After checking her knee, it was only a little scratched. Du Jiawen looked nervous just now, but now his face turned cold again: "Why are you still standing there!"
Xiang Xiaochuang flattened his mouth in grievance, and suddenly screamed. Du Jiawen, who was walking in front, immediately turned around and stepped in front of her in two steps: "What's wrong? Did you fall somewhere?"
Guiltily pointing to the hem of the dress, Xiang Xiaochuang buried her head and did not dare to look at him: "I'm sorry, this... the dress was torn. I wonder if it can be repaired." She looked at the zeros behind the price tag.
It must be clear that if she is asked to compensate according to the price, I wonder if he will make additional demands.
Even if she doesn't eat or drink, she has to work for more than half a year to pay off this dress. What's more, she still has a debt of 50 million!
"It's just a dress, is it worth making a fuss about? Anyway, you won't have much chance to wear it next time!" Du Jiawen was not angry about such a "little thing". He glanced at her lightly, turned around and said calmly.
took steps.
Xiang Xiaochuang grinned and snickered, but unexpectedly, he suddenly turned his head and stretched out his hand to her: "What's wrong, did you fall silly? I've never seen someone fall like this successfully!"
Xiang Xiaochuang giggled and said nothing, and obediently put her hand in his palm. Du Jiawen's closed palm led her all the way to the elevator. This time, his steps were not so big, and Xiang Xiaochuang's stiletto heels
, and can barely keep up with such a rhythm.
"It seems that you are in a good mood?" Du Jiawen opened the door with the key. Looking at her smile, he felt it was particularly annoying.
"I have just been worried that you would ask me to pay for the dress, and I was calculating how many jobs I would have to work and how long it would take me to pay for it. Now that Mr. President is so kind and has forgiven me of my obligation to pay compensation, I am naturally very happy."
For such a reason...
Du Jiawen was speechless.
When would he do such a meaningless thing? A dress separated his age from hers so much that even if it didn't break, he would never give her another chance to wear it.
He kicked off his high heels and didn't even have time to change into slippers. Xiang Xiaochuang jumped on the sofa: "I really suffered today. The heels are so high. My feet hurt so much."
Du Jiawen frowned, as if trying to measure the credibility of her words.
Xiang Xiaochuang immediately took off his stockings and raised his feet: "Really, look, the heels are a little red."
Du Jiawen held her foot, feeling slightly cool, but the tentacles were delicate and lubricated. He finally suppressed the excitement in his heart, and sure enough he saw that her heels were a little red and swollen.
"She was obviously told to get Italian calfskin, so how could it hurt her feet so much?"
Her feet were slender and white, like a flawless piece of handicraft, but the heels were red and swollen. It was really hard for her to wear them all night without complaining.
"No matter how good new shoes are, they will scratch my feet! What's more, I can't wear high heels. I usually only wear three-centimeter heels when I go to work. Look at that pair, they are eight or nine centimeters high!"