For a long time, Lin Pan looked at Lu Yuanhe's name on his mobile phone and silently lit a cigarette.

Jian Xi was drunk today, he originally wanted to call her family and friends and ask them to pick them up, but he didn't expect that Jian Xi had this one contact in his mobile phone.

Lu Yuanhyuk. Lin Pan remembered the man who relieved the pigeon in the bar, and after the pigeon didn't sing, he brought him here. It is said that he has hundreds of millions of assets and is the youngest and most promising leader on the rich list.

Lin Pan silently took a big sip, put down Jian Xi's phone, picked up his mobile phone, and decided to make a call to Xiaoge first.

"Sorry, the phone you are calling is turned off......"

At this time, the white pigeon's mobile phone has been turned off by Lu Yuanhe, and Lu Yuanhe himself has turned off the mobile phone. He didn't want anyone to disturb their appointment today.

The oldest classic western restaurant "Tonight" in Banyan City, seats must be reserved at least three months in advance. Tonight, this place was chartered by Lu Yuanhe. "The quartet here is also one of the characteristics of this restaurant, and many people come here."

The white dove turned his face to look.

Truly. This quartet is not a restaurant interpretation level at all, but a professional level!

The white pigeon was looking at the stage attentively, and Lu Yuanhe had already handed the cut steak in his hand to the white pigeon naturally. "You eat this one first, help you cut it, your hands are inconvenient." Then he lowered his head and cut the piece in front of him.

The white pigeon looked at Lu Yuanhe opposite, his fingers holding the knife and fork were slender and white, as if he was carving a work of art. "Lu Yuanhe, you have done so much for me, but sometimes I think, on the other hand, I look at myself, there is nothing that can help you and give it to you. For you, there are no precious gifts, and what expensive gifts can catch your eye, and nothing is unusual to you. ”

"Who said that," Lu Yuanhe put down the knife and fork in his hand. "If you want to give me a gift...... Why don't you just ...... Play me a tune. ”

In the restaurant, there is a grand piano specially prepared for performances. The white pigeon did not shirk it, stepped forward, sat down on the piano bench, glanced at Lu Yuanhe, and then stroked the black and white keyboard, just like greeting an old friend, every key catered to her call, every note sensed her melody, "Grand Polonaise" poured out, just to describe her mood tonight.

This one has a bit of a nocturne, like a quiet lake reflecting the shadow of the moon. The calm surface was sprinkled with the starlight of a whole starry sky, like a sparkling diamond sprinkled all over the lake.

"It seems that you like Chopin very much," at the end of the song, Lu Yuanhyuk was still immersed in the wonderful feeling of boating on the lake in the song, "They all said that this song has the most Parisian atmosphere, and it happens to go well with the wine I chose today." Lu Yuanhe picked up a goblet, "Such a beautiful tune should be accompanied by a bottle of good wine." ”

The white pigeon fox looked at Lu Yuanhe suspiciously, "Aren't you allergic to alcohol?" ”

Lu Yuanhe nodded, "This bottle of wine is for you." He handed the glass to the white dove, "Lafite's red wine, if you don't drink it, you will be a terrible thing." Known as the queen of the wine kingdoms, the floral and fruity aromas stand out. Lafite has a gentle and gentle personality, but it is somewhat similar to you. You taste it. ”

The white pigeon took the wine glass, and the feeling of the first taste was natural, bright and full of vitality. If you taste it carefully, it is soft, mellow and mellow. It may be that Lu Yuanhe's explanation is patient and meticulous, and it is easy to understand, or it may be that the playground is too dreamy, the moonlight is too beautiful, in short, tonight's wine is also very smooth.

Until getting into the car, on the way back, the white pigeon was still muttering about tonight's red wine. The remaining half bottle of wine was stunned and let her take it back.

"That's how much you're drinking...... Don't dare to compliment ......" Lu Yuanhe looked sideways at the little face of the white pigeon and red fluttering, "Knowing your own amount of alcohol, you can't let go of drinking outside in the future." In the past few days, when the crew has an itinerary, they will ask someone to accompany you, and when there is no itinerary, they will walk around with me like today, and tomorrow the crew will not be arranged, do you have any plans to go where to play? I see you love wine, how about taking you to a winery here? ”

After not hearing the echo of the white pigeon for a long time, Lu Yuanhe turned his head to look and found that the white pigeon didn't know when he got up, and he had fallen asleep softly. Her face was soft, and her body was soft.

The hair is shaggy, and he is leaning on Lu Yuanhe's shoulder at this time, and Lu Yuanhe's neck is itchy.

Lu Yuanhe instructed Han Bin to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner, and then sat upright, until he arrived at the house, Lu Yuanhe was already numb by the little head on his shoulder.

After instructing Han Bin to cook the decanting soup, Lu Yuanhe carried the little thing directly into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed and looking to the right, I couldn't help it, and pecked on the white pigeon's lips.

Although I am really reluctant, I can only stop at a superficial level. If you kiss again, Lu Yuanhyuk may go to the hospital again. knew that it would be better not to ask her to drink, Lu Yuanhe slapped himself on the head. What kind of wine does she drink? It's so difficult to kiss now, and the president is in a mood called chagrin at this time.

The wound on the white dove's head was no longer visible, and new hair had grown. Finally, the old wound was healed, but a new wound was added to the hand. Lu Yuanhe reached out and touched the face of the white pigeon in distress, and the girl was half asleep and half awake, and put her face on him again.

Because Lu Yuanhe was born with a lower body temperature than ordinary people, his fingers are always cold and cold, and he is very comfortable to put on his face. The white pigeon simply held the hand on his face, refusing to let go, Lu Yuanhe simply lay down next to the white pigeon, and put his other arm under the white pigeon's neck.

At first, the white pigeon slept peacefully, but after less than ten minutes, he instinctively turned around and snuggled up to Lu Yuanhe's chest. His breath was also cold, and the white pigeon sniffed greedily and hugged the person tighter.

This girl doesn't know what shampoo she used, and it smells surprisingly good. Lu Yuanhe saw that Bai Ge was still wearing a dress during the day and was sleeping unsteadily, so he wanted to ask someone to help her change her clothes. But don't talk about Rongcheng, even if it is Jiangcheng's house, there is no woman around President Lu, all of them are men, otherwise there would be no rumors that the young master of Huanyu has an abnormal sexual orientation.

But this girl is now frowning with a pair of small eyebrows, her little face is also bulging, and she reaches out and scratches her neck from time to time, obviously not sleeping well. Lu Yuanhe's eyes closed, it's not like he hasn't seen it anyway, what's wrong with watching it again?

As soon as he said it, Lu Yuanhe took off the white pigeon's clothes and put on the silk nightdress prepared for her.

Lu Yuanhe looked at his work and felt very satisfied.

The white pigeon is already fair-skinned, because of the blush on his cheeks when he drinks, and his slightly drunk temperament makes people unable to take their eyes off it. The cherry-like lips were small and full, and the eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if they had a good dream. What kind of dream is it? Lu Yuanhe was a little curious.

Looking at it, Lu Yuanhe began to feel that something was wrong.

Those women who can't stop him from pounce on him, all of them have exquisite makeup, and they all have to show the best and most satisfying appearance to please Lu Yuanhe. Bai Pigeon doesn't often wear makeup, looking at her face at this time, Lu Yuanhe suddenly remembered something, with the only little understanding he had about women, Lu Yuanhe remembered, this girl ...... It's supposed to be to remove makeup, right?

But he really couldn't bear to call the white dove up, and he couldn't bear to sleep with makeup on his skin all night, and his skin would be uncomfortable tomorrow morning. So Lu Yuanhe opened the white pigeon's luggage by himself, took out a number of bottles and cans in the makeup bag, and placed them on the bedside table in turn.

Straight men should have been helpless in the face of makeup bags. But with Lu Yuanhe's excellent English level, it is really easy to read the instructions of these skin care products. But...... To figure out the more accurate dosage...... It's a little bit more difficult...... Unfortunately...... There is no female ...... around Lu Yuanhyuk

So that night, Xiao Cheng of the secretary department received a call from the president at half past eleven in the night, and she almost fell out of bed in shock.

But it doesn't seem to be a business. The president did not hold him accountable at the first time, neither got angry, nor let himself go to the human resources office to resign, Xiao Cheng thought about it in his heart...... The more I think about it, the more strange it becomes...... Could it be ...... After a few years of getting along, the president finally saw himself and found himself better?

Listening to the president's somewhat embarrassed tone on the other end of the phone, Xiao Cheng's heart was horizontal, "President, if you have anything, just say it directly!" "It's a pleasure to stab horizontally and vertically.

Lu Yuanhe pondered for a moment, "Hmm...... That's it, this ...... How are cleansing oils and cleansing gels used? ”

Nani?

Xiao Cheng's face was full of black lines.

Where is this, is it a fake president today? No, the phone number is genuine.

But in the middle of the night, the president shared his skin care experience with himself, and it was already weird just to think about it, okay?

"I'm going to buy a cosmetics company, and makeup remover is the star product." Lu Yuanhe thought about it and explained.

"Oooh...... The president is like this, this makeup remover needs to be emulsified, especially the makeup remover gel, to dry your hands and face, first apply and massage evenly, and then use water to emulsify and open the ......"

"How much water?"

"Just get your hands wet." Xiao Cheng became more and more sure that Lu Shao had some hidden diseases such as transvestism, and he must have found that it was difficult to remove after applying makeup to himself.

Lu Yuanhe didn't realize the small theater in the hearts of the female employees at all, and just asked vigorously: "Then what?" ”

"Then there is the eye and lip makeup remover, you need to use a cotton pad, pour the makeup remover, gently cover the eyelids for about ten seconds, and then gently wipe the eyelashes down......"

Lu Yuanhe turned on the hands-free and followed the steps step by step, but for a few moments, his brain suddenly went blank.

Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?

Lu Yuanhe issued such soul torture to himself several times.

Is this me? What am I doing here? I'm removing makeup from a little girl? Well? One day I'll sit on the edge of the bed and remove makeup from a little girl?

During the makeup removal, Han Bin came in once to deliver decanting soup, and was glared out by Lu Yuanhyuk. One is a big rough old man who doesn't understand anything and really can't help, and another Lu Yuanhe really doesn't want the second person to see the white pigeon sleeping or not.

When the white pigeon woke up the next morning, he stretched and sat up, and then found something fluttering on the quilt. Unexpectedly...... Is it a face mask?