The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

162 Chapter 1 Retreat ([-])
After closing it with great difficulty, she swallowed sharply, not knowing if he saw it, she changed the subject nervously: "Are you leaving?" She didn't answer the question instead.

It seems that he changed into a suit of clothes, an iron gray shirt and straight trousers, to cover up the unruly taste on his body, and after the smile on the corner of his mouth faded, he added a bit of strength and sharpness.

The man didn't answer, Shen Lue mustered up the courage to look up at him, however, what met him was a pair of eyes as deep as a pool, full of understanding and insight.Feeling uneasy, she saw her slightly flustered figure in his dark pupils, so she quickly lowered her head clutching the corner of her clothes.

Tang Song actually only scanned a few words vaguely, but it was enough for him to guess more, heh, so to speak, everything last night and this morning has been explained.

He raised his eyebrows and chose not to say anything.She took a step with great difficulty, even if this step can only be regarded as a small means of retreat, he has no reason to force her back.Games are getting more and more interesting, aren't they?

He was very happy to cooperate, but wanted to see how long she could pretend and for what purpose.

Thinking of this, Tang Song said "hmm", and walked a few steps forward to come to her, stretched out his hand to brush the hair scattered on her shoulders, and very naturally stuffed the light silver striped tie hanging on the crook of his arm into the in her hand.

Shen Lue was apprehensive, blinking his eyes and looking at him blankly, a little puzzled.

"Help me fasten it." He bent over slightly, lowered his head slightly, and his hot breath brushed against her soft and flawless cheeks.

Seeing that he seemed to be fine, Shen Lue's heart dropped, but the tie in her hand made her a little embarrassed, and she said bluntly, "I won't."

She has no experience in helping men tie ties. Her father is a rough man, and there are almost no such things in the family.And in the summer, he was dressed like this to attend a very, very formal occasion, how could he let her practice his hands?

Tang Song seemed to have planned it long ago. He smiled and said in a low voice: "Well, it just so happens that you are free today, so you can learn now. This will be one of your tasks in the future." Silk fabrics, began to familiarize themselves with the demonstration.

"Here, put the thin end on the bottom, wrap the wide end up, wrap it around twice first, and then pass it through..."

Shen slightly opened his eyes and watched carefully, not even knowing when he was half embraced in his arms or when their fingers touched.

He held her small hand in his big and generous hand, and his fingertips ran through the cool silk. After comparing, she was surprised that the place where her five fingers touched seemed to be on fire.

Tang Song taught very seriously, so she ignored the ambiguity and concentrated on the complicated knots.

Although Shen Lue's learning ability is considered relatively strong, after practicing a few times, the tie is still a bit nondescript. She tosses the full regular triangle Windsor knot like a loose triangle sugar bag, which has no aesthetic feeling at all.

Time flies, and with a tick, the wall clock on the wall announces that it is already eight o'clock.

She wrinkled her face and looked at him helplessly, just wanting to beg for mercy.

"Okay, that's it." Tang Song also frowned, straightened up and looked at the knot under the collar, he could only say that it was not satisfactory.

Shen slightly smiled dryly, and while retreating out of the range of his aura, he kindly suggested: "You should tie it again yourself."

Unexpectedly, he grabbed her waist and stopped her from fleeing. An unexpected kiss was printed on her lips, and the four lips touched like a touch of water, without any lust, but it made Shen Lue's heart beat Missed a beat.

Then, regardless of the ridiculous bow tie, he directly picked up the briefcase on the table and left, and there was a faint cheerful laughter from outside the door.

(End of this chapter)