She took the elevator upstairs and swiped her card to enter the presidential suite. She held the wall with one hand, flexing her graceful figure, especially her long legs, which were bent at the side to hold up her short skirt. With the other hand, she took off her high heels and placed them on the shoe cabinet. She walked barefoot on the cold floor, untying the rubber band that bound her hair as she walked into the bathroom and reached out to run hot water in the bathtub. Her soft hair slid over her shoulders and fell to her chest as her hand loosened.
Liu Piaopiao is a woman who loves cleanliness very much. Whenever she comes back from going out, she has to take a shower and wash herself clean, otherwise she can't stand it.
Her heart prefers cleanliness and she cannot tolerate a dirty man like Shan Zhentian.
She took off her skirt and underwear, her top, unbuttoned the back of her black seamless silk bra and put it aside, then stepped into the steaming hot bathtub. She felt the water temperature was just right. If it were Su Ran, she would definitely be "scalded to death". After all, the water temperature for women's baths is higher than that for men. She didn't care about any scientific principles, Su Ran just thought women were thick-skinned!
The water in the bathtub just reached her chest line, and she squeezed a lot of bubbles onto the water surface. Therefore, the author could not see the beautiful scenery under the bubbles, so he could not describe the details inside.
She didn't think about anything and was just happy playing with bubbles. She had the mentality of a little woman who was easily satisfied. She had no ambition and no brains. She was really simple. After all, as a woman who grew up in a greenhouse all her life, she had never lacked anything. Of course, this was actually because she had never expected to have expensive things. She had always been content with the status quo and felt that she was content with an ordinary life.
Ever since she left the Shan family that rainy night, she hadn't contacted anyone in the Shan family. Not even the old man, because he would always "persuade them to reconcile rather than separate." She also hadn't contacted Shan Weizi. There was nothing to contact. The mother and daughter were not on the same wavelength. A traditional Chinese girl and a two-dimensional young woman, what was there to talk about? Besides, the Shan family was so rich that they didn't have to worry about anyone but a low-key rich girl. Besides, Shan Weizi had grown up, so there was no need to worry, because Su Ran would take care of her anyway.
As for his father Liu Buqun, he knew that he had come out to relax, and he had his apprentice to take care of him, so he didn't have to worry.
Because of these, she can travel abroad without any worries or concerns.
Half an hour later, she came out, rubbing her hair in a flesh-colored lace nightgown, and sat down by the French window. She didn't use a hair dryer, which she rarely did. Unless she was in a hurry to go out, she would usually let her hair dry naturally in the sun. She took good care of her hair, and the secret to maintaining good, smooth, smooth, black, and shiny hair was to dry it naturally. It wasn't a headache for her, but it was for her. Her love of beauty wasn't just about her natural beauty; it was also about a set of beauty regiments she'd developed over time that suited her.
The afternoon sun shone into the hotel window from the plane flying from Shanghai to Hong Kong over Victoria Harbour. The woman in the white halter dress looked dazzling. From her hair to her little finger, she was perfect. After all, she was the only woman with a perfect score in "Goddess Authority", "God's Favorite", so God naturally gave her the most perfect things without hesitation.
She actually knew that she was very beautiful. Really, she had been very Versailles before, so when Su Ran came to see Shan Changqing for the first time, Su Ran was amazed, and she let the little boy walk in front and not walk behind to fantasize.
Later, we gradually became familiar with each other and realized that Su Ran was a good child, a good child without any bad intentions, so it didn't matter to me who came first and who came after.
The wind dried her hair and she curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.
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Outside the window, a fleet of Rolls-Royce cars had arrived at the hotel. The guests around were curious about who the important person was who needed three Rolls-Royce cars to pick him up at the airport. Judging from the scale of the event, it must be for a very important person. Moreover, President Wu had arrived at the hotel ten minutes ago and was waiting for this distinguished guest in the office.
Su Ran has never been to Hong Kong, but there is a legend about him here - Mr. Su, the stock god.
Although the two previous withdrawals were only a few hundred million, but due to Mr. Wu and the hype of the Hong Kong media, Su Ran was directly touted as the stock god Mr. Su. The media, after all, is there to attract attention. Su Ran felt it was quite awkward, but he got used to it over time. Of course, being praised by others is actually a very proud thing. People who have no ability are not even respected by the media.
The car stopped, and the doorman walked up, opened the door, and said in broken Chinese, "Welcome Mr. Su to Hong Kong."
"Thank you." Su Ran smiled and got out of bed. She had dressed up carefully for the occasion, wearing a custom-made Armani suit. Her clothes hanger-on, combined with her perfect figure, made her look quite elegant and distinguished. After all, when a person has a lot of money, and is immersed in it for a long time, their temperament does change. As a wealthy person, Su Ran's temperament wasn't achieved overnight, but rather cultivated day and night.
The 19-year-old Su Ran is tall, handsome, young and has a sense of luxury. His every move is either Patek Philippe or Anima, which immediately makes some female guests in the hotel appreciate the handsome boy's looks. In particular, some female guests think that the handsome guy who looks very noble is out of their reach, but his smile is very gentle and healing.
It is undeniable that Su Ran’s smile is particularly healing. It has healed many sisters. Many sisters are deeply in love with her, but only Su Ran can help herself.
The male guest next to him couldn't help but say in his heart, "This guy is quite handsome", and sighed that such a handsome and rich guy must have unlimited sex rights. He must have slept with many women at such a young age.
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