C4 That Piece of Wheat Color

CHAPTER IV THE WHEAT COLOUR

The next morning was normal.

When Zhou Lan Lan woke up, the next day was already bright. She rubbed her eyes and sat up in the gap between the sofa and the coffee table. Then she pulled off the blanket on her body and struggled to get up. Her whole body was sore and sore.

Why was she here, sleeping on the sofa?

The surroundings were unfamiliar. She remembered that they were in a resort on vacation and that she had drunk a lot of wine.

This was supposed to be a hotel room, but her room didn't seem to have such a luxurious living room and sofa? So — is this the leader's room? What had happened last night had replayed itself in her mind on and off.

Heavens, could it be …

She quickly checked her body: the buttons of her shirt, apart from the top button, were still intact, her underwear was intact, her skirt was also intact, her stockings were still tenaciously stretched on her lap without any sign of skin, her hair — only a mass of unruly hair sticking out of her head — was in any case, God bless her, and she was all right.

There was her key card in the pocket of her shirt. She took it out and tiptoed out — no one in the living room, no one in the bedroom — the bathroom was empty.

The sound of flowing water came one after another.

She quietly floated over and caught a glimpse of a vague, tall figure through the glass door of the washroom. Her heart tightened. There was actually a man bathing!

Quickly stepping to the door to pick up his high heels, pressing on the bronze doorknob, pressing down, pressing again, not opening? The door was locked. While she was frantically searching for the switch, the sound of water in the washroom stopped and a familiar man's voice called out, "Stop. Wait for me."

Director Wang's voice was harsh and magnetic.

So it was him, she relaxed a little, the boss's words she never disobeyed. She stood there like a student who has made a mistake and is waiting for the teacher to criticize her.

Moments later, a man whose entire body was drenched opened the bathroom door. His lower body was wrapped in a white bath towel, and his upper body muscles were all of a sudden. His wheat colored skin was stained with droplets of water.

He didn't look up at her, but wiped his dripping hair with a towel and headed straight for the house, and she followed him timidly, waiting, as usual, for the next instructions from the leader.

"Stand there — I want to change."

"Oh …" Only then did she realize that she had followed him outside the bedroom. He had entered the bedroom — she was still following him inside. The girl was very careful. Her face was burning.

She scolded herself in her heart: Zhou Lan Lan Lan, why are you so perverted?

She retorted to herself: "No, I'm just anxious to hear what he has to say."

The bedroom door was ajar, and there was a rustling sound from inside. Zhou Lan Lan Lan's eyes were still as red as before …

He came out fully dressed and stared at her.

"Ah!" What else do you want her to do, kiss her goodbye?

"Go look in the mirror and see if you want to wash up. "If you don't return at night, think about what to tell them when you go back."

The night does not return, who does not return, is not all forced by you!

"The reason you didn't come home at night is because you are too sleepy, it has nothing to do with me. I helped you out yesterday, and you still owe me one! " When she said this, she was shocked. Was he listening to her just because she thought about it?

I still owe you one more favor! Where did this come from? She didn't understand, but she didn't dare to ask.

He walked into the bathroom and saw a dirty, disheveled face in the mirror.

"Oh my god!" How could this be?! " She cried out, covering her face with her hands.