But this guy looks really good in a tuxedo. In the past, I was used to seeing him wearing light-colored shirts and T-shirts, so I thought he was suitable for wearing those youthful and youthful ones. Now that I see him dressed in such a grand and formal way, I didn’t expect it to be quite the same.
nice.
Sure enough, a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. Look at yourself, doesn’t it look like you’ve changed into a different person?
"What do you want from me?" She raised her neck and took a big gulp of water, completely forgetting the instruction that Han's mother had just taught her to sip the water in small sips.
Han Shaoqi smiled, pretending not to notice her slightly rude action, and just said: "It's okay, I just came over to see how your dress goes."
Xiaotong finished drinking the water and looked him up and down, "What are you wearing on the day of the ceremony?"
Han Shaoqi nodded, stood up and made a polite gentleman gesture towards her: "How is it?"
Xiaotong nodded, "It looks like a human being."
Han Shaoqi almost choked to death on his own saliva. Human-model-dog-like?
He grinded his teeth, "Ning Xiaotong! Has anyone ever told you that your Chinese language skills are really not that good?"
Xiaotong laughed, "It's okay, it's okay!"
Han Shaoqi could only shake his head helplessly and said jokingly: "On the day of the celebration, please don't use idioms randomly. Don't scare people away and ruin my place!"
Xiaotong smiled slightly and looked at him thoughtfully, "Han Shaoqi, you rich people, aren't you tired from living like this?"
Wear a mask when talking and doing things. You can't do whatever you want. You have to think twice before doing anything. Being bound by rules and regulations, no matter how rich you are, what's the point?
Han Shaoqi disagreed, "I think it's pretty good. What's the point of being tired?"
Look, this is the distance. No wonder she can't integrate into this family, because they are basically people in two worlds. Sure enough, divorce is the wisest choice.
While the two were talking, Xiaotong's cell phone rang.
When she looked at the screen, her movements froze and her face changed color slightly.
Han Shaoqi asked casually: "Who is it?"
But she was very concerned about whose phone call would make her face change instantly? Like surprise, like surprise?
"It's from a friend." Xiaotong answered quickly, "I'm going out to take a call."
"Forget it, it's inconvenient for you." She was still wearing a floor-length dress, "I'd better go out."
"Uh, thank you." She apologized slightly, but deliberately turned the phone screen down to prevent him from seeing the three words Huangfu Lin on the caller ID.
Han Shaoqi glanced at her, stood up and walked out of the room, and thoughtfully helped her close the door.
"Hello?" Xiaotong's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.
He had been gone for such a long time, during which time he didn't call once. She wanted to call him several times, wanting to talk to him about Huangfuyao's surgery, but she didn't know what to say, so she called him several times.
I gave up every time. I didn’t expect him to call me.
"Xiaotong." His voice was as fragrant as old wine.
"Come have a meal with me!" he said casually, as if he was extending an invitation right in front of her.
Xiaotong was stunned, "Where are you?" At this time, shouldn't he be in the United States?
But he only said, "Azhong will pick you up."
In other words, he has returned to the country? Xiaotong's heartbeat accelerated a little, but he still said: "It's not very convenient for me right now."
He said good-naturedly: "When is it convenient for you?"
She bit her lip: "I'm not very convenient recently."