His Beloved Mate novel Chapter 69

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.

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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."