Boss on top: My wife is too hot

Even barely giving an 'okay' is really a compliment.

Ye Shenghao still remembers that look deeply.

The head is tilted, the lipstick is smudged, and the beautiful ponytail is turned into a handful of straw because of her flipping back and forth at this time, let alone curled up and twisted into a twisted body. No matter how you look at it, there is no beauty.

But just like this, Ye Shenghao's eyes stopped for a moment, unable to move away.

When she was awake, she was either staring or coquettish. Compared to sleeping now, she was quiet and real.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Jiang Xiyuan said something abruptly, with a slight frown between her brows, as if something was wrong.

"." Ye Shenghao paused, and then the corners of his lips deepened.

Oh, still talking in your sleep?

Seeing her arm leaning against the back of the chair, as if looking for a warm place, Ye Shenghao raised his palm and tried the temperature of the air conditioner above his head. It was slightly cold, no wonder he had a melancholy expression.

Turning her height a degree, she called the flight attendant, and brought a thin blanket to cover her unbeautiful, yet charming sleeping posture.

Then he crossed his arms and closed his eyes for a rest.

After a long while, she opened her eyes again, and her eyes fell on her almost tilted head and the furrowed eyebrows.

Let go of your hand, lift it up, straddle the wooden table, reach Jiang Xiyuan's head, and gently lift it up to form a support.

The little head moved in his palm, as if it had found a soft and good seat, and he frowned in satisfaction.

The thin and gentle breath sprayed on the palm, itching, but it didn't affect Ye Shenghao's posture of turning sideways and holding his head with one hand.

This time, although she was not as comfortable as lying flat on the bed, Jiang Xiyuan felt extremely stable and at ease.

When she woke up from the dream, she felt her whole body slow down.

Looking at the blanket on her body, and then at Yin Yueyue who was sitting next to her, she realized something for a moment, moved her arms, and said with a chuckle, "Look at me, I don't know when I fell asleep, did I disturb you?"

"No, Miss Jiang." Yin Yueyue was taken aback, but kept calm.

"That's good." Jiang Xiyuan raised her fingertips, brushed her hair lightly, and thought of something, "Thank you for bringing me the blanket, no wonder I slept so soundly."

"You're welcome." Yin Yueyue tried to catch her breath, but she was panicked.

It's not Yin Yueyue's credit for being so down-to-earth.

For more than an hour, Ye Shenghao was by her side, supporting her head with one hand. He never knew that his president's arm strength was so amazing.

As for the blanket, it was even lying on the gun. Yin Yueyue herself was already in a dark sleep, so how could she think of these details.

All of this is the masterpiece of Mr. President.

It's just that just now, she and Kerry were chatting enthusiastically, and suddenly saw Ye Shenghao standing beside her.

"I have something to say to Kerry." A simple sentence directly deprived her of the right to change positions.

The president gave orders, so he had to accept the order, but Jiang Xiyuan woke up before he could sit still.

Therefore, Yin Yueyue immediately understood that what she told Kerry was false, and she didn't want Jiang Xiyuan to know it was true.

How should I put it, Jiang Xiyuan also has a fiancé, so Yin Yueyue would not take care of the other's feelings in this way, so she would not advocate 'tearing down the stage', so she answered Jiang Xiyuan's question.

"By the way, does Miss Jiang need a drink of water? I'll ask the flight attendant to pour you a glass." Ye Shenghao poured warm water carefully before, and Yin Yueyue naturally remembered it.

"Now I want to go to the bathroom." Thinking that after such a long time, she should also change a sanitary napkin, she smiled at Yin Yueyue and said tactfully.

"Then I'll go with you." Yin Yueyue volunteered.

"Well, I'll just go by myself, please help me get a glass of water." Saying that, he took off the blanket and got up.

When he turned around, he saw Ye Shenghao in the leather chair, still holding the book, and had read to the end of the page.

It's been several hours, hasn't he slept all this time?

Just as he was thinking, the deep black pupils raised slightly, glanced at them, and they collided.

Jiang Xiyuan was startled, quickly raised her hand and brushed her ears and hair, lowered her eyes, and walked towards the bathroom.

Lock the door and change the sanitary napkin.

Finally, wash your hands.

But when he inadvertently raised his eyes to look in the mirror, he was shocked and almost lost his composure.

What the hell is this!

In the mirror, her hair was messed up like a chicken coop, her eyelids were slightly swollen from sleep, and she didn't even know when she wiped off her lipstick and smeared it on her lips!
Suddenly, recalling the moment when she got up, Jiang Xiyuan stared at Youyou Shentong, she was startled, her throat felt like a huge fly flew into her throat, the owner was stuck, her whole body was not well.

Thinking of all the embarrassments before and the current situation, if possible, Jiang Xiyuan really wanted to discuss with the captain and let her get off the plane immediately.

Speechless and messy.

Sitting on the toilet seat, I stretched out my ten fingers in distress, inserted into the hair, and scratched secretly several times, but I couldn't resume normal breathing.

It's not that I care about appearances, I just feel that this image should not appear in front of Ye Shenghao, after all, he is not a close person, so it is too impolite.

Besides, with his personality, maybe he will make a big fuss about it.

Just thinking about it made Jiang Xiyuan feel suffocated.

No.

Be composed and calm.

What could be more embarrassing than squatting in the toilet, calling out to that man who doesn't know whether he is a friend or a colleague, and handing over underwear and sanitary napkins?

Chicken nest hair and messy makeup are nothing, the big deal is to pretend not to know, and get over it perfunctorily.

Thinking about it this way is a lot more enlightening.

However, thinking about it again, Jiang Xiyuan smiled wryly.

When did all the tragic things happen to her, who is upright, in front of this man?

I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

I got up, tidied my hair carefully in front of the mirror, removed the lipstick from my mouth with a tissue, looked around to make sure it was correct, and then opened the bathroom door.

The steps are heavy, but pretending to be natural.

Passing by Ye Shenghao's seat, he took a glance unconsciously from the corner of his eye, and found that the man was leaning on the neck pillow, and at some point, he had closed his eyes and rested.

At this time, the partition was pulled down, and his position was slightly dark, but he could still see the clean face without impurities.

When you close your eyes, you don't see the deep eyes, they are a little less cold, and a little more warm. It is not an exaggeration to say that they look like angels.

Long lashes are attached to cover the eyelids for a softer, fuller appearance.

The arms are naturally folded on the chest, the collar of the white lining is slightly open, and a trace of unruly and arrogance still surrounds the body.

Unknowingly, he took a deep breath and bit his lip. This man even had such an elegant sleeping posture.

It's not like her.
Um. Don't mention it!
"Phew." Seeing that Ye Shenghao was asleep, thinking about the accidental glance just now, maybe because of the drowsiness, he didn't see her clearly, so he took off his guard and sat down easily.

Yin Yueyue called her a glass of water by the side, thanked her, took a sip from the glass, pressed it, and returned to normal.

What Jiang Xiyuan didn't notice was that Ye Shenghao, who was at the rear, had his eyes closed, but the smile on his lips was enough to warm the entire cabin.