Chapter 116: Dramatist President X "Dry Woman" Secretary 8

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Her hands were soft, and the movement of brushing his hair was very light. He was just making an excuse, but now because of this gentle movement and the moderate temperature of the wind, he relaxed a little...

Closing his eyes, he let her blow her hair, and the drowsiness slowly came over...

However, his hair was already half-dry and short, so it dried within a few minutes.

Ran Muxun put down the hair dryer and said, "Okay..."

Huo Tingyu didn't respond.

She froze for a moment, looked at the time, it was already ten o'clock...

She remembered that Huo was always a very principled person. Unless there were special circumstances, even if he worked overtime at any time, he would definitely go home before ten o'clock...

Now, it is nine fifty.

Besides, it's not good to let him stay here at this late hour.

So, she called him cautiously: "Mr. Huo? Mr. Huo?"

Huo Tingyu didn't really fall asleep at first, but when she called her, he opened his eyes, and met the clear black eyes under her glasses, his eyes flickered slightly...

"Um?"

"Mr. Huo, it's getting late..."

Huo Tingyu didn't look at the time, but stared at her instead. Her hair was also half wet. She didn't have a chance to dry her hair when she fell into the swimming pool before and changed her clothes later. Although it was half wet now, her hair was still wet. Some stuck to her cheeks, neck...

Her hair was very black and her skin was very white. The beauty of this visual contrast made his Adam's apple twitch...

He almost... No, he had never seen Secretary Ran's hair hanging down.

Just now her hair was obviously wet and tied into a bun, so he didn't notice at all...

Now her bun is a bit messy, and the shorter hair on the side is also a little loose, so he can see her side...

Without thinking, he stretched out his hand and passed it across her neck. Her eyes widened, and before she could react, her hair had already fallen down, messily scattered on her shoulders...

In a hurry to see him off just now, she immediately went to get the hair dryer after entering the room, and she hadn't had a chance to change out of the off-the-shoulder dress that made her feel very uncomfortable...

So, slightly damp hair…

It was draped directly on her white and soft shoulders...

"Huo, Mr. Huo!"

She stammered back a step.

But Huo Tingyu stopped him.

Huo Tingyu stood up and picked up the hair dryer, "You'll catch a cold if you don't dry your hair."

Yes, that's right, but...

Why do you want him to blow her hair? !

He is her immediate boss, her boss!

Ran Muxun hurriedly stopped him, "Mr. Huo, I can do it myself..."

"Reciprocity is courteous."

He calmly pulled her over, pressed her on the sofa, and directly helped her blow-dry her hair.

Probably because of her as a "good teacher", he also looks very gentle and professional when he blows his hair. The wind with a moderate temperature and an appropriate distance will not burn her, nor will it fail to blow her hair.

His big hands passed through her hair gently, gently blowing every strand of her hair...

Ran Muxun sat stiffly on the sofa, motionless.

The sofa was obviously very soft, but at the moment she was sitting on pins and needles, deeply uncomfortable.

What's the situation, the president's boss is helping her to dry her hair? !

Too magical, right? !

He gently caressed her cheeks and her earlobes with his fingertips...

Her ears were burning a little, she held her breath, and suddenly felt that the room was so quiet, she could even hear her own heartbeat...