Xu Ang seemed to have been guarding the door. When he heard his call, a voice came through the door: "Young Marshal...what's going on?"
"Give her the clothes."
"Wait a moment, Marshal."
After a while, Xu Ang pushed us and walked in with a box in his arms.
There is a cheongsam neatly placed inside.
Xu Ang didn't say anything, just put it on the table and withdrew.
Yi Jian lowered her head, looked at the clothes for a while, stretched out her hand, picked them up, and threw them on the bed.
When Xu Ang was talking, Zhong Qing had already taken off the quilt and wrapped herself tightly. Now when she saw the clothes thrown up, she stretched out a white arm, took the clothes, and quickly put them on.
Go up.
This is a cheongsam.
The light green base is embroidered with white lilies.
Those flowers are all embroidered with silver thread, stitch by stitch.
And the buttons on the skirt are all made of pearls.
It looks very beautiful.
Worth a fortune.
It doesn't look like ordinary goods either.
However, now was not the time for her to question the quality of her clothes, so she could only endure her physical fatigue and quickly put on her clothes.
When she got out of bed, put on white high heels, and stood there, Yi Jian lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at her.
It really fits.
At that time, when he came back from the army, he passed by a ready-made clothing store. He asked Xu Ang to stop the car, walked in and chose this dress.
At that time, the waiters there kept praising him for his good taste. Maybe they saw his beauty and made him cheaper.
At that time, he was thinking that this dress would definitely fit her.
Unexpectedly, this is indeed the case.
This is the first time he bought a gift for a girl.
The generals under his command would try their best to buy something for the woman they loved, and then said that the woman liked these things very much, so he bought it too.
He thought that if others could buy it, he would definitely be able to buy it for her.
However, others could give it away openly, but he chose to give it away in this way.
Tear off her clothes and give her another set of clothes.
Zhong Qing smiled reluctantly. In fact, she didn't want to speak at all. Just standing like this, she felt like she might faint at any time. She endured the pain and said in a trembling voice: "Young Marshal,