Jian Yunxi sat like pins and needles, Fu Yanze didn't move, and she didn't move.

After a short silence, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Are you going to help me blow my hair?" ”

“…… Thinking too much. Fu Yanze looked at her expressionlessly.

"Ahem." Jian Yunxi coughed dryly.

The scene is extremely embarrassing, she shouldn't think too much, the president in her impression is all high up and no one in her eyes, how can she do such a trivial thing for her!

She pursed her pink lips aggrievedly and consciously took the hair dryer.

But the drunkard didn't mean to drink, Jian Yunxi just wanted to come down and get some salt, and absentmindedly blew twice on the messy hair.

At first, she turned the direction quite seriously, and she glanced at it secretly, and had to admit that Fu Yanze was so handsome that he was miserable, weak-legged, rich and beautiful, and he could really be willful to lawlessness.

But it's been a few minutes, why hasn't he meant to go upstairs yet?

The corners of Jian Yunxi's mouth twitched, "Thank you for choosing to believe me today." ”

"I know who you are."

"Uh...... Is that Miss Jiang familiar with you? ”

As soon as the words came out, Jian Yunxi himself sounded sour.

When Fu Yanze heard this, his eyes were deeper, his lips were raised in a vague arc, and his voice was steady and cold, "Are you jealous?" ”

She was stunned for a few seconds, "...... I'm not, I don't. ”

Afraid that Fu Yanze wouldn't believe it, he added, "I know that you only married me to deal with your family, so ......"

The result gets darker and darker.

Inexplicably, Fu Yanze's original not very good mood suddenly became relaxed.

Jian Yunxi pursed her lips and didn't want to speak, she was holding a hair dryer and was blowing leisurely, when suddenly her hands were empty and she was snatched away.

Before she had time to be surprised, the warm wind returned to her half-wet hair, Fu Yanze lowered her eyes, and her knuckled fingers were gently running her hair.

His serious and focused appearance actually made Jian Yunxi feel a trace of tenderness.

This must be an illusion...... Yes, it's an illusion!

The warm breeze was blowing, and even her white and tender face was slightly dyed with a delicate pink.

No one has helped her blow her hair yet, Fu Yanze is the first, and a subtle warm current is flowing in her blood.

In my mind, a figure flashed.

In the end, Jian Yunxi went upstairs in a daze, and when she returned to the room, she remembered that she had forgotten to take the salt.

……

After washing her skirt, Jian Yunxi sat on the sofa and hugged her notebook.

She studied art, and she saved some money as a teaching assistant in the studio, and she was going to buy a pen tablet, so that she could help others draw illustrations and make money in the future.

Jian Yunxi casually submitted the comics she had drawn before to the website, and she only drew three chapters, which is a popular style of sadomasochism for presidents in recent years, purely by chance.

When she came back from placing an order, she found that there was an extra signing message in her mailbox.

It's only been half an hour, and the manuscript has been approved, and she pressed the submit button after filling in the specific information.

Subsequently, the edited QQ was added.

She thought that the editors should have rested so late, but she didn't expect to answer her questions softly.

I got sick again today, and Jian Yunxi took a supride before falling asleep.

*

Jian Yunxi took her notebook and rushed to the studio, she asked for leave yesterday, and she couldn't be late today.

As usual, she was sorting out her painting tools when her boss suddenly beckoned to her.

"Boss, do you have something to do with me?"

"I won't use it after I finish it today."

Yes? Jian Yunxi looked confused.

She still can't believe that she usually does everything she does, and the students like her very much, is it because she took a day off?