Chapter 117 Clothes at the bottom of the box

Everyone was waiting at the Hongsheng Hotel owned by the Sheng family. When Chu Shuang and Sheng Ting arrived at the lobby, someone led them to a private room.

The dishes had just been served in the private room. When the two men walked in, someone with sharp eyes saw them and stood up first.

"President, ma'am."

The others who were still chatting looked over and stood up tactfully.

Sheng Ting glanced at the people in the room and saw that nothing was moved on the table. He waved his hand and said, "Don't be so polite. Please take a seat."

Two seats were reserved at the table, and Chu Shuang and Sheng Ting sat down together.

Only a few of the crowd had seen Hatsushimo, and the rest were secretly sizing up the president's wife. They had heard about her beauty before meeting her, and they were already extremely curious about her.

Now that I actually saw it, even though I had already developed an immunity to it, I still couldn't help but be surprised.

Her facial features and temperament make her stand out at first glance even in the entertainment industry full of beautiful women. Her appearance is truly memorable.

She has both good looks and delicate features, with thick black hair like a waterfall, braided in a herringbone braid and casually draped over her left shoulder. She looks bright and gorgeous, yet also has a sense of aloofness and coolness.

It’s just that…it looks like there are a lot of young presidents.

I thought the president's wife was a serious, strong woman in her early 30s, but I didn't expect her to look so gentle.

The people from the Chamber of Commerce were all killing each other at drinking parties. They drank more heavily than each other and also encouraged others to drink more.

Everyone was eloquent and could express themselves eloquently with a simple sentence without sounding offensive. It was Chu Shuang's first official appearance in front of this group of people and he was inevitably greeted with warm toasts.

Everyone was a little reserved at first, but as the atmosphere became more lively, some people boldly asked Sheng Ting about the president's wife.

For example, how did the two of them meet, what it feels like to be married, etc.

But they didn't dare to overstep the line. After all, the president's serious and cold personality made everyone dare to joke around only when the atmosphere at the dinner table was good and the president's wife was present.

After the meal, Sheng Ting and Chu Shuang drank some wine. They were still discussing going out to sing. Sheng Ting said hello and told them to have fun, then took Chu Shuang home first.

It was already late when the driver drove to Qingyu Garden. Chu Shuang was dizzy, and Sheng Ting took her upstairs.

The water was run for her and Sheng Ting was waiting outside for her to take a bath.

She really couldn't drink much. Chu Shuang was still wondering while she was soaking in the bathtub comfortably. Sheng Ting had clearly forbidden her to drink too much before, but today he didn't even block a few glasses of wine for her. Fortunately, his subordinates didn't dare to toast her too much. If everyone toasted her a glass, she wouldn't be able to get up the day after tomorrow.

Just as she was about to get up after taking a bath, someone knocked on the bathroom door. Chu Shuang immediately sat down again, "What's up?"

"I brought you pajamas. Didn't you just bring in some clean clothes?"

"No, there are bath towels here..."

Before he finished speaking, the man pushed the door open and walked in.

Chu Shuang was startled and hid in the water with her hands on her chest, looking at the man warily.

Sheng Ting glanced at her calmly, with a casual smile on his lips, "Here."

"How can you just walk in when someone is taking a shower?"

He didn't take it seriously, "Didn't you knock on the door?"

"I didn't agree to let you in either..." Her eyes fell on the red cloth in the man's hand, and Chu Shuang's words were stuck, "You..."

Oh my God, how did he find this thing?

She had kept it at the bottom of her box, and it had been so long that she almost forgot about it.

Sheng Ting admired her changing facial expressions and raised his chin, "I saw you had a nice new pair of pajamas, so I brought it to you."

"then."

Chu Shuang's earlobes were bleeding red, and she didn't want to take it, but the man kept standing there in the posture of handing it to her, as if he would not leave unless she took it.

The man took it with trembling fingers, and said with satisfaction, "I won't disturb you from changing clothes. I'm going out now."

Before leaving, he casually said, "You have to wear your new clothes well. You must wear them. Don't leave them alone after I leave."

As soon as he left, Chu Shuang looked at the clothes, and the temperature on her cheeks was so hot that it wouldn't go down.

The gauze fabric is thin and transparent, and the style is bold, but what can it cover?

I watched it several times before I figured out how to wear it.

When she changed the mirror, she was surprised.

The striking red color sets off her jade-like skin, and the style is very sexy and bold. But the design is really beautiful, fully magnifying the advantages of her figure, covering what should be covered and revealing what should be revealed.

She had never seen her waist so thin before, with a hollow pattern and a hazy beauty, charming yet not vulgar, she could hardly take her eyes off it.

Bingbing is really...never bad when it comes to aesthetics.

After preparing himself mentally for a while, he pushed the door open and went out. Sheng Ting was leaning against the window looking at the night view. He turned around when he heard the sound. His eyes narrowed almost at the moment he saw the sound.

He thought she would look beautiful in that dress, but when he actually saw how it looked on her, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Seeing his eyes, Chu Shuang felt a little flustered.

Do you have to be so straightforward?

Sheng Ting locked his phone and walked towards her. Chu Shuang calmed down and looked at him. The next second, the towel in his hand was taken away.

The man gently wiped the slightly damp ends of her hair, and his hot breath occasionally fell on the tender flesh of her neck. Chu Shuang shuddered slightly and turned her eyes to the side, meeting the man's deep and profound gaze.