his arms around her waist and continued to speak, "Like those who are thin to pieces of paper, they collapse when the wind blows."

"You don't like me being thin too." Tang Li said.

Before she finished speaking, she added: "If I had a swimming ring on my waist, how would you stare at my waist on the night of the bonfire festival at the foot of Fengyang Mountain?"

"And my waist is thin, so you can hold it and play with it."

Song Boyan: "..."

This is full of sarcasm.

He almost threw the three words of seriousness on his head, but he told people that there was nothing he could do about her.

"If you say one sentence and three sentences, you are good at running people."

Tang Li was about to answer with the hairdryer, when the phone rang on the bedside table.

It's Song Boyan's phone.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at an overseas number.

Before Song Boyan stretched out his hand, Tang Li leaned over and took the phone: "It seems to be a sales call."

Seeing her playing tricks, Song Boyan smiled, full of connivance: "Then don't pick it up."