Inside the most luxurious presidential suite in South City.
After taking a shower, Lu Qianwen came out wearing a pure white bathrobe.
She wiped her hair casually twice, threw the towel on the sofa, and then took out her cell phone to send a message.
After a while, Xu Xurong came in with a hair dryer in his hand, blowing her hair gently and carefully.
His slender fingers ran through her soft hair, and the hot air took away the moisture.
Suddenly, the whirring sound of the hair dryer stopped, and Xu Xurong stared at a strand of hair on her head in a daze.
Lu Qianwen looked up, "What's wrong?"
Xu Xurong's eyes flashed, "Miss, you have a white hair, let me pull it out for you."
Lu Qianwen refused him, "No, just keep it."
Xu Xurong: "Miss..."
Lu Qianwen sighed, "No matter how well you maintain yourself, you're already 50 years old. It's not uncommon to have gray hair or wrinkles."
"In my mind, Miss will always be eighteen years old."
As soon as Xu Xurong said this, Lu Qianwen burst into laughter, and sneered at him with a curved mouth. "You're 60 years old, but you're still so talkative. I haven't seen you bring back any young girls."
Hearing this, Xu Xurong chuckled lightly, without saying anything. Instead, he raised his hand and pinched the white hair on her head, then said, "Just pull it out." A single white hair among the three thousand black hairs was too conspicuous and hurt her eyes.
Since he insisted so much, Lu Qianwen had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Xu Xurong gently pinched the roots of the hair and pulled hard, revealing the pure white roots with plump hair follicles.
"The eldest lady's first white hair is very commemorative." Xu Xurong said with a smile and put the hair in her hand.
Silvery white hair blends seamlessly with porcelain white skin.
Lu Qianwen stared at it, slightly lost in thought, then clenched it tightly and murmured, "Xu Rong, have you ever regretted it in all these years?"
The answer to her was the hair dryer whirring again.
She felt a warm hand lift her hair and gently curl it.
Lu Qianwen closed her eyes and enjoyed Xu Xurong's service. Her silver hair slipped from her palms and fell on the Persian velvet blanket.
The years are quiet and good.
After about ten minutes, Xu Xurong turned off the hair dryer, paused, and said briskly, "It's done."
Lu Qianwen opened her eyes from her sleepiness, covered her mouth and yawned, "I fell asleep?"
"Yeah." Xu Xurong nodded and said, "Go to bed and rest. I'll call you later."
As he was about to go out with the hair dryer, Lu Qianwen stopped him, "Xu Rong, I'm not sleepy. Come on, talk to me."
Xu Xurong paused, turned back, and sat down on the sofa opposite her. He stared at Lu Qianwen for a long while, then asked in a clear and smooth voice, "Miss, are you thinking about Miss Baoer?"
Lu Qianwen was not surprised at all that Xu Xurong could guess her thoughts. She nodded gracefully, hummed, and then asked, "What do you think of Mu Baoer?"
Xu Xurong thought for a moment and said, "I don't think it matters much. As long as Young Master Li Jue likes it, that's all."
Hearing this, Lu Qianwen glanced at him, chuckled softly, and parted her red lips as she commented with four words: "Vile and cunning."
Xu Xurong lowered his eyes slightly, with a doting smile on his gentle face.
Lu Qianwen stood up and walked to the balcony, looking down at the busy traffic outside. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she said softly, "Don't you think Mu Baoer's appearance is too coincidental? She just happened to apply for Li Jue's personal bodyguard and just happened to give birth to two children for him."
Just as Mu Baoer had worried, everything was too coincidental, so coincidental that she felt like someone was leading her by the nose and became extremely anxious.
But later she discovered that even if the whole world misunderstood her and thought she had ulterior motives, as long as Si Lijue alone believed in her, it would be enough.
Why should she, Mu Baoer, care about other people's opinions?
At this moment, after hearing Lu Qianwen's concerns, Xu Xurong thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps, this is fate?"
Lu Qianwen glanced at him sideways and said in surprise, "It seems that you have a very good impression of Mu Baoer."
Xu Xurong, "Ms. Baoer, you are indeed a person with a pure heart."
Hearing this, Lu Qianwen's eyes deepened, and she murmured in a low voice: "Really?"
After a day of rest in the hotel, Lu Qianwen completely recovered. She called Mu Baoer and asked her to go shopping.
If it is a blessing, there will be no disaster; if it is a disaster, there will be no escape.
"I'll go with you." Si Lijue said with a stern face, not joking at all.
Mu Baoer waved her hands quickly, "No, no, no, I can go by myself."
"I can't go to and from get off work with you today. You have to pay more attention to your safety, bring more bodyguards, and tell me immediately if anything goes wrong." Mu Baoer gave repeated warnings.
Seeing Mu Baoer's insistence, Si Lijue stopped talking about going with her. He pinched her cheek and said softly, "I'll listen to Baoer. Have fun. I'll pick you up after get off work."
Then he placed a black gold card in her hand and said, "Just buy whatever you like. Don't be reluctant and don't put yourself in a difficult position."
"Okay, okay, I got it."
Mu Baoer did not refuse his kindness. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek, then ran away with the card in her pocket.
As soon as Mu Baoer left, the smile on Si Lijue's face visibly faded.
Especially when he saw Luo Chen coming to pick up Mu Xiaoche and Mu Xiaohan from school, his face became even more sour.
He would never forget that the man in front of him would pester Mu Baoer to spar with him every day. Today it was judo, tomorrow it was karate, the day after tomorrow it was taekwondo, and he even traveled across the ocean to practice ninja magic... There were so many different tricks!
If it weren't for the fact that he was the number one killer in the R organization and indeed had some skills, he would have been dragged out and hanged on the city gate based on the fact that he had kidnapped his own son before. How could he be allowed to jump around here?
"Uncle Luo, you're here!"
Seeing Luo Chen, Mu Xiaohan's eyes lit up. He quickly ran over to him, hugged his thighs, and said with a smile: "Uncle Luo, I developed the Death Corpse Powder yesterday. Would you like to help me test the effect?"
She smiles like a little angel, but actually she is a little devil!
Mu Xiaohan’s stuff won’t kill people, but it can cause allergic reactions and make people unable to see people for several days.
Mu Wanqing's miserable condition was still fresh in his mind. Luo Chen wisely took a step back and shook his head to refuse, "No!"
"But it's too late. Xiaohan has already fallen on you, Uncle Luo Chen." Mu Xiaohan raised her little hand and said, with only a small empty bottle in her palm.
Luo Chen's face changed drastically, and he turned around and disappeared quickly.
Mu Xiaohan squatted on the ground, holding her stomach and laughing, "Uncle Luo Chen is so easy to fool."
As soon as he finished speaking, he ran to Si Lijue's side and looked at him eagerly.
Si Lijue raised his eyebrows frivolously, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he praised: "Well done."
Mu Xiaohan raised the corners of his mouth proudly, indicating that he could be even more powerful!
Mu Xiaoche, who was passing by with his schoolbag on his back, covered his forehead speechlessly, thinking, "If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will be crooked too." He hoped that Mu Xiaohan would not grow up crooked in the future.
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