The master bedroom is on the second floor, which is very large, and the decoration is also full of luxury.

"You go take a shower first, there are no ladies' clothes here, you can wear my shirt!"

She stood there for a moment, wearing his clothes outside, but what about the inside? It was okay to deal with it all night, it was impossible for her to be so empty in the room all the time, dangling in front of him!

"Don't worry, there's no one else in this house, just me and you!" he said, pointing his finger in the direction of the bathroom, and carrying his travel bag into the cloakroom.

He opened one of the cloakroom doors, pulled the clothes on the hanger to the side, and pressed a button that needed a code to open. A very hidden cabinet popped out, and it was neatly packed with all kinds of guns.

He took the gun and magazine out of his travel bag, threw it in casually, and closed the cabinet door.

All of a sudden, it was a very ordinary wardrobe full of all kinds of clothes.

Pulling out his laptop, he stuffed the travel bag into a corner.

Coming out of the cloakroom, Xia Yucheng was no longer in the house, he went to the bathroom door, gently pushed the door open, and after seeing the slender figure under the shower, he closed the bathroom door again with confidence.

In this house, he is not too worried, because the security is tight, and there is the most sophisticated security system. Even if a fly flies in, it will alarm the alarm system.

So, they are safe. Moreover, in this place, his identity is not the president of GS, but a stockbroker who invests in finance and loves photography.

The maids who have been helping him take care of the house all year round have rarely seen him, and every time he moves here, he calls them to leave.

They won't be allowed to come back until he's gone.

Truth be told, though, he rarely comes here. Therefore, this place will become their destination. The fewer people who know, the safer it will be.

He sat down on the couch, turned on his computer, and began to look up the phone numbers of the high-end women's clothing stores in the district.

In less than half an hour, the highly efficient waiter brought him several sets of the latest dresses and underwear.

"Didn't you say that there are no women's clothes here?" Xia Yucheng, who had her hair scattered and was wrapped in a bath towel, looked at the large pile of women's clothes on the bed and asked in surprise.

"Not before, but now it is!" Feng Hao stood up, endured the throbbing in his heart and didn't touch her, but walked towards the bathroom, "Still, I still like you to wear my shirt." ”

"You're beautiful...... I don't want to ......" Xia Yucheng sat on the edge of the bed and began to rummage through the pile of clothes, picking them up one by one and gesturing.

After a while, she recalled what Feng Hao had just said, and couldn't help but lower her head and be happy.

……

So, when Feng Hao walked out of the bathroom with a sturdy upper body and a white bath towel around his waist, with a slightly lazy expression, a woman wearing a white men's shirt stood in front of him.

He raised his eyes slightly and stared at her, the man's shirt was worn on the woman, a kind of sexual-sensual representation. Not to mention a beautiful woman like Xia Yucheng, she is small and exquisite, her slender and soft body is wrapped in a shirt, and her curves are full of shadows, which makes people reverie.

Her legs were beautiful, white and straight. Exposed underneath the shirt is simply a crime.

Just when she was still two steps away from him, he leaned over and dragged her into his arms, squinting at her slightly.