Chapter 10

With a click, the door was opened.

In the dark night, Wen Shishi was startled and asked in a sharp voice, "who?"

"Who else can it be?" Mr. sniper said in a soft voice. He directly perched in front of Wen Shishi and put his hands on both sides of her body, trapping her under himself. His voice was gentle: "if you don't sleep so late, are you waiting for me?"

Wen Shishi is biting her lips, but she is still not suitable for such close contact with him.

Fortunately, the dark can let her hide their guilty: "I did not."

"If you're not waiting for me, why do you call as soon as you get a text message?"

Mr. sniper chuckled and stopped pressing her.

He stood up straight, opened the wardrobe: "poetry, come here."

Wen Shishi reached out a hand from the quilt and put it on the palm of his hand. His voice was small: "it's so late. Why don't you have a rest early?"

"I just want you to choose the clothes. What are you thinking?"

Embarrassed, Wen Shishi quickly argued: "no, I didn't think about anything."

Mr. sniper didn't tear her down either. He leaned over and held her firmly beside him. "A woman should at least have her own skirt."

Wen did not respond: "ah?"

Mr. sniper said: "from the first time I saw you, you were just wearing jeans, or a cheap carpet. At that time, I had been imagining that if you put on a skirt, it would be beautiful. "

He stretched out his hand, fingertips across a row of skirts, and finally chose a cream white dress. The simple and generous design and dignified style fit with Wen Shishi's temperament.

He handed the skirt to Wen Shishi: "go and change it. Let me have a look."

Wen Shishi took the skirt, a little embarrassed: "now?"

"Well, right now," sniper said with a smile, "don't you want to try on the skirt? Then we have to do something else... "

Wen Shishi was startled and rushed into the bathroom with her skirt.

"Little liar." Sniper's lips, with a doting smile, squats down and begins to choose the right pair of high heels for her.

Different from sniper's leisure, Wen Shishi is sitting on the toilet lid with her dress in her arms. She is as red as a ripe shrimp, embarrassed and embarrassed.

I don't know why, every time in front of Mr. sniper, she seems to become a little clumsy.

The skirt in her hand is beautiful and generous. When she opened the wardrobe today, she took a fancy to this one at the first sight, but she didn't expect that Mr. sniper's eyes were the same as hers.

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Wen Shishi was startled.

"Poetry," Mr. sniper's silhouette through the glass, can only see a contour, but the deep magnetic voice is clear: "you have been in for 15 minutes, if you can't change, then I will come in to help you change."

Wen Shishi quickly refused: "I can do it!"

"Well," he chuckled, "I'll wait for you outside."

Mr. sniper seems to like the dark very much, and there is no light in the bathroom.

Wen Shishi changed into a new skirt by the light outside. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself inside.

When she went out, even sniper was stunned, and her eyes became eager.

"I have a good eye."

He was holding a pair of white pointed diamond high-heeled shoes in his hand. He squatted down in front of her and helped her put them on with his own hands. His tall body was elongated again by the high-heeled shoes.

Sniper reaches to the back of her head, gently removes the band from her hair, and lets her black and satin hair come down.

The hair that tied up for a long time suddenly loosened, with a slight radian, which made her face more delicate.

Mr. sniper seems to be particularly satisfied with her hair, fingers through the middle of the black hair, repeated: "Fu Yicheng does not know how to gamble."

Wen Shishi looks at him suspiciously.

"A good piece of jade, in his hands just wasted into a stone."

Wen Shishi laughs at himself: "maybe I'm just a stone. I'm just lucky to meet a buyer who doesn't know how to buy, and I'm a treasure."

Mr. sniper pinned her broken hair behind her ears: "are you questioning my eyes?"

"No, I just don't think I'm worthy of the evaluation of" Pu Yu. "

"I say you deserve it, and you deserve it," Mr. sniper said, putting his arm around her waist, holding her chin in his other hand and kissing her heavily on the lips. "If I put on makeup, my poems will be more beautiful."

In the moonlight outside, Wen Shishi saw Mr. sniper's face for the first time.

His mask, to be exact.

Above the nose, all the way to the forehead, was blocked by a white mask, only a pair of bright and deep eyes appeared, facing her.As if burned, Wen Shishi avoided his eyes.

"Scared by me?"

Wen Shishi shook his head: "not scared, just a little surprised."

"Well," Mr. sniper snorted, "I went to see your uncle in the hospital today?"

Wen Shishi answered: "I'd better give you back the five million you gave me later. When the divorce procedure is finished, I'll go out and look for a job. I can pay for my uncle's medical expenses, and I'll save money to pay for your uncle's operation expenses. "

On his lips, held by his fingers.

He said: "poetry, you should know that I am not short of money, you know what I want."

Wen Shi choked.

She was put down on the bed by Mr. sniper, gently pecking and kissing her, from the forehead to the tip of the nose, from the back of the ear to the lip, gentle and full of male aggression, so that she gradually forgot to struggle.

"The light is not on now, can you take off the mask?"

"Sorry, Shishi, not yet." His kisses became more and more intense, his clothes became obstacles, and her body was his battlefield.

In the moonlight, sniper covers her eyes with her hand: "good, concentrate, feel me well."

"Mr. sniper..."

"Well?"

“…… There's one thing I don't think I can hide from you. "

"What's the matter?"

Wen Shishi closed his eyes and tears fell from the corner of his eyes: "I It's infertile. "

The man froze, but soon recovered as usual.

"That's why I got divorced." She bit her lip: "if you just think of me as a replacement bed mate, it doesn't matter, if you want children I It's not a good choice. "

"I know," Mr. sniper's voice said softly and strangely, "leave it to me."