His Beloved Mate

Damn it! The balance was not enough. Would it be awkward to return the dress now?

'It's ok. I can use the card of the capitalist.'.

Cassie took out a black card from her bag again and handed it to her. "Try this one."

The saleswoman smiled and said, "Okay."

Looking at the expression of Cassie for using the black card, Shirley felt a little funny. "What's wrong with you? Just use a card."

Cassie pursed her lips and said, "No. It's my first time to spend his money. I'm not used to it..."

Cheryl laughed, "Mr. Dylan will be happy."

"Ha ha." Cassie smiled awkwardly.

She had never used the card of the capitalist before, so she felt uncomfortable. This time, she suddenly used the card of Dylan. She always felt strange.

In the conference room of Huayu

When the manager of the marketing department was analyzing the price, Dylan's phone suddenly lit up. It was a consumption message, saying that the consumption was 500 thousand. Seeing the message, he couldn't help smiling.

After the meeting, Dylan told Simon, "Help me put the cooperation with Stay company on the agenda."

Simon was stunned for a while and said, "Ah, isn't the meeting going to start in June?"

In a good mood, the smile on Dylan's face became bigger and bigger. He said indifferently, "Make money to support my wife."

Simons face darkened and his heart was filled with tears! 'Don't torture me, a single man, okay?'.!

Night fell

When Dylan returned to the West Mountain Linyu, he saw Cassie coming out of the bathroom, with water drops on her hair. When Cassie saw him come back, she quickly walked up to him and said, "I will try my best to return 500 thousand to you!"

Dylan chuckled and said, "Mine is yours, yours is yours. You don't have to be so careful."

Cassie's face flushed. She was still wearing a wet headscarf. Dylan frowned and asked, "Why don't you dry your hair?"

Cassie said, "Well... I just came out. I'll dry it later."

Seeing the hair dryer on the dresser, Dylan pushed Cassie to the dresser and let her sat down. He took off her headscarf. Her hair was dark and shiny, and in good quality. It was just a scroll.

Dylan picked up the comb and combed her hair gently and skillfully. Cassie peeped at him through the mirror.

He was not as aggressive as he was in the daytime. He blew her hair carefully and looked more gentle.

Cassie's heart beat faster and her cheeks turned red unconsciously.

After a while, Dylan said gently, "Go and straighten your hair."

In a trance, Cassie raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. She said, "Why?" Her tone was a little confused. Dylan lifted his lips, gently smoothed her hair and put it on her shoulder again. "For girls, long straight hair is more beautiful." Cassie pursed her lips and nodded, "Okay."

Dylan asked her, "Didn't you buy a new dress? Dress it for me."

Feeling a little embarrassed, Cassie said, "Didn't Cheryl send you the picture?"

Dylan said, "The picture I saw is different from what I saw with my own eyes. Besides, I want to see you wear it for me."

Cassie's face blushed. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll dress it for you now."

Cassie took out the dress from the cloakroom and changed it again. She walked to the bedroom in slippers and stood in front of Dylan, asking, "Is it okay? Both Cheryl and Shirley said it were pretty." Dylan looked her up and down. It was very decent not to expose herself.

Dylan walked to the side of Cassie and pulled her around. "Good. Have you written today's copybook?"

'What?!

Cassie curled her lips and smiled awkwardly, "Not yet. I just come back. I promise! I'll show you before I go to bed!"

Normally, the capitalist would scold her. But today, for some reason, the capitalist was very unusual. Dylan lifted his lips and said slowly, "Bring it to the study."

Confused, Cassie asked, "Why go to the study?"

Without answering, Cassie took out the copybook from the desk obediently and went to the study in slippers. Sitting at the desk, Cassie scratched her head and asked, "What do you want to do?" Dylan gently pushed her to the table and sat down. He took out a pen and handed it to her. "Practicing calligraphy."

Before Cassie could react, Dylan put the pen in her hand, held her hand and wrote carefully. His slightly gnarled big palm felt very warm. At this scene, it was impossible for Cassie to write well. She cleared her throat and said, "I... I can write it myself. I'm not a child anymore."

His hot breath hovered over her head. Dylan chuckled, and the joy in his tone reached her ears.

"In my eyes, you are always a child."

After saying that, Dylan didn't stop what he was doing. The perfume on him smelled good. The fragrance of the pine mixed with the male hormone gave people a faint sense of calmness and superiority. Perhaps it was because Cassie couldn't stand the weird silence, she raised her head and saw her husband was looking at her. She looked up and met his eyes.

His eyes were as dark as the night sky. He blinked and his long eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly.

Dylan bent his body a little, and a warm touch suddenly covered Cassie's lips.

Cassie's heart was pounding. All of a sudden, Dylan kissed her on the lips.

After a long while, Dylan finally let go of her lips. Cassie's thin lips lit up. She lowered her head and blushed. Her heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of her throat.

Embarrassed, Cassie tried to find a topic to talk to him. She asked, "Eh... What brand of perfume do you use? I have never smelled it before."

'Was she interested in my perfume?'

With a smile at the corners of his mouth, Dylan explained patiently, "Grasse perfume, customized by myself. It was made of musk and dragon saliva. The front ingredients were orange, sage and lemon. The middle flavor is the Atlantic snow floss, cinnabar and green tea."

"... Oh."

She shouldn't have asked. As expected, the life of capitalist was full of money everywhere. Every perfume he wore was customized for him.

A page was finished soon. Leaning against the desk, Dylan looked at Cassie on the chair and looked at her up and down with interest. "Why are you suddenly interested in perfume?"▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪