Pei Xiao put on her slippers, climbed on the tree trunk with one hand, and reached for the skirt floating in the air with the other hand. The injury to her right foot prevented her from using any force, so she hobbled like an old woman.
It seemed that this funny action pleased Xi Xiangdong. The corners of his mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc, and his eyes were as bright as lightning as he glanced at the bandage tied on her right foot.
Finally, after N failures, Pei Xiao took off the skirt. Her body and skirt were covered with mud, but she hugged the skirt tightly and raised a proud smile at him: "Now, it is mine.
Already."
He silently lit a cigarette and sneered: "Are you worthy?"
Facing his ridicule, she just smiled indifferently: "From the first moment I saw this skirt, I thought it must be clothes from the kingdom of heaven. I believe that the woman who wears it will definitely be happy. There are
What kind of woman can be worthy of pure white without a single flaw and the splendor of diamonds?"
In fact, when Meng Jiao saw this skirt for the first time in her store, she noticed that what was reflected on the ice silk belt was not a pattern, but a line of words. When she was washing the skirt just now, she confirmed the words on it again:
Meng Jiao said that this was embroidered by Xi Xiangdong lightly. The stitches were fine and precise, every stitch and thread, all telling the man's deep thoughts.
With Xi Xiangdong's character, he should rarely make promises to women. So when he held her hand and asked, "How do you know I don't love you?", she was really moved. She liked his maturity and restraint.
She acted domineeringly and even liked his unquestionable attitude. Even though his heart was uncertain, she still fell into it. But the owner of this dress was so lucky to be able to gain his love easily.
She didn't know any reason for him to throw away this dress that was embroidered with all his secrets and thoughts.
The skirt can be thrown away, but where is the love?
He glanced at her calmly and sneered: "It's just a skirt!"
Pei smiled, and only she knew the bitterness in that smile.
"Let's go upstairs." Xi Xiangdong threw a coat to her, intending for her to wear it outside, while he bent down in front of her.
Pei Xiao was still in a daze while holding his clothes. Xi Xiangdong squatted on the ground and looked back at her strangely: "Why don't you come up? Your feet don't hurt anymore?"
Pei Xiao shook her head hurriedly, holding her skirt with one hand and holding his shoulder with the other. She was in a state of confusion. She had just played a trick in front of him. With his temperament, she thought she would be angry and abandon her. She didn't expect him.
Still thinking about her foot injury.
Xi Xiangdong carried her on his back and entered the elevator. His expression was reflected on the metal wall of the elevator, and there was nothing unusual about it. Pei Xiao slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
But he asked uneasily: "Mr. Xi... aren't you angry?"
"Angry." He uttered one word suddenly.
"Then you still..."
"You want me to throw you down now?"
"No!" She shook her head and couldn't help but asked softly, "Mr. Xi, have you carried other women on your back like this?"
The elevator dinged and stopped at the fourteenth floor. Xi Xiangdong put Pei Xiao down and faced her sideways: "Is this important to you?"
There was a hint of impatience in his eyes. Pei Xiao remembered what he said last time: He doesn't like women who are aggressive. Then he shook his head and nodded unwillingly.
In fact, nothing matters anymore. When the owner of this skirt comes back, it's time for her to leave.