He stayed in the bathroom alone for a whole day and a half, Yan Zhi lay on his back with her as before.
Sijin suddenly felt a sore nose, and lay down peacefully, not daring to make a fuss, and turned off the light obediently, hugged him from behind, pressed against him, and closed her eyes to sleep.
In the quiet night, there was only her little aggrieved murmur.
"I'm sorry, Zhi. Actually, I was just playing a prank. Some of the love letters you wrote to me were actually obtained from the Internet. I was so angry that I just wanted to vent my anger. Can I make you new clothes tomorrow?
Don't be angry with me." After Sijin said, Yanzhen turned around and hugged her tightly, cursing:
"Idiot, how could I really be angry with you? Go to sleep."
"Well, good night, Zhi." Sijin rubbed her body against his chest and assumed a comfortable sleeping position.
Yan Zhi gave her a light kiss on her hair and said, "Good night."
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The first ray of sunlight in the morning shines in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, passing through the curtains and hitting the bed in small pieces. Yan Zhen subconsciously hugs Si Jin, only to find that only one is sleeping peacefully in his arms.
The little red dragon.
Hey! Yan Zhi was mentally prepared, so he didn't panic the first time and only gently touched her little body that was constantly shedding hair.
"Sleep well, no one will disturb you, my little baby."
Yan Zhi supported his head with one hand and gently stroked the sleeping Si Jin with the other. He just looked at her sleeping posture quietly. After half an hour, he walked into the bathroom to take a shower and start his day.
Walking into the dressing room, his eyes fell on the seven suits, and he took out the yellow suit and said to himself: "Today is Wednesday, baby Sijin, wait until I put on all seven suits.
You just woke up?"
Not to mention, when Yan Zhen put on that yellow suit, a color that heralded warmth, he really felt a warm feeling in his heart.
Raising his hands to look at the fine workmanship, he thought that every stitch and thread were made by Xi Jin's hands, so it doesn't matter how fancy the colors are.
What's more, he looks so evil, no matter what color he wears, it will only have the icing on the cake and not make people feel surprised.
So much so that when there was a morning meeting, he would sit there casually, claiming that it was a beautiful scenery.
Several young executives looked at the president's clothes and sighed slightly in their hearts: No matter how the president looked at him today, he always made people's eyes light up. Only now did they realize that suits can be worn very lively, not like them.
It's like a pool of stagnant water. God knows they would have vomited long ago wearing black suits. That's called aesthetic fatigue.
There was even an executive who loved beauty. The first thing after work, he went to the mall for shopping. He was looking for a yellow suit to look cool. However, he searched the entire mall and couldn't find it. Hey, I'm envious.
ah.
The next day, he uniquely wore green Xizhuan, and his whole body was as fresh as the tender green of early spring.
On the third day, he changed into a green suit again. When he went out for a meeting, a young young director opposite him always admired his clothes. Before leaving, he asked him: "Mr. Yan, can you tell me what's wrong with you?"
This cyan suit was made by which fashion designer? Ha, don’t get me wrong, I just think the handmade color is very creative and I want to own one too. You don’t know, I’m tired of wearing black every day.