Turning on the TV, he leaned his sore back up, as if this could make himself more comfortable, and breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around the channels on the TV in boredom until he opened yesterday's stock chart.
His eyes became much sharper, and there seemed to be an attractive aura about him that made it difficult for others to get close to him.
"Sure enough, it has increased by so much, not bad at all," he said to himself. The stock market trend on TV did indeed open at three points, and when it stopped, it did increase by 16 points.
So now, it's a new round. He seems to have a natural liking and keenness for such things. His eyes looked from top to bottom, and he was really dazzled. However, he only looked at a little bit.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and caught a line of text in the middle row.
That one has always grown the fastest, and this one will fall, and it will be miserable. There is an almost tepid coldness in his eyes. The corners of his lips naturally raised, but what raised his thin lips was a smile.
A clear mockery.
A familiar sound of footsteps sounded. He put down the remote control in his hand and suddenly smiled, but it was a very warm and sincere smile.
His Lan came back, stood up, and walked quickly to the door. He opened the door. Sure enough, standing at the door was Xiang Qinggang, and her hand was still in her pocket, obviously holding the key.
Seeing Qing, she suddenly smiled. They seemed to have a tacit understanding. She turned around and looked at the weather outside. It was really a good weather to go out.
Qing pulled her in, and there was still that fresh fragrance in the room, which was mint.
Xiang Qinglan first gave the buns in his arms to Qing. When Qing saw it, his eyebrows relaxed and he took out one. Strangely enough, Xiang Qinglan would give him something to eat every day, but he always gave him something to eat.
He likes to eat the steamed buns from this restaurant, and he likes to eat them very much. He sat on the sofa and ate slowly. Although it was not a delicacy from the sea, he was very satisfied with it.
He ate another one and left a few for Xiang Qinglan.
In the bathroom, Xiang Qinglan took care of herself, but when she saw the clothes hanging on the balcony, she laughed. Qing also learned how to wash clothes.
She opened the door and walked out. They still had important things to do today. The moment the door closed, the clothes hanging on the balcony swayed slightly with the gust of wind.
Qing has been holding Xiang Qinggang's hand, not because of fear, but because of his habit. The two of them have not walked on the street like this for a long time. Qing's appearance has always been very outstanding, and it will make people move wherever he goes.
Don't open your eyes, especially his green eyes that are different from those of Orientals, their green eyes are very mysterious.
But Qing just focused all her attention on the woman around her. Others were like air to her.
Xiang Qinglan kept looking at the stores on the street, looking at the clothes inside that were suitable for him. She had never wronged Qing. Until she saw a store, she took Qing in. The waiter inside was very
Enthusiasm, especially when seeing Qingshi, who is extremely handsome but has a calm face, he can't help but be attentive.
"Sir, we have the latest styles from France, which are very suitable for you. Do you want to try them?" Several people came forward together and squeezed out Xiang Qinglan, who was standing next to Qing.
Xiang Qinglan stared at Qing's face, and saw that his face was getting darker and darker, and there was a vague hint of the coming of a storm.
She turned around with a faint smile on her face. Her kindness was really welcome.
Qing's brows were getting tighter and tighter. The scented water on those women made him very unbearable. Moreover, they actually separated him and Lan. He hated them, absolutely hated them.
"Stay away from me," a cold voice came, so cold that even the air seemed to freeze. Hearing such a heartless voice, the movements of the woman next to him slowed down, and the expression on Qing's face was...
At that time, he had a terrifying ice look on his face. When this man got angry, he was really a little scared.
He was angry and shook his head at Qinglan. They were really capable of forcing Qing here. Qing was usually very talkative, but she didn't know that he was easy to talk to just because she was her.
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Pulling Qing's hand, she raised her head, and when Qing felt the familiar warmth in his hand, he relaxed. The people he hated so much were just buying clothes, and he was not showing off his face.
Why do you think he is pork? These disgusting women. And the disgusting smell on them.
Totally annoying.
When those people just now saw this situation, they couldn't help but move away from Qing Dynasty. This man made it clear that he should not approach strangers. If it weren't for this woman, I don't know what he would have done. Although
, he is very handsome, but his personality is really intolerable.
Xiang Qinglan looked around until her eyes lit up and a light brown coat fell into her eyes. She let go of Qing's hand and walked closer, standing close and watching intently.
It's really good, feels very suitable for Qing Dynasty.
Qing stood behind her and followed her eyes. In fact, he didn't choose clothes, but as long as Xiang Qinglan liked it, he would like it.
"Is this good?" She asked herself, feeling the familiar warmth behind her. She knew that Qing was already standing behind her, and her hands were touching the sleeves of the clothes. The fabric was very good and soft.
And it's very warm.
Turning her head, she looked at Qing behind her, pointed at the dress, and nodded her head. As long as she liked it, he liked everything she liked.
Xiang Qinglan smiled slightly, took out the dress from above, handed it to Qing, and motioned for him to try it on.
After taking stock of her head, she walked into the fitting room. Xiang Qinglan was the only one standing outside. All the eyes of the people around her were looking at her, with questions, envy, and speculation. They were all guessing about her relationship with Qing.
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She stared at the door of the fitting room marked on the door. What was her relationship with Qing? It could be a relationship, a lover, or a family member. In fact, it could be simpler. No matter what the relationship was, they had stopped opening it.
Got each other.
The door of the fitting room opened, and Qing walked out of it. His golden-proportioned figure was indeed a good clothes hanger. No matter what kind of clothes he wore, they looked very good on him. Plus, he had that
This unique and extraordinary temperament allows the three characteristics of the clothes to be fully expressed, as if they were tailor-made for him.