"Whew!"

In the early morning, the sun shone into the room, and there were two figures under the silk quilt on the large bed.

One person looks sweet and cute, with long peach blossom eyelashes and slightly pursed lips, which is a sweet sleep, but the sun seems to disturb her dreams.

She shrank into the arms of the maid beside her.

The maid looks a little more magnificent, and the lazy phoenix eyes that open add a touch of fairy to his already handsome face.

The maid Luo Ting got out of bed and went to the bathroom, where she could see a bulge under the silk pajamas in the mirror.

In the mirror, he had long curly hair that was messy, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

Luo Ting looked at the beauty in the mirror and was still stunned, a week has passed, and he still can't adapt to the current situation.

He is no longer Luo Ting, the president of the world's second shipping company, Kolo Group, but Luo Ting, the maid of the presidential palace!

And he went to the woman who thought about it day and night.

Zhang Ziyin entered the bathroom with half-squinted eyes, took off her silk pajamas regardless of the presence of others, and walked under the shower shower.

Seeing that Luo Ting was almost about to have a nosebleed, he hurriedly went out and asked his brother to calm down.

After Zhang Ziyin took a bath, he came out around the bathrobe, and a fair-skinned and beautiful figure on his chest was faintly revealed, "Luo Ting." ”

A sweet voice sounded.

"Huh?" Luo Ting walked up to her and squatted down slightly, "What do you have to say from the president's wife?" ”

Zhang Ziyin shook his wet hair and walked to the open-air balcony on the second floor of the presidential palace, "Help me blow the wind." ”

Luo Ting took a hair dryer and blew Zhang Ziyin's light blue hair, what is called beauty and willfulness, it is Zhang Ziyin, her hair will go from red to purple in a year, and the colorful colors will be tried one by one.

She can hold every color, even stunning.

The light blue is cold, and she is more and more tender.

Twenty-five looks like an eighteen-year-old, which has something to do with her genes.

"Sir, didn't you come back yesterday?" Zhang Ziyin asked lightly.

"Yes, ma'am, Mr. President has a busy schedule."

Zhang Ziyin snorted lightly.

It's been a month since I got married to the presidential palace, and I've only seen Mr. President three times.

So far, neither of them has shared a bed.

Luo Ting blew the wind on her with one hand and pinched her hair with the other, "Mrs. President, Mr. is going to visit Country A the day after tomorrow, and you are already on the accompanying list." ”

Zhang Ziyin glanced at Luo Ting lightly and asked him to stop blowing, "You go and ask the stylist to come over, I want to change my hair color and accompany him out on a visit, this hair color will definitely not work." ”

Luo Ting looked at Zhang Ziyin's expectant eyes, and his heart had already set off a monstrous anger.

How could she forget all about the relationship she had six years ago.

Forget all about their sons and daughters.

And to be able to fall in love with someone so unscrupulously!

Accompany the president on his visit and change his hair color!

"Yes, ma'am."

Luo Ting hid the hatred in his heart.

Zhang Ziyin hasn't had such leisure time for a long time, the warm spring sun is breezy, and he is a little drowsy when he does his hair on the balcony.

"Mr. President!"

"Sir."

"Sir!"

A figure of a man in a handmade tailored suit slowly approached.

The maid stylists saluted one after another, and Luo Ting also lowered his head to say hello.

I saw Jun Aokai striding towards the woman resting on the chair with her eyes closed, a breeze blowing on the balcony, there was a faint sandalwood fragrance on the woman's body, which smelled good, but it was mixed with the intention of covering up the blood, which made people feel extremely contradictory.

This perfume is the favorite of female agents of the internationally renowned terrorist organization ARMS.

The breeze swept down a spring leaf and landed on Zhang Ziyin's head, waking her up.

"Jun Aokai!" Zhang Ziyin shouted with a girlish heart.

The man in front of her, who is only thirty years old and is already a high-powered, handsome and imposing man, is her husband!

It's fun to think about.

However, a thin layer of anger appeared on the man's face, and he grabbed Zhang Ziyin's neck with his hand, "Who allowed you to go to see her?" ”

Zhang Ziyin had trouble breathing.

The servants on both sides hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.