In the living room, the sound of the hair dryer is in my ears.

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

On weekdays, when she is busy at work, the hairstylist often has to change her into a variety of different looks.

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

The man's broad palm was attached to the top of her head, gently rubbing her hair, and the distance of the hair dryer was moderate, not too hot, and it could dry the moisture.

Yan Shiqi sat upright, his face was a little red, and his hot fingertips sometimes brushed her ear bones, causing a fine tremble.

It's different, it's not the same at all!

Most of the hairstylists are also men, but the feeling they feel when they blow her hair is not comparable to the throbbing that Qin Baiyu brought her.

He's different!

Yan Shiqi's mind was in a daze, all his senses were concentrated under the man's fingertips, and the dense touch spread from the top of his head to his whole body, and the old deer in his heart jumped up and down again......

Ten minutes after blow-drying your hair.

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

Qin Baiyu smiled at the corner of his lips and glanced at her, helpless and conniving.

"Go to sleep, there's no work tomorrow morning. Let Mu Yi send you to Quancheng in the afternoon, go early and return early. ”

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

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

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

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

Outside the window, a light rain gradually began to fall in the thunderous sky, and the raindrops became louder.

In the sound of rain, the man's figure invaded her thoughts everywhere.

Like a glass of aged wine, even if he doesn't do anything, his distant bearing and dignity are also intoxicating.

She began to 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 was washed with water, the blue color was continuous, and the ground was still wet.

Yan Shiqi didn't see Qin Baiyu when he left, only Sister-in-law Lin was busy in the kitchen. She simply ate some toast and milk, sent him a WeChat message, and took Mu Yi's nanny car to Parkson Mall.

Today, a brand settled in and invited her to the platform.

At half past eight, backstage in the shopping mall, Ling Zihuan stood by the makeup mirror with clothes in his hands, his eyes kept on Yan Shiqi's body, his face, behind his ears, his neck, and his arms......

Well, it's white and thorough, and there are no traces......

At this time, after the makeup artist laid out the loose powder for Yan Shiqi, he looked at her through the makeup mirror with emotion, "Seventeen, your skin is so good, you don't need to cover up much when you put on makeup, I really envy people!"

Dylan, less than thirty years old, is the exclusive makeup artist that Cheng Yenan equipped Yan Shiqi.

Bent!

"Good work. Yan Shiqi responded with a smile, and when Dylan walked aside to sort out her makeup bag, she swept to Ling Zihuan and raised her eyebrows, "What are you looking at?"

This little girl's eyes are about to burn two holes in her!

Hearing this, Ling Zihuan quietly leaned into her ear, with a gossipy look, and said amazingly, "Seventeenth sister, haven't you and Mr. Qin applauded for love?"

Yan Shiqi: "......"

Applaud for love......

"Sister, don't just stare at me, is there any? Tell me, I'm curious!"

Ling Zihuan was as anxious as a little fox waiting to eat meat, and his eyes were full of burning starlight.

Yan Shiqi's face was slightly embarrassed, and he reached out and pulled the lantern braid that hung 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 going home!" Ling Zihuan's eyes flickered, and he held his clothes in his arms and shook them: "I see that you are asleep, and then let the big ...... The driver's eldest brother sent me back first. ”

She panicked......

Did Da Mu tell the fourth uncle about her......