Chapter 82 It’s not appropriate now
This car and this license plate are both unique, and the owner must be either rich or noble.
Some sharp-eyed reporters had already focused their attention here. Just as they picked up the camera to take a picture, they were stopped by several well-trained bodyguards who appeared out of nowhere.
Cen Xihuai put his arm around Xu Qingwu's shoulders and asked her, "Do you know her?"
Xu Qingwu shook his head slightly and said, "I almost fell just now, and it was this gentleman who helped me up."
"Really?" Cen Xihuai's eyes fell on Pei Su. "Thank you very much, sir. What's your name?"
The man's gaze seemed to have substance, very faint, yet inexplicably chilling.
Pei Su wisely chose not to expose himself: "It's just a small favor. I won't bother you two. I'll walk the red carpet first."
After saying that, he hurriedly retreated, vaguely feeling that the back of his suit and shirt was a little wet with sweat.
There were too many people here, so Cen Xihuai took Xu Qingwu to his room on the top floor to rest.
The moment she saw Cen Xihuai, Xu Qingwu thought she was dazzled. Cen Yu had clearly said that he didn't like such occasions and never attended them.
"Why are you here?"
"Does it affect your conversations with young men?"
Cen Xihuai's voice was a little cold. Xu Qingwu didn't know if he was angry, but she could understand if he was angry. As his wife, she really shouldn't be too close to other men in such a public place. It would easily lead to gossip and bring a bad influence to him.
Xu Qingwu explained: "He just helped me up. I didn't even know who he was."
Of course, Cen Xihuai knew that his previous statement was inappropriate, but he couldn't help it.
He softened his voice: "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."
Are you kidding?
Why doesn’t it feel similar?
Xu Qingwu looked confused, and Cen Xihuai sighed silently.
Men understand men best. What Xu Qingwu thought was a good deed was nothing more than a man's clumsy way of picking up girls. His every move was obvious.
Xu Qingwu is so beautiful that men are attracted to her.
Even he is not immune to this.
"You haven't answered me yet, why did you come?"
"Cen Yu's dress was ruined by the twins, so I came to give her some clothes."
"Oh, and what about the clothes?"
“…”
How could he remember his clothes?
Cen Xihuai called Cen Yu and asked her to get it from the back seat herself. Cen Yu, who was drinking coffee, almost spit it out.
"No, I asked the housekeeper to send it to me. Why are you joining in the fun? Why don't you send it to me? Cen Xihuai, are you sick?"
Cen Yu's angry voice was particularly clear in the closed elevator.
Cen Xihuai hung up the phone calmly and frankly stated the real purpose of his trip: "I came to see you. I have to fly to San Francisco at the last minute."
Xu Qingwu's attention was interrupted by his sudden business trip. Their wedding was to be held in more than two weeks, but he had to go on a business trip to the distant east coast of the Pacific Ocean.
"tonight?"
"In an hour."
"oh."
The elevator door opened, and Xu Qingwu was a little absent-minded. Cen Xihuai bent down behind her and lifted up her overlong skirt, and didn't put it down until she walked out of the elevator.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." Cen Xihuai praised in a gentlemanly manner, "The skirt suits you very well."
A blush crept up Xu Qingwu's cheeks.
The two went to the presidential suite on the top floor. The room had a comfortable constant temperature, the living room was covered with Italian handmade carpets, the extended black leather sofa was low-key and luxurious, and the 270° panoramic floor-to-ceiling glass windows provided a panoramic view of the bustling night scene.
Xu Qingwu suddenly thought of the time when she came here with Yang Yu. When Yang Yu mentioned the cost of one night's accommodation in Huajing, she suddenly became a little curious.
"How much is this room per night?"
“Free.”
"Um?"
"It's free for you, wife, this is my private room."
"oh…"
Xu Qingwu sat down on the sofa. The soft and fitting feeling made her feel very comfortable. Today's high heels were new and they were rubbing her feet, so she quietly turned her ankle.
A waiter knocked on the door. Cen Xihuai opened the door, took the tray and put it on the coffee table.
He knelt on one knee, his slender fingers lightly clasping Xu Qingwu's ankle.
Xu Qingwu was startled by him: "What are you doing?"
"Give your feet some medicine."
"How do you know I'm broken?"
"I saw it when I lifted up your skirt."
The slippers were removed and set aside, and he placed her feet on his thighs and reached for the ointment in the dish.
The thigh muscles on the soles of her feet were tense and firm, and the burning temperature was transmitted to the soles of her feet through her suit pants. Xu Qingwu moved unnaturally, and the stiff fabric of her suit pants made the soles of her feet itchy.
The man's voice was calm and controlled.
"Wife, this isn't the right time."
"What's inappropriate?"
"time."
"?"
Xu Qingwu bumped into Cen Xihuai's dark eyes, and his fingers grabbed her ankle. Only then did she realize that her foot was only a finger away from him.
He calmly opened the medicine box, tore off the tin foil on the tube, carefully applied the medicine to her with a cotton swab, and then put on a Band-Aid.
After finishing one foot, switch to the other.
The sole of her foot accidentally touched something and she dodged in panic.
"Sorry... I didn't mean to..."
"No problem."
Cen Xihuai calmly treated her other foot. Xu Qingwu no longer dared to look at him.
After it was over, Cen Xihuai's thumb accidentally brushed across the sole of her foot. Xu Qingwu shuddered and almost jumped up from the sofa.
"Itchy?"
"Yes, the soles of my feet are very itchy. I got bit by a mosquito there before, and I couldn't sleep all night."
Cen Xihuai slowly squeezed the ointment and put it back on the plate: "You have a lot of sensitive areas."
“…”
Why does it sound a bit weird?
Cen Xihuai stood up, the spot she had touched still very obvious. Xu Qingwu's throat tightened: "What are you going to do?"
The color in Cen Xihuai's eyes deepened: "Want to help me?"
"It would be embarrassing if someone saw us going out."
"Will you help me then?"
"How can I help?"
Cen Xihuai didn't answer. He leaned towards her with his arms on the sofa. Xu Qingwu unconsciously shrank back.
She took a step back, and Cen Xihuai took a step forward.
Not until her entire back was pressed against the sofa, with no room for retreat, did Cen Xihuai successfully kiss her on the lips.
The chemical fragrance covered up her natural sweetness, and Cen Xihuai raised his hand and wiped it away with his thumb.
Xu Qingwu was horrified: "You just touched my feet!"
"It's the other hand." Cen Xihuai comforted her, but also found it funny, "How come you even dislike yourself?"
"Because my feet are dirty."
“It’s not dirty.”
Cen Xihuai kissed her again, their lips and teeth touching each other after a long time. They hadn't had any close contact in the past few days because of this damn dinner.
Cen Xihuai stopped peeling off her shoulder straps with his fingers and looked at the pair of strange petal-shaped silicone in confusion.
"What's this?"
"Nipple covers, for wearing dresses."
“…”Girls really have a lot of magical things!
Xu Qingwu was amused by his expression. It was rare to see such an embarrassed and awkward expression on the face of an overly calm and self-controlled man.
Then, her smile froze on her lips and her face was so hot that you could fry an egg on it.
"Cen Xihuai, you!..."
"I taught you last time, wife, help me."
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