Chapter 1092: Gift
Chapter 1092 Gift
She was originally a lively and active person, but after experiencing such a big change in the past few days, she felt uneasy and couldn't hold herself in the hotel suite. The feeling of depression and suffocation followed her like a shadow, driving her almost crazy.
The next day, she went to the presidential suite next door to find Pei Ziheng: "I want to return to China!"
In the corridor, the morning light was dim beside the thick mahogany door. The girl, who was as delicate as a flower, looked up at him, with serious anger on her bright white face. For some reason, it just made him feel moved.
He said gently: "Go back to the country?"
"Go back to the country!" She glared at him angrily, fearing that she would lose her courage in the next second, "You locked up Xiaoyu, and locked me here and refused to let me out. Isn't it fun? I don't care, I will go back to the country! "
“What will you do when you return to China?”
“You don’t have to worry about it!”
"Don't lose your temper." Pei Ziheng said, turned around, "Come in."
Watching him walking towards the depths of the suite step by step, Xia Ling stood timidly by the door and did not move. She still remembered what happened a few days ago and didn't dare to step into his territory.
Pei Ziheng took a few steps and turned around: "What, are you scared? Who yelled at me so fiercely just now."
She looked like a hesitant little animal at the door, which made him pity and laugh a little. Did she know how many years it had been since no one had dared to yell at him? Do you know what happened to those who yelled at him? This girl is really brave when she is brave, but she is smaller than anyone else when she is timid. She has a look on her face as if she is facing an enemy, as if she can be eaten in just a few steps.
Unexpectedly, I remembered her appearance at that time...
Pei Ziheng's body felt slightly warm, and he breathed deeply and calmly to suppress the strange feeling.
She was still standing by the door, not daring to come in.
Pei Ziheng said: "Do you still want to return to China?"
She asked uncertainly: "If I come in, you will let me go back to the country?"
He couldn't help but chuckle: "Come in, and I'll take you back to China." The affairs in Paris were almost settled, and there was no difference in staying any longer. There was still a lot of things waiting for him at home, and the original plan was to set off in the next few days. Although Pei Ziheng is the chairman, he is different from the hands-off directors of other large groups. He likes to do everything himself. In charge of a behemoth like the Emperor, he is naturally too busy to keep his feet on the ground.
Xia Ling didn't hear the difference between "let" and "take", so she stepped in cautiously.
“The door is closed,” he said.
Her face was slightly nervous, and her hands and feet were stiff.
He strode forward, held her small shoulder with one hand, and reached out with the other hand to close the door. The thick mahogany made a dull sound, and she trembled slightly, not daring to breathe.
He lowered his head and looked at her with amusement: "Where is your courage?"
The breath gently brushed against her ears, making half of her face feel like she was going to have a fever.
He gently tapped her forehead in a half-leaning, half-hugging posture. The girl's skin felt smooth and clean, and a faint and sweet body fragrance spread to the tip of her nose, making people linger. Frightened, she jumped away, staggered several steps back, and bumped into a wine cabinet behind her.
The dazzling array of wine bottles on the open wine cabinet began to shake. With quick eyes and quick hands, Pei Ziheng scooped her into his arms and stabilized the wine cabinet with his other hand, preventing a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from Latour from hitting her head. She was so shocked that she collapsed in his arms.
He couldn't help but kiss her gently again, and this time whispered: "Don't move."
She didn't dare to move. Her body was surrounded by him, and his breath was everywhere. It was a very strange feeling, familiar and comforting, and at the same time, dangerous and mysterious. It was hard to imagine that these two different feelings were mixed in one person, but this was the feeling Pei Ziheng gave her. Her soul seemed to be torn in two, with one half screaming and pushing him away, while the other half asked her to be obedient. In his arms, motionless.
Her hands and feet were weak, her cheeks were red with embarrassment, and she could not speak.
He was in a good mood and sat her down on the sofa by the window. He took a gift from the shelf and gave it to her. "Take it apart and take a look."
She opened it obediently for a long time, unfolding the dark blue kraft paper and layers of ribbons, revealing a dress lying quietly in the box. The dress had a faint luster in the soft morning light. What kind of material is it made of? The tentacles are as soft and smooth as the gentlest water flow.
She let out a small exclamation.
“Do you like it?” he asked again.
This time, she hesitated and nodded.
“Go and put it on and let me see.” he said.
She went to the inner room to change as she was told, and when she came out with bare feet, she was as beautiful as a princess. The delicate and smooth fabric fit her body perfectly, outlining her looming collarbones and slender waist. As long as she moved slightly, the dress would ripple like water waves, and little bits of luster would set off her charming white breasts. The skin is even more beautiful and breathtaking, unlike those in the mortal world.
Pei Ziheng's breathing was a little unsteady.
When choosing the clothing material, the tailor said that this material, known as the "Legendary Shark Silk", is not suitable for everyone. If worn on ordinary girls, the smooth and soft texture will only make them look thick, dark and ugly. Perfect. Clothing materials will magnify any small flaws infinitely.
The tailor said that many famous ladies gave up unwillingly after trying this piece of clothing.
But he chose this one because he had confidence in her. His Xiao Ling is the most beautiful girl in the world. If she can't control this piece of clothing, then no one in the world can control it.
Sure enough, this piece of clothing seems to have been woven for her.
She stood there and turned around slightly, then raised her head to look at him with some joy: "It's so beautiful, so beautiful. Brother Pei, thank you for giving me such a beautiful dress."
He was sitting on the sofa, his face half hidden in the morning light: "It's been two months, and it hasn't grown much."
“Huh?” She was puzzled.
"This was your size two months ago. I asked the tailor to make it. Now it fits just right, and it hasn't changed at all." His deep voice came slowly, and his eyes fell on her.
Her face suddenly turned red, "I, I'll change it."
"Just dress like this," he stopped her, "I said I would take you to a good place. Let's take you today before we return home."
There is one more chapter...well, speed is dead
(End of this chapter)