The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

Xiao Chuchu looked at the mirror, and understood his meaning by watching his movements.

She hesitated for a while, but she didn't refuse in the end. She will leave in a few days. These small acts of intimacy, every time there is one less interaction.

He took the hair dryer and stood up, letting him sit on the chair.

When the hair is dry, he likes to comb the hair on the front of the forehead behind his head. Now it is wet, a little frizzy, and the hair is a little curly. I don't know if it is natural or permed later.

Beichen Yuqing seemed to understand her thoughts, "naturally curly hair."

"Oh."

"Curious about me?" The smile on the corner of his mouth was evoked deeper in his heart.

"What did you say?" Xiao Chuchu couldn't hear the sound of the hair dryer, so she turned off the hair dryer and asked.

"You're starting to take an interest in me."

Xiao Chuchu frowned, why did he say that, was it because she suddenly wanted to know whether his hair was naturally curly or permed?

It seemed he had misunderstood.

"Nothing."

"You are interested in my hair, and you still don't admit that you are interested in me?"

"..."

"It's not something you can't say about being interested in me. I allow you to ask all the things you are curious about me, and I will answer them one by one." Beichen Yuqing said happily.

"I know your birthday is December [-]th. You don't know mine. It's the opposite of your birthday, August [-]th."

"You don't even know my height, 1.8 meters three."

"My blood type is..."

The corners of Xiao Chuchu's mouth twitched, and she turned on the hair dryer directly to isolate his voice.

He said a few more things about him later, but she didn't catch any of them.

The hot air shuttled through his hair and dried it in a short while.

"All right."

"So fast?" He hadn't enjoyed enough yet, and suddenly wanted to grow his hair long.

They went to change and Dick got the car ready.

Halfway through, Beichen Yuqing took out a red book and gave it to her.

It turns out that the Chinese food in the Red House has already drawn up a menu.

Xiao Chuchu flipped through the menu, it's only been a while, the red restaurant has transformed from a western restaurant to a Chinese restaurant, and there are more than [-] dishes on it.

"See if there is anything you want to eat, and if there is nothing, I will ask them to add it immediately."

She raised her eyebrows, since he said so, she was not embarrassed, she really had something she wanted to eat.

"hot pot."

Beichen Yuqing frowned, as if she didn't want her to eat it, but she didn't say anything.

He raised his hand to signal Dick to let him go and inform the Red Pavilion to prepare.

The manager of the red hall always put his heart in his throat, because the young master would always come, even if his psychological quality was excellent and his ability to withstand pressure was strong, he would not wait for the young master every now and then.

In a second, please tell the young master chef to come back and prepare the ingredients for Chinese food. Now he has to go to the chef again and let them prepare the soup base for the hot pot.

After Beichen Yuqing and the others arrived, the manager came to ask them what soup base they wanted, and Xiao Chuchu asked them directly according to what he saw.

Xiao Chuchu likes spicy food, "red soup."

The manager nodded and backed away.

A few seconds later, Xiao Chuchu called him to stop, "It's still white soup."

Beichen Yuqing doesn't like spicy food.

This change of behavior made the eyes of the man sitting next to Xiao Chuchu shine brightly.

A feeling of joy welled up in my heart.

He held her face violently, pecked her lips twice, rubbed her face and said, "You are taking care of my taste!"

"..."

"is not it?"

"Let go of me." Her face was almost deformed by his rubbing.

Beichen Yuqing didn't let it go, but stopped rubbing it, and held it gently, "Is it? Answer me!"

"You said yes."

He kissed her lips twice more, his voice was ecstatic, and there was a sound of happiness, "I knew you were taking care of my taste, but it doesn't matter, I can eat spicy food with you."

"Change to red soup." He ordered to the manager.

"Change to a mandarin duck pot." She also said to the manager.