Feng Hao laughed in a low voice: "Then you get me into bed - go up and serve me well...... Perhaps, bewitched by beauty, I will make a holy decree, as you wish!"

"Not serious!" Xia Yucheng laughed coquettishly, gave him a blank look, and then gently pushed him away, "Let me change my clothes...... Woe, my clothes ......"

Only then did she remember that the clothes she wore yesterday might not be able to be worn, and she was here, and she had no clothes at all. Today is the first day of work, and it is so wolfy.

"Let's go, change clothes!" Feng Hao picked her up with both hands and walked out of the bathroom.

"Where are you going?"

"Cloakroom!"

……

Standing in the spacious and luxurious cloakroom, Xia Yucheng stared at Yiqiē in front of him with wide eyes, unable to say a word.

The cloakroom is beautifully decorated and exquisitely impeccable.

A row of wardrobes on the right hand is filled with all sorts of brand-new designer women's clothes without cut-out tags. Even matching shoes and bags are available.

On the other side are men's suits, jackets and shirts of various colors, and ties, belts, and cufflinks are neatly arranged.

"These are ......"

"Don't worry, it's all yours, your size, I know!" his fingertips circled around her waist and landed on her undulating white plumpness, causing her to shudder.

Jerky, where could she withstand his deliberate teasing, helplessly put her chin on his shoulder, her body clinging to his, and her reason was already gone.

"Don't make a fuss...... Hao ......" Xia Yucheng tried his best to regain a trace of reason, "I can't be late for the first day." ”

Feng Hao reluctantly let go, she immediately chose a set of white lace underwear and put it on with a quick speed, and then put on a goose** dress, and covered a small white coat outside.

"Not bad!" Feng Hao looked at her with a smile as he tied his tie.

"Aren't all the clothes you chose? ”

"The clothes are chosen by Lily, and the people are the ones I choose. The shelves are good, and any clothes can be worn with a different taste. ”

The cloakroom is located by the window, and a delicate dressing table is specially made for cosmetics and a bottle of blooming white roses.

Xia Yucheng walked over and opened the drawer, which was filled with all kinds of exquisitely crafted headdresses.

She chose the simplest coffee-colored hair tie, tied her long hair together, and tied it in a beautiful ponytail.

"What is this?" the well-dressed Feng Hao stood behind her, and at a glance he spotted the scar on the back of her neck.

Although the color of the scar has faded a lot, the cloth on her delicate and white neck is still visible at a glance.

"No......" Before she finished speaking, Feng Hao's fingers stroked it and rubbed it with her fingertips.

"Is it Gu Shaoyang?"

His question was not answered by Xia Yucheng.

Her expression was a little dazed, as if she had returned to the age of sixteen, as if she had seen herself running out of the school health room with the back of her neck covered.

Bright red blood stained her white school uniform, and behind her, the demonic boy was still chasing her.

She fell into the arms of a man as soon as she was headlong, and the warmth that was close at hand made her heart no longer have nowhere to put it.

Therefore, she is not revenge or robbery for Lu Licheng as Gu Qianyu said.

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