When they got downstairs, Yi Huaiyang went to put the bicycle away, but she came up without waiting for him.
"Mom, I'm back." Jian Jian weakly opened the door and turned around several times but couldn't find Zhou Zhuxiao, so she had to give up, thinking she hadn't come back yet.
"Yu'er, are you back home?"
A rare voice came to Jian Jian's ears, "I'm back. Mom, why aren't you at home? I'm so hungry." She hadn't eaten anything all day, and her stomach felt empty. As soon as she opened the lid of the pot, there was nothing.
There's not even bread for breakfast.
"You and Huaiyang come out. Your aunts and I are waiting for you at the Longteng Hotel. We will eat out tonight."
"Mom, I feel a little uncomfortable and don't want to go out." Jian Jian said dullly. She would rather cook some porridge by herself. She couldn't eat it when she saw so many delicious foods when she went out. Not to mention that she had to face Yi Huaiyang's arrears.
Punch in the face.
"What did you say? I couldn't hear you clearly. Come here quickly."
After saying that, there was no sound. He simply looked at the dimmed screen and sat lazily on the sofa.
"Quick!"
Simply open it and you will see Yi Huaiyang's handsome face, tall nose bridge, beautiful eyes, and thin lips. His originally random hair has been taken care of, and you can also dream of a faint smell of hair wax. Simple instinct wants to close the door
, but was detained by him. He was a head taller than Jian Jian, and he was a giant in front of him. "Is something wrong?"
"Let's go." Jian Jian was stunned for a second before he realized what he meant. He planned to close the door and leave.
"That's what you're wearing?" It's not that he dislikes simplicity, it's because she's wearing a school uniform, and her hair has been done to someone who knows what, and it's a bit messy and unkempt. She's afraid she won't be able to get in when she reaches the hotel door.
Jian Jian followed his weird look and took a look at his school uniform, paired with white shoes. Then he saw his white shirt and casual pants, and he looked like a very decent gentleman. Although Jian Jian didn't like him, she still admitted that he was so easy-going.
Huaiyang had a charm that was unique to him. Only then did he realize that something was wrong with him. She just leaned on the sofa to replenish her energy and forgot that she had just come back.
"Wait for me for a while." He pushed the door, but he didn't let it go. He pushed it with his body and squeezed in. "My door is locked. It's troublesome to go back to the meeting. I'll come to your house for a while. If it wasn't for waiting for you, I would
Don’t come in.”
She simply pointed at his back and made a few fierce gestures. She was afraid that he would stain her home and it would be better not to come in. How long would it take to open the door?
When I returned to the room, I saw a gift box lying quietly on the pink sheets, which was particularly conspicuous. It was an exquisite beige cheongsam, very beautiful. It seemed that her mother had planned it in advance, rather than making a temporary decision. I don't know.
What kind of event is it? It needs to be so formal. After putting it on, Jian Jian's whole demeanor changed. Although she was very thin, she still had some charm. Her mother was indeed a cheongsam designer, with sharp eyes. She took the pair placed at the door.
The sandals her father sent back, she looked at them in the mirror a few times before going out.
Sitting on the sofa, Yi Huaiyang pressed the remote control impatiently. He really didn't know what to do. He looked at the clock on the TV and found that no one had come out for almost half an hour. The simple door was closed.
I almost saw a hole in him. I really don’t understand that even though they are just changing clothes, men and women are different.