Best Delinquent Wife’s Order: Rise Again, Hubby

When she heard the sound of peace, she was about to get up quickly, Zuo Hancheng pressed her down, and immediately said with a pleading expression: "Can I get a hairdryer to blow your hair?"

Zuo Hancheng looked at her with a look that was really exhausted and frightened. After all, he let her go for a while, but letting her go here now does not mean letting her go at night.

As soon as I was free, I quickly got up and rushed into the bathroom. I picked up the hair dryer and researched how to use this one. After two minutes of research, I took it out directly.

When he came out, Zuo Hancheng was already sitting by the bed and waiting.

Seeing his uncle's appearance, Anhao twitched his mouth.

She is really in pain now. Although Zuo Hancheng was always domineering and brave in that respect, at least he would take care of her more or less. Where was there any care yesterday?

It was Ling Chi, she wouldn't be reconciled without tossing to death!

So now she would rather wait on him, the uncle, to blow his hair and put on clothes instead of being pressed here directly again.

Well, if you really want to come, it is estimated that once is not enough.

Anhao walked over, Zuo Hancheng's hand was about to lift up and habitually hug her. Anhao reluctantly slapped his hand away because of the hot feeling underneath him, "Turn around! "

It is rare to face this expression of peace, but Zuo Hancheng doesn't mind her sulky attitude at all, and he seems to be in a good mood and really turns his back to cooperate with her.

He turned on the hair dryer, and the hot wind was blowing slowly on his head. She fiddled with the dark hair on his head again, thinking of Zuo Hancheng's movements every time she helped her blow her hair, and the force of her hand. Also put a lot softer.

"Will Bai Weiwei also come today?" Anhao asked casually as if to help him blow his hair.

"Yes." Although Zuo Hancheng was enjoying this little girl's service, he answered very simply without concealing it.

An Hao curled his lips: "This is going to be robbed openly? You didn't even tell me before. If Winner sent me here specially, I don't know what will happen to you this afternoon. ."

"What can happen?" Zuo Hancheng said softly, "Because nothing will happen, I didn't feel the need to tell you to make you worry indiscriminately."

"What does that Director White really threaten you?" Although Wenner said before that the status of Zuo Hancheng and Shengling Group cannot be shaken by others, after all, Anhao does not understand Zuo Hancheng's back. The so-called U.S. power of the United States, so it is inevitable that there will still be some concerns in my heart.

"will not."

Anhao smiled a bit with open eyes because of this answer. When his hand passed through his hair, he felt that Zuo Hancheng's hair was really good. It was always so clean and comfortable to touch.

He usually likes to stroke her hair very much, I don't know if he feels the same way.

After drying, Zuo Hancheng’s hair has been carefully trimmed and designed by a barber, which is natural and suitable for his hairstyle. There is no need to specially type something similar to wax to get some styling, and he doesn’t usually do it. Like the other slick and slippery boys dressed up outside, they have their hair organized in a particularly organized manner, but it is safe to like his clean, natural and graceful appearance.

A man is not so deliberate even when he is handsome, and his gestures are many times more perfect than those who deliberately make shapes. I really don't know how to describe this man.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as the proud man of heaven.

Anhao turned around to help him get his clothes. The clothes she put on the side of the cabinet before were not really crumpled by her. When she turned around, she saw that Zuo Hancheng was already standing by the bed and waiting. Enjoying the look, Ann walked over in embarrassment, and while helping him dress, said: "I'm actually not very good at wearing shirts and suits for men. If you don't wear it right, you have to tell me..."

She knows that Zuo Hancheng's suits are not the cheap suit styles on the market, and she also knows that the clothes worn by the upper class people also have their own order and rules. She is only taking ordinary business models, and she is already careful To avoid wearing it wrong, if it is the three-piece style popular in the West, it is estimated that she will not be able to.

But she should have not worn it wrong, because Zuo Hancheng glanced at the shirt she had worn on him, and his eyes were somewhat satisfied.

After everything is dressed, Anhao is not only feeling that her husband is so handsome!

Seeing Anhao's expression that was amazed by his "masterpiece", Zuo Hancheng smiled and looked at her unconcealable **** look, and said in a low voice, "Don't you still take your tie?"

"Oh, yes." An Hao recovered, and hurriedly picked up the tie on the bed, and helped him put it around his neck, but he hesitated for a while, looking at the expensive tie in front of him for a while and started to feel confused.

How to tie?

Is it like the schoolboy's red scarf? It's still the way to tie silk scarves.

The tie wrapped around her hand a few times, and she kept trying to change several methods, but it didn’t seem right. In the end, she had to raise her eyes to look at Zuo Hancheng, who was already smiling helplessly in her eyes: "I won’t system……"

At the same time as her voice fell, Zuo Hancheng had already raised his hand and rescued her from the stiff hand on his tie, but he did not let her put down his hand. Instead, he just used her hand to fasten the tie. He held his hand in this way, so that when he tied the tie out of the shape due to his strength and manner, Anhao's heart beat violently again inexplicably.

Zuo Hancheng always has the ability to make her heartbeat unbalanced, obviously just wearing a tie.

She settled down and settled her mind. After the tie was tied, she finally put down her hand. After thinking about it, she raised her hand to help him tidy up the neckline of his shirt and the suit on his body. Then, when she stroked his tie, she said: "I heard that tying a tie to a man is usually the privilege of the wife."

Zuo Hancheng raised his hand, arbitrarily sorted out the delicate buttons on the cuffs, and then looked at her meaningfully: "So you should study hard."

An's face was a little subtle for a while.

She just blurted it out when she suddenly thought of this statement just now, where she thought she had dug a hole for herself to jump.

Seeing Zuo Hancheng's successful smile, she suddenly gave him a blank look: "Why do you want to learn? Are you not good at it?"

"Mrs. Zuo is not very clear. You have been married for so long and you are still dressing your husband for the first time." Zuo Hancheng stood in front of her as a matter of course, a neat and noble elite, just standing on his cheeks. She was slightly hot, and bowed her head in her ears and said solemnly: "You don't need to wear clothes. I leave it to you to tie the tie. It's a good choice."