Jin Beiqing looked down at Xia Jin, "what's the matter? If it's too much, I won't promise you

"Don't worry, it's a very simple thing."

Pursed the corners of his mouth, Jin Beiqing didn't speak, kicked open the door and took Xia Jin in his arms.

"After you've taken a bath, lie down."

“……”

Then she thought she might not be able to say it.

Just when Xia Jin was going to struggle again, Jin Beiqing said coldly, "wash quickly, I'm sleepy."

"Good, good."

Although Xia Jin's heart feels a little stuffy, because of Jin Beiqing's momentum, she doesn't dare to say anything more.

Go to the wardrobe and take out the pajamas, Xia Jin is ready to take a bath in the bathroom.

After Xia Jin enters the bathroom, Jin Beiqing lies on the bed and picks up the mobile phone next to the pillow.

Boss, that woman is a little strange. It's difficult for Dante to find out. It may take some time

The message was from amber.

Looking at the content of the message, Jin Beiqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart became more agitated.

Sitting up, Jin Beiqing is going to take the cigarette box on the bedside table.

But thinking of what Xia Jin said before, I finally gave up

"Jin Beiqing, there is no bath towel in the bathroom. Can you help me with it?"

Xia Jin's voice came from the bathroom. Jin Beiqing took the bath towel and went to the bathroom.

"Open the door."

The bathroom door was opened, and a white hand stretched out, "give it to me."

Jin North Qing eyes flash, but did not do anything, obediently put the towel in the hands of Xia Jin.

Then, Xia Jin quickly closed the bathroom door and locked it.

Just now, she was really afraid of Jin Beiqing's brain. It was OK.

When Xia Jin is ready to wipe her body after washing, she smells an orange smell.

"Jin Beiqing! Why did you pass me your used bath towel? "

"This is the one you love."

“……”

She came back with several bath towels this morning. How could this be the only one left!

Jin Beiqing was obviously intentional!

Although Xia Jin was angry to death, she wiped her body dry with Jin Beiqing's bath towel.

Because even if she didn't use it, Jin Beiqing couldn't get her another one

Put on the bathrobe, Xia Jin came out of the bathroom with a black face.

"Finished?"

Glancing at Jin Beiqing, Xia Jin chooses to ignore him and goes to the bedside to sit down.

And Jin North Qing how can so easily let her, rub to Xia Jin side building lived her waist, and then face buried in her neck.

"It smells."

"Nonsense, that smell is all over your bath towel."

Jin North Qing mouth light hook, smile, "I like it very much, OK, sleep."

"Are you sleepy?"

"Well."

"Go to bed first. My hair is still wet."

Staring at Xia Jin's long black hair behind her, Jin Beiqing frowned.

When will she be able to do that?

After putting on his shoes and getting out of bed, Jin Beiqing went to the dresser, opened the drawer and took out the hair dryer.

"Are you going to blow my hair?" Xia Jin's eyes brightened.

"Well, sit down and don't move."

"Good."

In an instant, Xia Jin is so good that she throws the bath towel aside and sits upright.

Seeing Xia Jin like this, Jin Beiqing's eyes flashed a smile.

"Come on, come on." Xia Jin can't help but start to urge.

Without teasing Xia Jin any more, Jin Beiqing plugged in the hair dryer and sat on the bed to help her blow her hair.

Jin Beiqing has lived for so many years that he seldom blows his hair, let alone for others.

So... It's hard to say enough about this power.Aware of Xia Jin's stiff body, Jin Beiqing's hand stopped, "hurt?"

"No... no pain."

Although that's what she said, Xia Jin's face turned white, not only because her hair was torn by Jin Beiqing, but also because it was hot

"Well, Jin Beiqing, just blow it half dry."

She felt that her scalp was going to be unconscious.

"No, I can't sleep until my hair is dry."

"Not really."

Said, Xia Jin quickly stood up from the bed, and then stretched out her hand to cover his head.

Seeing Xia Jin like this, Jin Beiqing knows that he really hurt Xia Jin just now.

"Sorry, I didn't blow anyone's hair."

"Ha ha." Xia Jin instead happy smile, "nothing, give me two more blowing on the skilled."

Jin Beiqing can take the initiative to blow her hair. She is really happy. She doesn't care whether it hurts or not.

"Come here, I'll be careful this time."

"Stop blowing and go to bed. It's very late."

Quietly looked at Xia Jin for a while, Jin Beiqing just put the hair dryer in his hand aside.

"Well, go to sleep."

"Well."

Should be a, Xia Jin took hair dryer to go to dresser put drawer.

Then they turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

"Jin Beiqing, can I say something now?"

"He said

"If you go back tomorrow, can you text me when you have nothing to do? Just let me know before you do something. "

When Xia Jin's voice falls, Jin Beiqing turns over and holds Xia Jin in her arms.

"Not very convenient."

"Is it?" Xia Jin some lose, "that forget it."

"I can have Maureen tell you what I'm doing."

However, even Molin would only tell Xia Jin what she could know.

See things turn for the better, Xia Jin quickly nodded, "good, this can also."

She asked Jin Beiqing what happened before, but he didn't say it. It only means that he must have encountered some special trouble or had to hide something from himself.

So... She's really upset.

"Don't think about it. You just have to stay here."

Stretched out her hand, Xia Jin put her arms around Jin Beiqing's waist and buried her face in his arms. "OK, you have to be more careful, you know?"

"I see. Go to sleep."

"Well, good night."

Jin Beiqing went to Italy, took such a long flight, and the jet lag was very chaotic, so he fell asleep after a while.

Xia Jin had a sleep during the day, but she was not very sleepy. After Jin Beiqing fell asleep, she watched Jin Beiqing's face in the moonlight.

I really don't know what can make Jin Beiqing upset like this.

"Lingling..."

At this time, the phone rings. It's Jin Beiqing's mobile phone.

Afraid of disturbing Jin Beiqing's sleep, Xia Jin takes her mobile phone, and the name on it makes her stunned.

Who is yuan Qing