Oakes was not a fool. Liu Zhenying understood this immediately and squinted his eyes: "God, aren't they going to use you as a gimmick and push you to the forefront?"

"So I refused."

By the way, she also called the elder to briefly explain the matter and eliminate all bad possibilities in advance.

No one should try to plot against her out of nowhere.

"In this case, beautiful Miss Dongfang, if you don't want to go to this music event, then you can't go."

Oakes rubbed his forehead, feeling quite troubled by the current situation where the music industry has become more capital-intensive. He sighed: "And that travel show, since you don't want to go, then I'll find someone else."

"Okay, bye bye."

"Hey, I still..."

Before Oaks could finish speaking, Liu Zhenying simply hung up the phone.

After briefly tidying up the bathroom, she pushed open the bathroom door. Before she could take a step, a pair of big hands suddenly fell from the sky, grabbed her waist and lifted her up.

Smelling the familiar smell, Liu Zhenying was not surprised at all. He put his little hands around his neck, tugged on his short hair, and pulled his lips together with a smile: "Are you here?"

"You know I'm outside?"

Qu Xiaojue lowered his eyes and stared at her fair face, then sat her down on the sofa.

The two of them were so close that he could clearly smell the scent of shower gel emanating from her body, which mixed with the moisture and turned into a particularly alluring aroma.

He couldn't help but kissed her on the cheek, causing her to say naturally: "Yes, your movements are so loud, my ears are very good, of course I can hear you."

She didn't know if she was referring to the sound of him climbing over the wall, or the sound of him rustling outside to help her make the bed.

But he was not ashamed. Instead, a low and slow laughter overflowed from his throat, and he coaxed softly: "Okay, then I will be quieter next time and I promise not to disturb you, okay?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as you don't let dad and brother find out."

Although Qu Xiaojue knew that Han Muqing was Liu Zhenying's biological half-brother, he was still concerned about the word "brother" that came out of her mouth.

However, he didn't say anything. He reached out and touched her wet hair, and his thin lips moved on her cheek for a while before asking, "Do you have a hairdryer in your room? Let me dry your hair."

Liu Zhenying didn't have the habit of drying his hair, so he didn't know if there was one in the room.

Qu Xiaojue went into the bathroom and searched around, and sure enough he found it in the cabinet under the sink.

A buzzing sound rang in her ears. He sat behind her and rubbed her scalp almost gently with his big hands.

This is not the first time he has helped her blow dry her hair, but he has become more skillful every time.

This time, Liu Zhenying felt drowsy. He patted his little blushing face, which was already steaming from the steam, and turned to look at him in a refreshing way.

Qu Xiaojue's handsome face was rugged, but there was an indescribable seriousness under the light. He seemed to be aware of her gaze, and he lowered his eyes slightly: "Don't move around, otherwise I will burn you easily."

"oh."

She immediately obeyed and kept her sideways posture. After sitting for a while, she felt tired again, so she half-lyed in his arms and said in a muffled voice: "By the way, I want to wear something with a long tail."

A wedding dress, okay?”

Wedding dress with long tail?

"Floor-length wedding dress?"

"It seems so."

Liu Zhenying didn't dare to move his head, so he clasped Qu Xiaojue's arm with his hand. It wasn't heavy, but it just tickled him.

Then, he heard her murmuring in his arms: "When I went home this afternoon, I accidentally caught a glimpse of it at the bridal shop on the roadside and thought it looked pretty good."

"sure."

In such an environment and in such a posture, his fiancée discussed the wedding dress with him, which made Qu Xiaojue's unoccupied mind more and more stable. He wanted to touch her little face, but he couldn't free his hand, and his voice became louder.

Getting lower and lower: "Now that you have a style you like, I will arrange for the designer to send you some trailing styles tomorrow for you to choose from, okay?"
Chapter completed!