Chapter 2092: Chapter 2095: The More Ostentatious, the More Hypocritical 22
"See if you’ve secretly hidden a man in your room." Sheng Sheng was pushed out of the changing room, and he moved over to the bathroom.
Her bathroom was quite unique. As soon as the door opened, the room was filled with the scent of rose essential oil, with magenta as the main color theme. As soon as you entered the bathroom, music automatically played. Sheng Sheng noticed a small bubble maker, producing dreamy bubbles when the music started. Magenta gauze hung down from the top, perfectly encircling the round bathtub that could fit about three people. Sheng Sheng couldn’t help but laugh, suddenly feeling the urge to strip the person beside him and put them in the bathtub to enjoy a romantic bath together.
"How would my bathroom hide a man?" Maimai wouldn’t allow him to look; she wanted to keep her private space to herself.
Running in front of him, she stretched out her hand to block him: "No entry allowed, I have a cleanliness obsession, nobody else is allowed to use my bathroom."
"You have a cleanliness obsession?" Sheng Sheng glanced at her, thinking that of all the people with cleanliness obsessions in the world, those words certainly didn’t apply to her.
"It’s nicely decorated, quite tasteful, I’ll come for a bath someday when I have the chance." Sheng Sheng commented as he walked out, Maimai snapped the bathroom door shut, asking: "Are you really going to ask me for a loan with high interest?"
"I have no money to repay, how about paying with my flesh?" Sheng Sheng sat back on the bed, slightly tilting his head to look at the girl in front of him.
"How many US Dollars per pound of flesh?" Maimai placed her hands behind her back, sizing him up and down: "Even if you chop yourself up into little pieces and sell, there wouldn’t be much meat; not worth much, not worth much."
"Then I won’t ask you for a loan!"
"No loan, suit yourself!" Maimai walked to the little bar in the bedroom, sat on the rocking chair, turned on the small lamp and looked at the script on the bar, flipped two pages feeling bored, then found a magazine on the table to pass the time flipping through it page by page.
"Maimai," Sheng Sheng’s pleasing voice came over.
She lifted her eyes, looking over.
"Did you really call me for no reason? If so, I’m really leaving now."
"Where are you going?" Maimai’s eyes lit up.
"Home," Sheng Sheng said, adding: "Vancouver."
Of course not, she had already promised Qingqing, if he took a flight back to Vancouver tonight, Qingqing would skin her alive. Qingqing had said she needed to keep him here for at least a week, so she could recover from the injury on her arm.
Maimai rested her chin on her hand, pondering for a while, "Of course there is something."
"Speak then."
What to say, still thinking about it, Maimai racking her brains, counting on her fingers, "Tomorrow I have to go for a shoot for costume fitting, do you want to come watch? Maybe bring me lunch?"
"That’s it?" Sheng Sheng clearly didn’t believe her.
"You’re unwilling?" Maimai’s eyes were full of accusation, she touched her face and said: "Look, I’ve got baby fat now, that’s the figure I sacrificed for the company to earn money, shouldn’t you, as the big boss, reward and comfort me, soothe my wounded little heart that sacrifices for the company and art?"
"It’s not that I’m unwilling," Sheng Sheng sat down beside her, hesitated for a moment before hugging her, breathed out lightly, and said: "In case I lose control again and want to kiss you and hold you, you’ll curse me in your heart and wish I’d be struck by lightning. I really cherish my life."
"Coward!" Maimai stared straight ahead, but his eyes were full of teasing: "At least you’re the behind-the-scenes big boss, can’t you work more seriously, come inspect the employees’ work? I’m earning money for Precious Heart here, okay? Big capitalist?"
