His Beloved Mate
Chapter 64 My Husband Is More Handsome

Ryan answered, "Dylan invited me to participate in the adaptation of "100 Days of Sweet Love". Cassie volunteered to discuss the script with the group, so Dylan asked me to teach her, so I prepared these books for her."

Standing aside, Cheryl picked up the paper box. She thought for a while and sighed, "It's a little heavy."

Ryan nodded, "Yes, it is. But these books are the introduction of scriptwriter, very simple and easy to understand. It will help you if you finish reading them. "

Cassie said gratefully, "Okay, I'll spare some time to read them. Thank you."

Ryan shook his head, "It's my pleasure. If you have any questions, you can call me at any time." As he spoke, he took out his business card and handed it to Cassie.

Cassie took it over and took a look at it. She nodded seriously and said, "Okay."

Mrs. Carla said, "It's late. Let's go home."

Ryan nodded with a smile, opened the door for Mrs. Carla and got in the car.

Night fell

When Dylan returned to the bedroom, he saw Cassie sitting on the bed and reading carefully in the light of the table lamp. It was the first time that Dylan had seen her like this.

The computer was placed in front of her. She was reading a book while carefully taking notes. "It's rare that you don't play games."

A familiar voice sounded in her ears. Cassie raised her head, looked at Dylan and said with a smile, "Yes, it's a combination of work and rest. Now that you give me the chance to be a rich woman, I have to seize it. After all, I may become rich following Mr. Dylan! "

When Dylan's eyes fell on her handwriting, he frowned and said, "Bad handwriting. It's time for you to practice."

Cassie puffed up her cheeks and looked at him discontentedly, "Look, you criticized me again!"

Dylan felt ridiculous and rub her head, "I hope you can practice your handwriting better. It's said that handwriting is the first impression."

Cassie made a face and said, "I'm pretty. Isn't that enough?"

"Nonsense, narcissism."

Although there were only two words, his tone was full of joy.

All of a sudden, Cassie's eyes were attracted by the capitalist's lips. She smiled and asked, "Capitalist, haven't you drunk water for a long time?" Your lips were so dry that they almost turned white.

Only then did Dylan subconsciously touch his lips. He looked away and cleared his throat. "Well, read your book."

Cassie stood up, walked to the dresser, took out the moisturizer and said to Dylan, "Come here."

Before she could do anything, Dylan grabbed the lipstick from her hand. Stunned, Cassie frowned at him and asked, "What are you doing?"

The corners of Dylan's mouth curved into a beautiful smile. He carefully applied a layer of lipstick on Cassie's lips. Cassie was totally confused about what he was doing. The next second, Dylan kissed her on the lips.

Cassie's eyes were wide open, Dylan sucked her lips. She felt like she was struck by lightning. Her mind went blank, but her heart beat faster and faster, and her face flushed. Looking at her mischievous face, Dylan said, "I'm done."

Being angry and shy, Cassie blushed, lowered her head and spoke incoherently, "You... How can you behave like a hoodlum?

"A hoodlum?" Dylan asked with an evil smile.

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Cassie tried to dodge, but Dylan had already held her waist. She pursed her lips, but her heart seemed to be scratched by a feather. "You... What do you want to do?" Dylan lifted Cassie up, looked at her in his arms and chuckled, "Then, let me show you what a hoodlum I am."

Night fell

At the gate of the West Mountain Linyu, the security guard checked the invitation letter and let them pass. The car stopped at the square in front of the West Mountain Linyu. The bright street lights lit up, making the whole West Mountain Linyu sound as if it was daytime.

In the corridor of the second floor, Cassie walked out with Dylan. He looked around the layout of the hall and looked at him nervously. "What do you think of it? These are all arranged by me. Is that okay?" She and Cheryl had been preparing for it for a long time. She didn't know whether Dylan was satisfied or not since he had always been picky.

Platycodon grandiflorum and babysbreath are placed on the long western table covered with white cloth. The lights in the hall were dim, but more romantic and mysterious. Servants brought wine to the guests. Dylan turned around and saw the nervous look on Cassie's face. Considering it was her first time to prepare for a banquet, Dylan said politely, "Not bad."

Hearing what the capitalist said, Cassie finally breathed a sigh of relief. In the capitalist's eyes, "not bad" meant that he recognized it.

She accompanied Dylan down the stairs.

Someone shouted, "Mr. Dylan and Mrs. Cassie are here."

Everyone looked at Cassie. She was a little nervous and stammered, "Cap... Capitalist, I'm so nervous. "

Holding her shoulder, Dylan sneered, "You're such a loser."

She pursed her lips, refraining from the impulsion of strangling the capitalist, and greeted everyone with a smile.

Outside the door, a lively male voice came, "Sorry, I'm late."

Cassie looked outside and saw a man in a Versace striped suit coming in. His short hair was dyed brown and he looked fair. The diamond earrings on his right ear reflected a dazzling light in the light. Beside him was a beautiful girl. Cassie's eyes were attracted by Thomas. She smiled obsequiously and said, "Is this Thomas? He is so handsome!"

Dylan looked at her in silence for a while and reminded her, "Mrs. Cassie."

Regaining her composure, Cassie cleared her throat and fawned on Dylan with a smile. "My husband is more handsome."

Well, man.

Only then did Dylan feel satisfied. Thomas walked towards him rudely. He held Dylan and said, "I'm back."

Dylan nodded, "If you don't come back, I'm afraid Mr. Ye will send someone to take you back."

Thomas curled his lips, "My granddad won't do that!"

It was not until then that he remembered to introduce, "Well, this is my girlfriend, Shirley."

Shirley Song reached out her hand and smiled politely, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Dylan. I've heard a lot about you."

With an icy face, Dylan politely reached out his hand and greeted, "Nice to meet you."

Thomas stared at Cassie for a long time. He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Don't you want to introduce her to me?" Dylan smiled, "Cassie, My wife."

Shirley Song reached out her hand, "Hello, Mrs. Cassie. I'm Shirley"

Cassie said politely, "Hello, Miss Shirley. Don't call me Mrs. Cassie. Just call me Cassie. It seems that we are at the similar age anyway."

Nodding with a smile, Shirley Song let go of Thomas's hand and said, "Thomas, don't you have something to talk with Mr. Dylan? Go ahead. Let me have a talk with Cassie." Thomas nodded. Looking at Cassie, Dylan said, "Don't run around."