Yi Jian walked to the door. Next to him, there was a potted plant with pink flowers hanging all over the branches. Together with his blue and white suit, it gave people an illusion.
The man standing there was as delicate as a woman, more delicate than flowers, and his eyes were filled with a quiet expression.
Zhong Qing thought, what kind of man is he?
Why can't she figure it out until now?
She knew countless people and talked to countless people, but she had never seen a man like this...
He has the most outstanding appearance, a background that women cannot help but love, and an impeccable way of doing things.
All in all, even Zhong Qing felt that as a picky person, he could not find any shortcomings in this man.
If we were to find a shortcoming, it would be that he talks too little. However, a person who talks little can give people a sense of stability and restraint.
It seems that this disadvantage can also be turned into an advantage.
If I could find a drawback, it would be that it is too cold all day long, which makes people prohibitive...
But, unfortunately, such coldness matched him so well, giving people a sense of erratic confusion.
Zhong Qing went around and around like this, thinking about it in his little head for a long time, but in the end he only came to one conclusion - that is, the man in front of him is dangerous!
Yi Jian looked at Zhong Qing quietly, as if he had no intention of speaking.
Zhong Qing forced herself out of the psychedelic whirlpool she was trapped in, then blinked and smiled slightly, "Young Marshal, isn't it nice to be here? Why go out? Zhong Qing hasn't drunk yet.
Where’s the coffee…”
Yi Jian continued to stare at her, her eyes calm, and she finally said: "Buying clothes!"
As soon as Zhong Qing heard the word "clothes", instead of moving forward, she turned back and took two steps back.
She shook her head, she didn't want to go, it was too embarrassing!
"Young Marshal... Zhongqing is very tired. Can Zhongqing not go? Zhongqing will stay here waiting for you..."
Yi Jian stood there still without moving. Instead, he walked toward her with steps. Zhongqing backed away repeatedly. However, in the end, he grabbed her wrist. Regardless of how mournful her expression was, he tried to save himself.