Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Wen Li looked at Lu Xixiao: "Have you decided what you want?"

She was a little wary.

Lu Xixiao: "Yeah."

He lowered his head and discussed with the sleepy little guy in his arms: "Jingyuan, can you let Lu Wu help you take a bath? Grandpa and sister have something to do."

"Yeah." The little guy agreed sensibly.

Lu Xixiao handed the little guy to Lu Wu, and after they entered the room, he walked towards Wen Li.

His breath suddenly approached, and Wen Li, who was on guard, instinctively wanted to retreat, but she restrained herself. She raised her little face slightly to look at Lu Xixiao.

Lu Xixiao lowered his eyes to look at Wen Li and asked softly, "Can you wear the dress I gave you last time and dance with me?"

Wen Li was stunned and her long eyelashes fluttered twice.

Lu Xixiao: "Is it too much to ask for this compensation?"

Wen Li's reaction was a little slow: "Dancing?"

This was really something she could not have imagined.

Is it because I didn’t finish the whole masked ball last time, or do I have obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Lu Xixiao: "Yeah."

Wen Li: "Have you thought it through? Are you sure you want this?"

Are you sure you want something so flashy?

It should be neither flashy nor practical.

Lu Xixiao was very sure: "Is it okay?"

Wen Li was silent and did not respond for a moment.

She wanted to refuse, but she couldn't think of a reason to refuse.

After all, the compensation he proposed was not excessive at all.

Looking up at Lu Xixiao who was expecting her answer, Wen Li half-heartedly said, "Where...to dance?"

Just jump, it’s not like we haven’t jumped together before.

Seeing that she seemed to agree, Lu Xixiao was delighted: "Your room or my room is fine, or the living room, the terrace on the third floor, and the screening room on the basement floor. You can choose wherever you want."

Wen Li thought for a moment and said, "Come to my room."

Dancing at home is a little weird.

It’s better to dance with the door closed.

Wen Li said, "I need to take a shower and get ready."

She spent a lot of time outdoors today.

Lu Xixiao readily agreed: "Okay, I'll get ready too."

Wen Li couldn't help but ask, "What are you preparing?"

He laughed and said, "I'll take a bath too, to show my appreciation."

Wen Li curled the corner of his mouth slightly, opened the door and entered the room.

Dance?

The moment he closed the door, Wen Li felt a little regretful.

But since I have already agreed, it is obviously impossible to go back on my word.

No character setting is allowed.

Forget it, it’s just a dance, you’re not going to be shot.

If you want to be embarrassed, both of you should be embarrassed.

Wait, this guy knew she got her skirt back?

Didn’t you say you didn’t watch it?

Guess?

Can you guess so sure?

This guy! He didn't tell the truth last time!

Wen Li slapped Lu Xixiao in his heart.

She took her pajamas into the bathroom and took a shower, then went to the dressing room to get the dress and high heels and put them on.

After looking at herself in the mirror, she hesitated for a moment, then found a lipstick and applied a thin layer of it on her lips. Finally, she took off the clip at the back of her head and let her long hair down.

Wen Li looked at herself in the fitting mirror, her expression becoming slightly complicated. She pursed her lips slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

Wen Li subconsciously turned his head upon hearing the voice and muttered, "The timing is quite accurate."

The knock on the door only sounded twice before it fell silent.

Wen Li looked at himself in the mirror again, and the slightest hesitation in his eyes disappeared: "Let's do this."

She walked out of the cloakroom with her skirt lifted, passed through the bedroom and went to the living room. When she reached the door, she stood there for a few seconds, not sure whether she was preparing herself mentally, and then opened the door.

Lu Xixiao had actually been waiting outside the door for more than ten minutes.

He was tidying up his clothes when he heard the door open. He immediately looked up and saw Wen Li. A smile unconsciously filled his eyes.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Wen Li looked at him.

Lu Xixiao washed his hair and took a shower, used a hair dryer to style his hair simply, and changed into formal attire: a black shirt, suit trousers, and leather shoes. He looked so formal that he was only missing a tie.

Lu Xixiao actually wore a tie at first, and tried more than one tie, but he always felt that it was a bit too serious. After thinking about it, he finally took it off. He was still struggling with the tie during the more than ten minutes he waited at Wen Li's door.

"Yeah." Wen Li responded and turned to walk inside.

Lu Xixiao, who was outside the door, followed him into the room, closed the door behind him, and his eyes fell on Wen Li's back. He had not had time to look at her carefully just now, so he only dared to take a sneak peek at her back.

He looked calm on the outside, but was somewhat nervous on the inside.

Wen Li turned around and asked him, "Why are you jumping?" Before Lu Xixiao could say anything, she couldn't help but complain, "You're a businessman, but you're giving up profits and wanting these fancy and worthless things."

Lu Xixiao: "It's a bit flashy, maybe."

This is clearly romantic.

Unfortunately, Wen Li seemed a little allergic to romance and lacked some romantic factor, so Lu Xixiao didn't argue with her much.

"But it's not worth the money. Honestly, if you're willing, I don't know how many people would rush to pay for a dance with you."

His words made Wen Li want to roll her eyes.

Urged him: "Hurry up."

Lu Xixiao took out his cell phone, clicked a few times, turned up the volume, and then placed the phone on top of the sofa. Then, with a faint smile on his face, he extended a gentlemanly hand towards Wen Li, inviting her.

His cell phone played melodious waltz music.

At least it's not a random jump.

Wen Li looked at him, took a deep breath, and put his hand in his.

Lu Xixiao took her two steps to the wide area beside him, and then faced her. He gently put his other hand around her, half of his palm resting on her lower back. His palm was broad, and his fingers were long, which made her waist look even thinner.

The skirt was designed with a waistline, and it stuck to her skin. The touch was very obvious through the fabric, which made Wen Li, whose waist had almost never been touched, a little sensitive. She could clearly feel the temperature of his hand, and the part of her body that he was touching quickly became hot.

Wen Li put his other hand on his shoulder.

The distance between the two was close but polite.

Lu Xixiao lowered his head slightly and said softly, "It's begun."

He started dancing.

Wen Li followed his dance steps and rhythm.

Melodious music slowly played in the room.

The two danced together in the living room.

Wen Li's thoughts were drawn back to the last masked ball.

Last time, they were just one dancer among many.

And this time, it was just the two of them.

The mask provided her with good coverage last time.

This time, there was nothing between the two of them.

There was no hiding all the reactions and micro-expressions on her face.

She could feel how hot Lu Xixiao's gaze was.

It didn't seem as awkward as I had imagined.

But it was not calm and relaxed.

The atmosphere gradually shifted from subtle to ambiguous.

Wen Li kept his eyes level and his gaze was just fixed on Lu Xixiao's lips.

He has beautiful lips, with a perfect shape and color. When he is silent, he appears cold and abstinent, but when he smiles, he is only sexy and seductive.

His lips, which are born on his face, double his appearance.

Wen Li didn't know that when he was drunk, he had said in his heart that his lips were beautiful, and he even kissed them.

Although she didn't know about this, he did tell her that she kissed him and bit his lips.

Wen Li's ears suddenly felt hot when she recalled this, so she calmly moved her gaze from his lips to his shoulder.

Lu Xixiao's gaze was locked on Wen Li's face from beginning to end. The emotions in her eyes were covered by her eyelashes, but he still noticed her slightly unnatural expression and her averted gaze.

Although he didn't know what she was thinking, Lu Xixiao was sure that she was shy.

Where Wen Li couldn't see, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Time seemed to slow down.

Wen Li's thoughts were a little confused as she stared at Lu Xixiao's shoulder. The words Lin Zhuxi said popped up in her mind.

——Male model Lu Xixiao.

——You can manipulate them for money.

She couldn't help but put herself in Lu Xixiao's shoes.

Immediately, some images appeared in my mind uncontrollably.

Of course, they are not those that are over 18, but the scenes of Lu Xixiao bending over for money and being abused and manipulated by the customers.

Wen Li, who felt speechless at the time, now found Lu Xixiao inexplicably funny.

Okay, she's also a bit of a badass.

Afraid of being discovered by Lu Xixiao, Wen Li lowered her head to hide the smile on her face, but she was still discovered.

Seeing Wen Li's expression suddenly become lively, Lu Xixiao couldn't help but ask curiously: "What are you thinking about?"

The deep voice was indescribably charming in this atmosphere.

His voice was so close that it seemed as if he was speaking right against her forehead.

The moment Wen Li heard his voice, Lin Zhuxi's bold words of encouragement suddenly popped up in her mind: "Sleep with him tonight."

This made Wen Li's face a little stiff at the time.

She looked up at him quickly, so quickly that she felt a little guilty.

"No." She lied.

"It's obviously there." Lu Xixiao thought to himself.

He was extremely curious. But Wen Li refused to say, or even admit it, so there was no way he could get the answer.

Lin Zhuxi's words, "Sleep with him tonight," kept echoing in Wen Li's mind like a spell, and Wen Li, who already had difficulty concentrating, became even more absent-minded.

Her attention was forcibly drawn to Lu Xixiao.

It can't be moved away.

Lu Xixiao would never have imagined how active Wen Li's mind was and how racing his thoughts were in just this short time of less than a dance.

But his heart was completely on Wen Li, and he found that Wen Li's originally cold and white neck quietly became rosy.

She tilted her face slightly, exposing her slender neck to his view, and he could see the change process clearly.

Both of them had taken a shower and washed their hair, and they had the same scent of shower gel and shampoo on their bodies. The slight distance between their bodies seemed to be eliminated by this same scent, making them close to each other.

The black leather shoes and mist blue high heels complement each other better.

The picture of two people dancing together under the warm lights is extremely beautiful and sophisticated.

The world of the two seems quiet, yet restless.

The light hem of the skirt swayed and spun, lifting up the black trousers. Just looking at this scene, he was so calm that he seemed to be the passive party.

But in fact, she never looked at him from beginning to end, and his eyes never left her from beginning to end.

The dance is over.

Wen Li breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Xixiao was still not satisfied.

Wen Li was about to withdraw her hand as she stepped back, but he held her hand even tighter.

His palms were burning hot.

The slowly warming air rises rapidly at this moment.

Wen Li paused in her retreat and looked up at him.

The moment their eyes met, Wen Li was touched by the burning love in his eyes. There was so much love in his eyes that words could not express it, and words seemed pale and bland. But it happened that the current atmosphere was very suitable for expressing love to the fullest, but Lu Xixiao did not say anything - the eye contact at this moment was better than any words.

Perhaps moved by the love in his eyes, Wen Li, who was allergic to romance, rarely rushed to ruin the atmosphere.

So the two of them just stared at each other.

There seemed to be small sparks crackling in the air.

Explode into the brain and heart.

Looking at each other is a human spiritual kiss without lust.

This sentence seems to express it very well.

The music and they all stopped, and the room was silent.

However, the quieter it is on the surface, the more restless it is secretly.

She hadn't moved away yet, and the two of them remained close.

Wen Li didn't know whether he wanted to pull his hand away or it was a physical reaction, but the hand he was holding moved, but the movement was not big.

Her soft fingertips gently rubbed his warm palm.

Inadvertently, it seemed that more than just the palm was rubbed.

Lu Xixiao's eyes darkened in an instant.

Two clusters of fire flickered faintly in the depths of the black eyes.

Lu Xixiao is not a young boy, he is a normal adult male. In such a situation and at such a distance, it is difficult for him to be free of evil thoughts and impulses.

He was not afraid of others knowing what he was thinking at the moment.

He wanted to kiss her.

It's that straightforward.

But he restrained himself.

Lu Xixiao closed his long fingers and couldn't help but squeeze Wen Li's hand. He suddenly spoke, breaking the extremely ambiguous atmosphere: "Wait for me."

His voice became a little hoarse for some reason.

With that he let her go and turned towards the door.

Lu Xixiao left the room and Wen Li stood there in a daze. Before she could calm down, Lu Xixiao knocked on the door and came back with something and a bouquet of flowers.

The bouquet of flowers did not seem to be part of the birthday ceremony, because he was not in a hurry to give it to her. He temporarily placed the bouquet on the single sofa, freed his hands, took out a small box from the gift bag he was carrying, and then temporarily placed the gift bag on the sofa.

There was obviously something else in that handbag.

He opened the small box in his hand and handed it to Wen Li.

"birthday present."

"Happy birthday."

Inside the small box was a car key.

Koenigsegg Regera.

A super sports car limited to five units worldwide.

These limited edition sports cars are not only a symbol of noble status, but also a perfect combination of performance and art.

This gift... how should I put it, it not only caters to his taste but is also presentable - when this sports car was born, Wen Li was still a child and not yet a racing driver. These five cars had long been collected in the garages of top wealthy collectors from various countries. It took some effort to get them out of their garages, so Lin Zhuxi had to negotiate with the other party many times.

Yes, it’s quite a coincidence that the birthday gift Lin Zhuxi gave her this year was also a sports car, a Koenigsegg Regera.

There are only five sports cars in the world, and Wen Li has four of them.

Jiang Yingbai gave her one two years ago.

She made one herself.

Wen Li reached out to take it, and accepted it generously without any refusal.

"Thanks," she said.

Lu Xixiao then took out a small box and a sealed bag from his handbag. It was unknown what documents or contracts were contained in them.

He held it in each hand and handed it to Wen Li.

Said: "Last year's birthday present."

Wen Li: "Last year?"

"I didn't give you a birthday present last year because if it was too little I wouldn't be able to present it, and if it was too much I was afraid you wouldn't accept it. This is the same birthday present I prepared last year, but you should be willing to accept it this year."

"So what is this?"

Lu Xixiao: "S Continent. I've already signed and stamped the transfer contract. All you need to do is sign it. This is the seal of the Continental Governor."