Although it was not the first time that Maki had been in the bedroom, Jiang Chacha still had a sense of trance.

Cheng Ma's living room style is Japanese, with haze blue and gray as the main colors, which is very in line with his clean and youthful feeling.

In her eyes, Cheng has always been synonymous with pure white.

When she thinks of him, she thinks of beautiful things like white clouds, feathers, and snowflakes.

However, when she saw Cheng Maki walking out of the misty bathroom in a black bathrobe, she was completely amazed.

His eyes are slender and long, like Danfeng eyes, and the corners of his eyes are pale crimson all year round, as if they have been pinched red.

The black bathrobe lined his skin with snow, loose, revealing a large area of skin on his chest, and the bony feeling revealed by the beautiful collarbone and his slender body revealed an indescribable delicacy.

His beauty has crossed the boundaries of gender.

If Cheng Maki was an immortal before, then he is a night demon at this moment.

Jiang Chacha swallowed silently.

…… Damn, the other party is her boss, she can't move evil thoughts!!

Cheng Mao paused for a moment, then continued to wipe his wet hair elegantly, with a smile in his eyes, "You're here." ”

Knock! How can this sentence be so ambiguous, especially on such occasions.

Jiang Chacha stood very straight, and he didn't dare to talk to him at all.

Because of her previous fake profile, she made herself up to the sky, and she joined the company in a daze without passing the assessment. So when she went back, she hurriedly searched the Internet for the literacy that a private bodyguard needs to have, and went to the bookstore to buy several books, such as "The Mission of a Bodyguard", "The Road to the Upper Position of a Gold Medal Bodyguard", and "How to Rely on a Bodyguard to Hold a Beauty"......

Ahh

Maki is still young!!

She's just a little bodyguard.

Jiang Chacha immediately pinched the flesh of his arm, grinning in pain, but still pulled back a trace of reason.

Cheng Mao had already come to the sofa, and he continued to wipe his hair quietly, and Jiang Chacha could see it.

"Love Matters" seems to put the heroines in romance novels on him.

"Young master, you have a performance in the Poco Concert Hall in the afternoon." Jiang Chacha calmed down, and then said in a throat.

Cheng Maki quietly said "um".

After he finished wiping his hair, his black hair was still a little wet, and his short hair looked prickly, as if these were the only edges and corners on his body.

After wiping it, Jiang Chacha saw Cheng Mao take out the disinfectant spray and spray it several times on his slender fingers with a serious face.

She didn't know why, but she didn't dare ask.

His action lasted for ten minutes......

Jiang Cha Cha was stunned.

Cheng Maki pursed his lips and repeated such a thing tirelessly.

But it didn't work, he could still feel the heat and fragrance of the vice president's body on his skin.

He wondered if he should consider amputation.

"Young master, let's eat some fruit." A warm juvenile voice appeared above his head.

Cheng Mao raised his head, and there was still a trace of uncollected anger in his eyes.

What caught his eye was the young man's smiling lips, even if he was wearing sunglasses, Cheng Hao seemed to be able to think of what a gentle face was under the sunglasses.

She seemed to see his irritability and wanted to distract him.

Miraculously, the anxiety in his heart was slowly calmed down in the afternoon, and the eyebrows that had been twisted were also relaxed.

It seems to be a refreshing, mint-flavored timely rain in Yuxia.

Jiang Chacha finally breathed a sigh of relief when he finally put down the disinfectant spray that he had been tormenting for a long time.

I saw Cheng Maki adjust a comfortable sitting posture and glanced at the fruit bowl she was holding in her hand.

Jiang Chacha looked at him expectantly.

I saw Cheng Majiu leaning on the sofa bonelessly, and said softly: "Apples have skins, I don't eat them." ”

"I'll let someone do it again now." Ginger Chacha is full of patience, how can you let Maki eat apples with skin!

The people of the Cheng family really don't know how to lift!

Cheng Ma said again: "The grapes have to be peeled, and I won't eat them." ”

"They are really ignorant, how can they be willing to let the young master eat grapes with skins and spit out the skins of grapes?" Jiang Chacha was careless, and he said his inner thoughts.

Her heart thumped for a moment, and she saw Cheng Ma's amber eyes looking at her steadily.

Jiang Chacha lowered her head and coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment.

She went back to the kitchen and came back with a plate of grapes, which had been chilled in the refrigerator, and the peeled purple fruit looked crystal clear in the light.

She presented it thoughtfully and said with a smile, "Young master, the grapes have no skin now." ”

The bathrobe on Cheng Ma's chest was loosely open, his legs folded, and he was reading a book in his hand. Hearing this, he looked over lightly, his eyes touched the bright purple, and he said in a soft and innocent apologetic tone, "I don't want to eat purple things today." ”

Off the beaten track.

Although she regarded him as her own treasure, she went to peel the grapes by hand, and when she came back, you told me that she didn't want to eat purple today!!

Damn, she's really going to be angry.

Jiang Chacha thought that the little white flower romance heroines she had seen over the years were not as squeamish as him.

Forget it, waiting, who made him the most popular among the male protagonists of the game.

Seeing his sick appearance of coughing from time to time, Jiang Chacha disappeared at all, and only a strong desire to protect was left in his heart.

Under her kind voice and persuasion, Cheng Hao finally ate other fruits, but with a slight reluctance, as if he was giving her alms.

…… Okay, she endures.

Who made him a sick beauty?

After eating the fruit, Cheng Maki stood up from the sofa.

He loves to walk barefoot in his room, so his living room is covered with a soft wool rug in his range of motion.

He is tall and thin, and the unique fragility of his body makes it impossible not to feel sorry.

Seeing that he was going to practice the piano, Jiang Chacha was secretly happy, she could sneak fish again, even if she didn't do anything while standing, and thought nonsense in her mind.

However, Cheng has a special fetish.

For example, now he asks her to move a vase with flowers in the corner.

She looked back, good fellow, the vase was almost as tall as hers.

With the 20 points of combat power of the weak chicken of the original owner, let the usually pampered aristocratic lady move the vase that is huge at a glance, this is not her life!!

Jiang Chacha stammered a little when she spoke, and she asked cautiously: "Young master, why are you moving the vase?" ”

Cheng Maki innocently understated: "When I want to play the piano, I can appreciate the flowers." ”

…… Maybe that's the artist.

Then why didn't you just arrange the vase next to your piano in the first place!!

Jiang Chacha felt that she could save it again, "I'll go and ask someone to carry it with me now." ”

Cheng Mao was bowing his head to test the sound, his fingers pressed the piano keys, and he said calmly: "No, they all moved alone before." ”

Jiang Chacha shut up directly.

Okay, if she shirks it again, won't it expose her strength!!

Jiang Chacha still wants this rice bowl.

She took a deep breath and walked stiffly to the vase by the wall, taking a look.

This is an auspicious cloud-colored vase, it should be an antique collectible, it is full of flowers, ginger chacha first tried to hug it, and then made a effort.

…… Nothing moved.

Jiang Chacha turned around and saw Cheng Maki holding his cheeks, so he could watch from the wall for a long time.