From time to time, he would tilt his head and cast an affectionate look at the woman beside him, or from time to time, he would lick the wind-blown hair of the woman next to him.
There was such a gentle look on Yi Jian's face.
He Anyuan looked a little silly and fascinated.
Her eyes were a little sore, and she just stared at Yi Jian.
On the face, what was originally so exciting and affectionate slowly settled into an endless melancholy that could not be dissolved.
Could it be that he could give his tenderness to any woman, but he could not give it to her, He Anyuan?
What's wrong with her?
Who can tell her?
She changed everything, okay?
He Anyuan held the handkerchief tightly, and her voice was a little plaintive, like an accusation, filling Xiaoyun's ears.
"Is the picture ready?"
"Miss, we are taking pictures, but I feel that the woman's figure is very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere, but the young commander blocks her face from time to time, so I can't take a picture."
"Familiar?" This time, He Anyuan was finally willing to move her eyes from Yi Jian to the woman next to him.
Wearing a moon-white silk cheongsam and black high-heeled shoes, she walked elegantly.
Her waist was too thin to be held tightly, and every step she took was smooth and smooth. Any woman like He Anyuan would feel weak in her heart when she looked at her.
"It's a bit familiar..." He Anyuan said in a low voice, and couldn't help but start to have random thoughts in her heart. Could it be that this woman is from the Yi family? She has really seen this figure, and it's not that she is familiar, she is very familiar.
………
When He Anyuan thought of this, she was suddenly startled. As if she had guessed something, she looked carefully where she was going.
After a long while, she trembled and said to Xiaoyun beside her: "That person... doesn't look familiar to you? She... she looks like... that woman!"
Xiaoyun came back to her senses after what He Anyuan said, "Miss, I really didn't think of it until you told me. But when you said it, I looked over like this, and it really looks like...
It’s the young marshal’s wife…”
Just as the two of them were speculating like this, Zhong Qing suddenly turned her head, not knowing what she was talking about to the young marshal, but her face happened to meet He Anyuan's.
