655 Something We (1/2)

Ying tried to walk over but was stopped yet again by these stone-cold bodyguards which happened to be her own colleagues from the very same organization. What the bloody hell! How could they stop her from entering her own best friend's wedding?!!!

”We are extremely sorry for the inconvenience, Ms. Yan but the boss ordered to not let you enter until he says so.”

Ying was super pissed to hear this answer. She really wanted to know what Zizi was even thinking! She was already late because of a certain someone and now, she wasn't allowed to enter the venue! As she glared pointedly at Han Bohai, he pouted in such an innocent manner as if the earlier devil had nothing to do with him.

She snorted in disbelief. Han Bohai held her wrist and pulled her back before she could beat those people who stood before her like a fortress. Taking her hand in his own, he patiently, calmly, and also gently caressed the back of her hand saying, ”Let's calm down first.”

”This is all your fault!” she spat out in anger. ”You're the reason we are late.”

Han Bohai pursed his lips to hold back his pleased smile as he looked back a couple of hours...

*Ding Dong!*

Ying was staring at the dress that Han Bohai gave her yesterday when the doorbell rang. With slumped shoulders, she went to open the door, and seeing Han Bohai, she raised her brows, ”It's not the time yet.”

Han Bohai looked at her up and down before shaking his head in disapproval saying, ”I know. But I also had a feeling you'd look like this. That's why I'm here to help you.”

Ying crossed her arms over her chest. ”And what can you do to help me?”

”May I?” Even before Ying could nod, he entered her apartment with a suitcase?

”Are you moving here?” she asked in confusion.

”Will you let me?” he asked.

”Definitely not,” answered Ying.

”Thought so,” said Han Bohai before he turned to put a chair before the mirror and opened the suitcase which turned out to be a makeup box with different tiers. Seeing this Ying was baffled.

”What do you think you're doing?”

”Helping you,” was his answer before he took her wrist, pulled her, and made her sit down on the chair. As she tried to get up, he pressed on her shoulders to push her back. ”Be a good girl and stay there.”

”Do you even know what you're doing?”

Han Bohai helplessly caressed her head as he answered, ”I had spent four years with a female celebrity as her assistant.”