Chapter 29

"Qin Sitong." his voice suddenly sounded in the carriage, making the sesame cake she was chewing almost stuck in her throat.

She looked up at him and saw him still with his eyes closed. His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids. Under the bridge of his straight nose, his thin lips closed one by one and said, "next time, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to hang up on me, okay?" in a faint tone, but there was a strange sense of existence in the quiet carriage, People feel as if their internal organs have been impacted, and they can't ignore his words.

As if his words were imperial edicts, no one could violate them.

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At Jun Jisheng's residence, Jun Jisheng directly asked the servant to take her to take a bath and change her clothes spilled with fruit juice.

Qin Sitong wanted to go back to school first, but the protest was invalid. He was directly washed in the Jacuzzi by the servants.

After taking a bath, the servant gave her clothes, all of which were sleeping clothes and skirts. "No formal dress?" she asked.

"This is the order of the president," replied the servant respectfully.

After putting on the nightdress, Qin Sitong was brought to Jun Jisheng again. Jun Jisheng was wearing a bathrobe and was wiping his hair with a big towel. Obviously, he had just taken a bath.

"Come here." Jun Jisheng raised his eyes and glanced at her.

The problem is that she doesn't want to go at all! Qin Sitong looks at the servant who led her in, but the servant completely stares back and exits the room.

"Come here, don't let me say it again for the third time!" Jun Jisheng's voice was cold.

Qin Si Tong took a deep breath and moved forward reluctantly.

Jun Jisheng directly threw the towel on his hand into her hand, and his thin lips spit out two words, "wipe dry."

She then towel, staring at the person in front of her. At the moment, he is sitting on the sofa with his head down, while she is standing in front of him and looking down at him.

This was the first time she looked at him from such an angle. Inexplicably, she had a very strange feeling, as if he needed to bow his head in front of her, and she could control him!

God, how can you feel like this! Qin Si Tong quickly shook his head. Who can control a man like Jun Jisheng!

Suddenly, his head was raised, and Feng Mou looked at her, "what's the matter?"

She was so excited that her heart suddenly seemed to miss the beat, "nothing... Nothing!" she hurriedly covered his head with a towel, which was tantamount to blocking his eyes in a disguised form.

She wiped his hair, but he was very cooperative. She let her fingers caress his head across the towel, making Qin Sitong feel like he was wiping the hair of a dog who had just taken a bath.

After a while, she put the towel down, "wipe it."

"Help me dry my hair," he continued.

So she glanced around, saw the hair dryer, quickly took it and began to blow her hair to the president.

Her fingers were inserted into his hair and gently pulled his hair, so that the wind of the hair dryer could blow into his hair more fully.

The white fingers gently stroked on the scalp, which also made Jun Jisheng's original casual body become slowly tight.