Xiao Jinhan lowered his head, his dark chestnut eyes falling on her nails, which were covered in red nail polish.

There was a certain force in her hand; even through the shirt, I could instantly feel the softness of her palm.

The receptionist was completely baffled.

Is this little vixen here to see her brother, or to see her husband?

Is it going to be a huge order again?

She was about to step forward to stop them, but upon seeing what was happening below, she completely forgot and stopped.

Tang Yaoyao gently drew a circle on his chest with her delicate, pink fingers, her voice tinged with an indescribable languor: "You're so tall! My legs are aching from standing on tiptoe. Won't you invite me in for a seat?"

Everyone in the room, from seventy years old to seventeen or eighteen, instantly transformed into giraffes watching.

I wish I could grow protruding ears again so I could hear what that girl was whispering about. I just thought, "So alluring!"

Tang Yaoyao was actually prepared to be pushed away by him.

Unexpectedly, his large hand landed on her lower back, and as he carried her out of the hall, the wind around them carried an indescribable chill.

But she was too close to him, and the faint scent of orchid and musk wafted into his nostrils, mixed with a hint of men's shampoo, which inexplicably gave him a unique feeling.

Immediately afterwards, he pushed open a door not far away.

At the same time, he released his grip on her waist.

If it weren't for the lingering warmth of his palm on her waist, she would have almost thought she had flown into this room and that he hadn't touched her at all.

Looking up, one can sense his refreshing and breezy aura; even his breathing is orderly and without the slightest disorder.

Oh.

He's a man with great self-control.

Tang Yaoyao took off her sunglasses and smiled, "Thank you, Brother Xiao."

Xiao Jinhan's expression darkened slightly, but he didn't respond to her words.

When did you start dating?

Suddenly, Tang Yaoyao heard another voice, as soothing as a cup of tea, which instantly stirred an indescribable feeling in her heart.

She looked in the direction of the sound and first saw Jiang Ci, who looked shocked.

Finally, he saw the owner of the voice, and just one glance made his breathing tense.

The man was probably around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing rose gold glasses. His dark, tousled hair was meticulously styled, and his face was comparable to Xiao Jinhan's in terms of looks, with long, dark eyebrows and narrow, star-like eyes.

Thin lips, a straight nose.

Every detail is enough to drive a woman crazy.

If Xiao Jinhan is described as abstinent, then he is as pure and refreshing as wine and the wind.

This man is cool and gentle, clean as tea, refined yet unique.

He is... Fu Xiuchen.

elder brother……

Tang Yaoyao's breathing quickened, her eyes fixed on him, her heart pounding wildly.

Perhaps it was the deep-seated affection that made her want to throw herself into his arms and call him "brother" in that instant.

Xiao Jinhan's gaze deepened as he looked at her genuine expression, and he pursed his lips: "I don't know her."

Fu Xiuchen frowned slightly, because her unwavering gaze held a hint of displeasure, and he pushed up his glasses.

Tang Yaoyao then realized that her gaze had been rather blatant.

She quickly averted her gaze, reverting to her usual demure demeanor, and offered a subtle, shallow smile: "Hello, you must be Mr. Fu Xiuchen?"

Jiang Ci: "..." This look... Is she Mr. Fu's little fangirl?

Subconsciously, he looked at Master Xiao.