The law of great fragrance for old men

Chapter 88

During the Lunar New Year, I originally bought a flight ticket back to City F at 2pm on Sunday, but I didn't expect that when I opened my eyes, it was already 1:30, and I couldn't make it no matter what.

He was still covered with a thin cashmere blanket. The moment he turned over, his thighs twitched slightly. The indescribable soreness made him fall back onto the soft pillow and let out a hiss.

The night that only belongs to each other even blurs the concept of time.

The New Year greeting's face was extremely hot, the earlobes were crimson, the neck and Adam's apple were also red, and it was as if one could still feel the lingering lingering in the body.

Yesterday, he asked Zhao Lechuan to help book a restaurant. It was a state banquet level. He only received two tables of guests every day, one at noon and one in the evening. He had to be sincere in celebrating birthdays to please people. Thanks to his growing treasury.

At the beginning of the New Year, he was reluctant to throw away the Dusk Manor. Everything there was bought by him himself, and even every floor was squatted on the ground and wiped with a rag until it was shiny.

In just one and a half years, Twilight Manor actually established an independent brand, and gradually opened small-scale chain stores across the country. He earned a very considerable income every day without having to do anything.

It was quiet in the suite, and the curtains were drawn tightly to prevent light. He Nian was confused as to why it was already afternoon. He checked the flights for the day with his mobile phone, and it showed that all flights were sold out.

When Chu Xijin pushed the door open, He Nian was fiddling with his shirt, a thin and casual summer style. He lifted up the hem of his shirt and looked in the mirror. Two bruises on his lower back were made by his thumbs. The small cinnabar mole was overly loved and became more and more attractive.

"I'm sorry." After a violent night last night, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken when I looked at him. Chu Xijin hugged the person from behind and tied the buttons for him. His gentle expression hid the satisfaction after the fierce request.

"I asked the hotel to prepare some of your favorite vegetarian dishes. Is there anything else you want to eat? I asked them to make it."

In the New Year, he is well-fed and not picky about food. He has good manners, eats quietly and gracefully, and his soft cheeks will puff up a little. But at the moment, he is pretending to be busy and has no intention of being greedy. He shakes his head and says vaguely:

"Sir, my flight is late, and I can't wear this shirt anymore..."

The bright red marks spread from the neck down, and the more serious ones were mixed with blue. He doubted that his shirt could cover them. The most important thing was that the material on his chest rubbed against it, causing swelling and stinging sensation. It was really difficult to see.

"Don't wear this yet."

Chu Xijin took a silk bathrobe and put it on for him. The silky and soft material was cold and cold. He put his arms through his knees. He picked him up and comforted him:

"The work is coming to an end. Zhao Lechuan will stay for the follow-up. You can take a nap after dinner and we will drive back in the afternoon."

"Is it really possible?"

Hearing these words, He Nian hurriedly raised his head, his eyes widening in surprise. After receiving the affirmative answer, he put his hands on Chu Xijin's neck, and leaned his head against the man's chest very affectionately: