Merit System: Billionaire’s Reborn Cute Wife

She was going to take the Mystery Prize for the Science competition.    

There were a lot of formalities for the Mystery Prize, but if you bought a house in your previous life, you would know what the Mystic Prize was when you were halfway through the formalities.    

It's the transfer of the house.    

When the paperwork was completed and she was given a key, she felt like retorting.    

This was the least mysterious mystery prize in history.    

If he had known earlier, he would have let Fang Jin deal with it.    

The contestant gave the top three contestants an apartment.    

Of course, participants could choose other items of equal value. If they found it troublesome, they could just take the keys and leave.    

After spending an entire afternoon, if he was tired, he would go back to the hotel to take a bath and rest.    

When the car turned a corner, if you saw a tasty milk tea shop, ask Yue to stop the car.    

"You can't park here." Xiao Yue said with an expressionless face.    

Looking at the milk tea shop getting farther and farther away, disappointment was written all over her fair face.    

"…" Xiao Yue paused, "I'll take you back to the hotel first, then come back to buy."    

If only his eyes lit up, "Xiao Yue, you're the best!"    

A few minutes later, Xiaoyue parked her car in front of the hotel. "You can go up first."    

If he waved his little hand towards Xiao Yue, hummed a little tune and returned to the suite, changed his shoes, casually put his phone and bag on the shelf in front of the bathroom, then went to shower.    

Fifteen minutes later, if you turned off the shower and dried your hair, you would hear the door open outside.    

Milk tea is back!    

If happy, quicken the movement of your hands, dry your body, wrap up in a bathrobe, and walk out of the bathroom.    

"Did you remember to give me another Jane …" The voice stopped abruptly.    

A strange man in a suit was sitting leisurely on the sofa. His long legs were crossed on the coffee table and he was holding a half-burnt cigarette in his right hand. He was looking at her with half-closed eyes.    

If: '...' What the hell was this?    

She stared blankly at the man who seemed to have entered her own home.    

"The little beauty has finally come out. It's my turn." The man put his foot down and pressed the cigarette down on the coffee table. He tossed the cigarette butt onto the floor and stood up.    

If he looked at the black marks on the table and the cigarette butts on the floor, he would have the urge to beat him to death.    

Was this person crazy?    

"Who are you?" she asked coldly.    

The man took off his suit jacket and casually threw it on the sofa.    

"Didn't you ask me to come here?" The man squinted his eyes and smiled, revealing a disgusting and vulgar feeling.    

He took two steps forward and sighed. "Your real person looks even better than the pictures."    

If he had just finished a bath and his hair was slightly wet, pushing it to the back of his head, his palm-sized face would be completely exposed. His forehead would be smooth and plump, and his large watery eyes would be clear to the end.    

Looking down, the man's heart felt as if it had been brushed by something, and it was unbearably itchy.    

It was too beautiful!    

There was no obvious beauty in it, but there was a sense of pleasure in it that only grew more and more pleasing the more one looked at it. It was elegant and unique, and it emitted a temperament that belonged solely to her.    

"Thank you for your praise, but I think you must have gone through the wrong door. Can I invite you out?" If he was expressionless.    

The man's eyes were uncomfortable.    

It would make one have the urge to give him a beating for no reason.    

If she reached for the cell phone on the shelf outside the bathroom door, she would need to give some advice to the hotel's security staff.