Xiaodie cried for a long time, and her voice had a heavy nasal sound.
Wen Shijue suddenly became angry and threw the notebook in front of him to the ground. As if he still didn't understand his hatred, he rushed up and stomped on the computer several times, yelling: "Don't beg me! There's no point begging me! I told you last night.
, Don’t ask for help! Don’t ask for help! If you have the ability, you can become stronger! Asking for help also requires capital! Do you know? Do you know?”
Wen Shijue himself didn’t know why he suddenly became so angry!
Did she hear this woman's voice becoming hoarse from crying? Or did she hear her begging herself over and over again? Why did she think she was the one who hurt her and her friends?
Xiaodie was so frightened that she shrank into a corner. This was the first time that Xiaodie had seen Wen Shijue so manic.
In the past, Wen Shijue, even though he was angry, would never lose control like this!
After Wen Shijue vented his anger, he put his hands on the table and tried to calm down his emotions. The room became silent.
"Well... the waist of the skirt seems a bit big..." Xiaodie broke the suffocating silence first. Is this considered a plea for peace?
"..." Wen Shijue said nothing. Under the black shirt, his strong body seemed to contain the power of gushing blood.
"I, I won't ask for help anymore!" Xiaodie's voice was timid.
"I asked Ma Zhao to find someone to help you alter your skirt!" After Wen Shijue finished speaking, he turned and left.
Xiaodie looked at the dilapidated notebook on the ground, feeling extremely depressed. How would she look at Fei'er's situation in the future?
After lunch, the servants in the yard were all busy. The grape trellis was hung with colored lights, comfortable lounge chairs were placed beside the swimming pool, and landscape trees were placed in the hall. Everyone was preparing for a grand and luxurious home.
feast.
Xiaodie was on the balcony on the third floor looking at the busy crowd below. There was a burgundy Ferrari sports car in the middle of the yard, decorated with flowers and ribbons. I don’t know what it was for!
Xiaodie pouted, a game for rich people!
There is no computer anymore, so I can only watch these boring people and things here.
"Miss Xiaodie, it's getting late, let me help you change your clothes!" a servant said from behind.
"No! I can change my clothes myself!" Xiaodie refused.
"Okay, I'll wait for you here. After changing your clothes, I'll do your makeup!" The servant smiled.
Xiaodie sticks out her tongue, what are you doing? You still need to put on makeup?
However, seeing that Wen Shijue was in a bad mood today, he might as well just go along with it to avoid asking for trouble.
After two or three hours of grinding, Wen Shijue was already waiting in the room when he finished packing. His suit today was still the same dark color as always, paired with a tie made of silver-gray shiny fabric. It looked very layered and elegant.
Spirit.
Of course, that tie clip is worth a lot of money!
As soon as Xiaodie came out of it, Wen Shijue straightened up, with stunning gleams in his eyes.
Xiaodie's long hair was pulled high, revealing her graceful neck, tight collarbones, and a touch of breasts. The whole person looked particularly beautiful and charming.
Wen Shijue chose a lavender evening dress for her. At first, she was a little worried that at such a young age, she might not be able to control such a color, but now it seems that she was overly worried!
Xiaodie took a cautious look at Wen Shijue and found that his face was calm. He seemed to have forgotten about smashing the computer in the morning, so he didn't mention it.