100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 613 Visiting the Golden Gate

She stretched lazily.

The head male servant immediately got up and gently sat down by her bedside to massage her head acupoints.

"Is this okay?"

"Hmm," she replied rather coldly.

These 18 male servants were a gift from her beloved, tycoon father, who spent two years preparing and procuring them from all over the world for her 18th birthday.

Shen Jinhuan found it difficult to remember the names of so many people, so he simply gave them 18 new names.

They are:

Nanfeng, Nanhua, Nanxue, Nanyue, Nanwen, Naner, Nanya

Southern zither, Southern chess, Southern calligraphy, Southern painting

Nanxu, Nanhuai, Nanruo, Nangu

In front of flowers, under the moon

On ordinary days, she would serve him personally in front of flowers and under the moon.

"Miss Huanhuan, are you getting up now?"

"Get up."

She pinched her brow, and the next second a pair of soft, delicate hands covered the back of her hands, gently taking over her action.

The four women, Feng Hua Xue Yue, pushed in a clothes rack, and row after row of the latest seasonal dresses were displayed in front of her.

Two fitting models stood to one side.

They are always ready to wait for the young lady to finish picking out her clothes so they can try them on, thus saving the young lady the trouble of changing clothes back and forth.

This job pays 50,000 yuan a month. Not only do they get to soak in hot spring water and milk baths every morning, but they also have a dedicated nutritionist to manage their figures. They are provided with food and accommodation, all so that they can present themselves to the young lady in the best possible condition and with the most similar proportions when she wakes up.

The young ladies' clothes are very expensive, and they need to have smooth, delicate skin that is full of fragrance, so as not to stain the fabric when trying on the clothes.

Well, everyone who serves the young lady is willing and enthusiastic.

There's no other reason; it's just that she gave too much...

Jin Huan rested her chin on her hand and lazily pointed to a few items.

The two girls immediately dragged their clothes to the fitting room to change.

Under the moonlight, a robe-like outer garment was brought over, its incredibly light and antique satin fabric gently draped over her shoulders: "Miss Huanhuan, put on this coat, be careful not to catch a cold." Jin Huan hummed in agreement, long accustomed to men's gentle care, her heart as cold as a decades-old freezer in a large supermarket, utterly unmoved.

However, she twitched her nose.

The scent on Yuexia's body had changed.

Tsk, the fragrance of pear blossoms fills the tent.

She glanced at the man with her head slightly turned, her eyes focused and direct. Under the moonlight, his hand trembled slightly, but he still sat properly beside her, his head slightly closed, without looking up.

Jin Huan reached out and pressed her fingertips against the man's Adam's apple gently.

His breathing quickened slightly, and his few barely audible panting breaths were incredibly alluring.

As Hua Qian massaged Jin Huan's acupoints on her head, her eyes darkened, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously tightened.

Fortunately, Jin Huan didn't go too far. After all, she was already married, and her husband was the most popular actor in the entertainment industry today, possessing both talent and popularity, as well as an exceptionally handsome face.

Having fun is fine, but don't go too far.

As she pulled away, Yuexia gently squeezed the bed sheet, a sudden pang of disappointment washing over her.

Has my husband come back from filming?

“Mr. Li hasn’t returned yet.” Nanfeng, who was in charge of daily communication, spoke up immediately and took the young lady’s fully charged phone from the wireless charging socket box and handed it over respectfully: “However, Mr. Li has been involved in a scandal recently. Last night, the media photographed him entering a room with the female lead from the play for two hours before coming out.”

Nan Hua poured a glass of warm water for Jin Huan; he usually handled public relations.

"Miss, do you need to make Mr. Li leave with nothing and be completely disgraced? If so, I'll arrange it now." Unexpectedly, Jin Huan searched for the news online and her eyes lingered on the headline for a long time.

Then, she rested her chin on her hand and chuckled softly, without a trace of anger: "Tsk, so fast."

"Should I call Mr. Li back?" The massage skills in front of the flowers have improved more and more.

The massage made her bones feel weak.

"Yeah, tell him to come back."