President's Genius Son

His eyes were deep like the sea, and she just indulged in it by just a glance.

Hedy blushed uncontrollably.

"We agreed that I would bring Leo back, are you going back on your word?" Hedy jerked two steps to the side, keeping her distance from Victor.

"I'm not going back on my word. Didn't you bring your son back?" Victor looked at Hedy's eyes and asked.

Being looked at and asked like this, Hedy's brain almost went blank.

Victor's hand reached out in front of her. She was shocked reflexively and jerked backward, almost hitting her head on the wall. She had been prepared for the psychological pain, but it turned out that the feeling of hitting it was quite comfortable and elastic.

"I'm warning you, don't even think about it, or I'll call the police." Hedy threatened fiercely.

Yet Victor smiled, "Got pajamas for me?"

He just switched the topic so quickly. Hedy looked at him who was already walking towards the bathroom and went dumbfounded.

She walked over and heard the sound of splashing water already coming from inside. She hurriedly stopped in her tracks and cursed him a rogue in her heart.

No other man ever came to her small apartment, how did she get the men's pajamas?

Hedy stood in front of the closet and almost turned it over before she could barely find a nightgown of her own, a loose one. She thought he might be able to wear this dress.

But when that picture came into her mind, she can not help but want to laugh.

Although she kept telling herself that she's still angry with him, she just can't stop it once the corners of her mouth turned up.

After taking the nightgown and placing it on a small chair by the bathroom door, Hedy returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed looking at her son's sleeping face.

When the surroundings quieted down, Hedy realized that she was somehow joyful about Victor's deadly desire to sleep in her apartment.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been compromised so quickly.

Leo meant a lot to Victor, it's not just a moment of whim.

This made Hedy feel a little bit better towards him.

She's a mother, she cared more about her son's feelings than her own personal feelings.

If Victor dared to fail her son, then she would definitely tear him up and feed him to the pug with chili sauce!

Victor, who was taking a shower in the bathroom, suddenly felt a chill at the back of his head.

He slightly turned up the water temperature, while muttering in his heart that his baby son's living environment was a bit... harsh.

After the shower, Victor slightly raised his voice and shouted: "My pajamas?"

No one responded to him.

Victor was also worried about waking his son up, so he tentatively pulled open the door to see what was going on.

Hedy, who was sitting on the edge of the bed quietly watching her son sleep, suddenly heard the sound of the bathroom and was also getting up and heading to the living room instantly.

And she saw Victor naked.

His skin was a healthy wheat color, fine and polished, like good porcelain.

Her eyes moved further down...

And his size surprised her.

"Have you seen enough?" Victor whispered coldly.

Hedy shivered. She saw him naked and it was indeed her fault. She hurriedly closed her eyes, reached out, and pointed to the small chair next to the bathroom, "Your clothes... the pajamas for you are there." "Turn around," Victor ordered in a deep voice.

"Oh." Hedy was so ashamed that the roots of her ears were red. Hearing him say that, it was like she was free again and she rushed to the bedroom immediately.

In the living room, Victor, who had picked up the "pajamas", had a poker face.

This woman, indeed, was mean.

What was this she found for him?

But he looked around and didn't see anything else he could wear.

Although Victor was very confident about his own body, he can't just be an exposure maniac.

His eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He shook the nightgown and began to put it on himself.

He was tall. This knee-length nightgown for Hedy could only cover Victor's key parts.

It had no doubt that as long as he made a little bigger movement, the little bird would be ready to fly into the sky at any time.

It made him feel unsafe at all.

"Ahem."

Victor pushed open the bedroom door.

Sure enough.

He saw Hedy sitting on the bed and didn't know what she's thinking. Once she turned her head and saw him, her ears turned red instantly.

"Isn't this picked by you?" Victor teased Hedy.

She laughed so hard she couldn't breathe. But just as Victor said, it's picked by her. In order to avoid misunderstanding, Hedy could only say with a serious look: "Cool."

Victor was embarrassed, "Where're my panties?"

"Well, I really don't have that."

She then whispered: "Could you wear mine?"

"What do you think?" Victor's eyes were fixed on her, "Didn't you just see it? You know very well how big it is, don't you?"

"Rascal!" Hedy muttered.

But Victor hooked his lips and smiled, lowered his voice, and said: "You seemed to like it when you stole my seeds."

What happened that night five years ago was originally the deepest pain buried in Hedy's heart.

But ever since Victor made this clear, Hedy felt that she had become much stronger. Now when she heard this bullshit, she had no other thoughts than wanting to take a needle and thread and sew up his lips. "You could wear the former one." Hedy said after thinking seriously.

"No." Victor had a cleanliness fetish.

Hedy was so angry that she stared at him with her eyes, "So what do you want me to do? Even if I go out now to buy you a new one, it still can not be worn before washing."

"You can wash it for me and dry it with a hairdryer," Victor suggested.

Hedy, "???"

"You wish."

Victor hooked his lips and smiled, "Fine, then I'll just be like this. Anyway, we sleep together, so consider this a favor I'm giving you."

Hedy, "..."

This man, could he be more shameless?

Hedy glared at him in anger, "I can dry it for you, but you wash it."

If this went on, neither of them would be able to get a good night's sleep.

Hedy was just a working-class woman who had to go to work on time tomorrow, and she can't mess with someone like Victor who allocated his time freely. "That'll do."

Victor agreed reluctantly.

Hedy didn't know what to say when she watched Victor, who was wearing her pajamas and walking into the bathroom.

At this moment, she was tempted to take out her phone, take a few all-around photos of Victor and send them to the reporters.

However, considering the consequences, Hedy dismissed the idea.

While Victor was washing his panties in the bathroom, Hedy hurriedly cleaned up the room quickly. More importantly, she needed to collect her bras and underwear that she took off before. And there's a pair of socks thrown outside the dirty clothes basket.

After picking up all the pieces, Hedy took out the hairdryer.

Victor acted very naturally. He already poked out most of his head at the door, and said: "Hurry up."