Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"Secretary Xu, do something for me." He turned his office chair, and carved a few stiff but indifferent lines on his slightly lower jaw.

There is absolutely no soft place on this man's body, including his hair, which is stiffly pressed against his ears, but although not soft enough, it does not damage any of his temperament, and even gives him back Added an indescribable wildness.

He couldn't help putting his hand between his lips, rubbing it unnaturally, grinning suddenly, why, he laughed, did he? He had no idea what laughter was.

Du Jingtang touched his head strangely. Why, his cousin is getting stranger and more and more difficult to guess. This is not going to be a Form Two.

In the two-story private villa of the Chu family, Xiao Hong closed the door and held a huge gift box in her hand. She looked at the contents in her arms strangely, a big box. I didn't know what was inside. She really wanted to know.

"Well!" She patted her head embarrassedly. The master's affairs, the little maid can't take care of it. This is the first class of a housekeeping company, and I can't forget it.

"Bang ..." There was a clear knock at the door. Xia Ruoxin raised his head, still holding the sketchbook in her hand. She stood up and walked to the door, while she was still thinking, at this time, No guest will come.

"Ma'am, this is for you, sir," Xiao Hong passed the box in her hand, Xia Ruoxin took the box in Xiao Hong's hand, and how the two pale crescent moonbrows frowned.

"Thank you, Xiaohong," Xia Ruoxin smiled lightly, holding the box in his arms tightly and closing the door with one hand, and Xiaohong's eyes lost, and she didn't see it, it was really good such a pity.

She wiped her hands on her clothes and started to work, talking less and working more. This is the truth of being a servant.

Xia Ruoxin put the box on the bed and didn't open it. He just stretched out his fingers and stroked the edge of the box gently. He sent her such a large box. The whole room had the fragrance of eustoma flowers.

She untied the ribbon on the box and opened it. It turned out to be a pure white skirt. She picked it up and her eyes suddenly flashed. It was really beautiful, a long tulle skirt. Not thick, not bloated, and of course not too transparent. The streamlined lines are especially slim, and the neckline is also decorated with a few small pearls. It is crystal white and extremely bright and soft under the light. The fabric is addictive.

Just like silk, if it is close to the skin, it will be very comfortable.

She rubbed her face lightly, it was really soft.

A card in the box fell down.

"This is what I specially prepared for you. Believe me, at night, I will make you a princess," a sharp pen, open words, sharp, not hidden, not who he is or who Can do it.

Chu Lü, her husband, the man who can take anyone away.

At night, I will make you a princess.

Her face was clinging to the clothes in her hands, and a teardrop quickly fell on the clothes. In fact, she didn't need to be a princess because she was not a princess.

She just needs to be his wife, and as long as he is willing, then she will love him with everything she has.

As long as he is willing.

As long as he can give her a chance.