I was spoiled after marrying a wealthy man

After standing for a long time, his feet were numb, and Ji Fanqin wanted to go and sit on the sofa.

But she immediately discovered that the sofa was just a wooden frame with no place to sit on it. As a result, there was no place to sit in this room except the bed.

This is probably what the young lady came up with.

What He Hongche said was right, that young mistress really tried her best to get him, even such details were not spared.

As the night slowly deepened, Ji Fanqin's feet began to feel numb even when he stood.

Just moved my feet.

"Bang!" Because his feet were too paralyzed, Ji Fanqin just moved and fell to the ground.

The sound of Ji Fanqin falling still failed to distract He Hongche. He only frowned slightly after hearing the sound.

Ji Fanqin got up, but in order to avoid making a fool of himself again, he did not stand still.

But what could he do if he didn't stand? The eyes that were wandering around fell on He Hongche's clothes.

He Hongche didn't take a shower, and neither did she.

Ji Fanqin took out his pajamas from the closet, and when he turned around, He Hongche's eyes just happened to rise.

When they looked at each other, Ji Fanqin was the one who was not calm. She shook the pajamas in her hands a little helplessly, and said in a panic, "I'm going to take a shower, will you do it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Fanqin couldn't help but slap himself in the face.

What do you mean, I'm going to take a shower, will you take a shower?

Isn't this asking the devil to take a mandarin duck bath with her? How shameful this is.

"Ah, no, no, I mean, I wash first, and then you go in, ah, no, you go in first, no, no, it's not..."

In a hurry, Ji Fanqin couldn't hold his tongue straight, and the more he explained, the more confused he became.

Ji Fanqin's words naturally received a look of disdain from He Hongche. In the end, she simply refused to explain.

Anyway, the devil thought she was the young mistress, and of course the young mistress wanted to have a mandarin duck bath with the devil.

Ji Fanqin walked into the bathroom and closed and opened the door for a long time.

There was no other way, there was a man sitting on her bed, how could she take a shower without worry.

"Bang!" When Ji Fanqin opened the door again, the door in front of her closed with a bang, followed by He Hongche's ice-like voice, "Try to make another sound."

Ji Fanqin didn't dare to say anything anymore, but she couldn't completely let go of her guarded mind. She found something to push against the door before she dared to take a shower.

Just when Ji Fanqin opened the door, He Hongche made a light sneer from his mouth.

If he wanted to go in, no wall could stop him, let alone a small object like that.

After probably washing off three or four layers of skin, Ji Fanqin was willing to come out of the bathroom.

Ji Fanqin came out of the bathroom with a stunned look on his face.

While she was taking a shower, He Hongche had also finished washing. He was still looking down at the tablet in his hand just like before Ji Fanqin entered the bathroom.

His focused eyes, slender fingers, and captivating spirit.

If there wasn't a sworn grudge between them, Ji Fanqin was sure that she would be attracted to the man in front of her.

I won’t say that I fall in love with him, but at least I appreciate him.

Ji Fanqin was a little distressed. The bed was already occupied by He Hongche. Of course, Ji Fanqin couldn't go. There was no place to sit in the house. What would she do next?Will there be any poison in the body soon?

Ji Fanqin stood in front of the bathroom, clenched his hands and then let go, took a deep breath, and walked towards the bed.

As Ji Fanqin approached, He Hongche, who was focused on his work, his eyes suddenly dropped, and there was a strong look of boredom in his eyebrows.