Her hands are soft, and the action of helping him fiddle with his hair is also very light. Originally, he was just looking for an excuse, but now because of the gentle action and the moderate temperature of the wind, he is a little relaxed
Close your eyes, he let her blow her hair, sleepiness slowly hit
However, his hair was half dry and short. It was blown dry in a few minutes.
Ran Mu Xun put down the hair dryer and said, "OK..."
Huo Tingyu did not respond.
She was stunned and looked at the time. It was already ten o'clock
She remembers that Huo is always a very principled person. Unless there are special circumstances, he will go home before 10 o'clock even if he works overtime
Now, it's nine fifty.
Besides, it's not good for him to stay here so late.
So, she called him carefully: "Mr. Huo? Mr. Huo
Huo Tingyu didn't really fall asleep. As soon as she called him, he opened his eyes. His eyes flashed slightly at the bright black eyes under her glasses
"Well?"
"Mr. Huo, it's a little late..."
But Huo Tingyu didn't look at the time. Instead, he stared at her. Her hair was also half wet. She fell into the swimming pool before and changed clothes later. She didn't have a chance to blow dry her hair. Although it was half wet now, some of her hair still stuck to her cheek and neck
Her hair is very black and her skin is very white. The beauty of this visual contrast makes his Adam's apple move
He almost... No, he had never seen Secretary Ran's hair come down.
Just now her hair was wet and tied into a bun, so he didn't notice
Now her bun was a little messy, and the shorter hair beside her was also scattered, so he could see her side
Without thinking, he stretched out his hand and passed it through her neck. She opened her eyes wide. Before she could react, her hair had been scattered, and some of it was scattered on her shoulder
Just in a hurry to see him off, she went to get the hair dryer as soon as she entered the room. She didn't have a chance to change the off shoulder dress that made her uncomfortable
So, slightly wet hair
It's directly spread on her white and tender shoulder
"Mr. Huo, Mr. Huo!"
She stammered a step back.
But Huo Tingyu stopped it.
Huo Tingyu stood up and picked up the hair dryer. "If you don't blow dry your hair, you will catch a cold."
Yes, it's true, but
Why should he blow her hair?!
He's her boss, her boss!
Ran Mutian stopped him immediately, "Mr. Huo, I can come by myself..."
"Reciprocity."
He calmly pulled her over, pressed her on the sofa and helped her blow her hair.
Perhaps with her "good teacher", he is also very gentle and professional when blowing his hair. The moderate temperature of the wind and the appropriate distance will not perm her or blow her.
His big hand gently through her hair, gently blowing her every hair
Ran Mu Xun sat rigidly on the sofa and did not move.
The sofa was very soft, but now she was sitting like a needle and felt, deeply uncomfortable.
What's the situation? The boss of the president helps her blow her hair?!
It's magic, isn't it?!
His fingertips gently caressed her cheek and earlobe
Her ears were burning. Holding her breath, she suddenly felt that the room was so quiet that she could even hear her heart beating