After that, Zhuang Yibo seemed to really come to life little by little.
Before this, when facing Shen Wangjin, the most common words she said were probably "um", "oh" and "ok", and she was as stiff as a piece of wood.
Now, she occasionally makes some seemingly excessive demands to him, or does things that seem to offend him. Although to onlookers, she seems to be a bit unreasonable and unruly, but Shen Wangjin particularly likes this kind of unruliness.
In particular, when she finds that the things she does tend to harm the people next to her, she will always quickly call it a day and even try to make amends - this contrasting attitude seems to Shen Wangjin to be extremely interesting.
He was keen on teasing her out of this state, and he never tired of watching her express real emotions of embarrassment, annoyance and guilt.
If this state can continue forever, it will actually be a good experience for Shen Wangjin.
Even the servants at home could see that there was a difference between the two of them. Seeing that Zhuang Yibo seemed to be more talkative than before, he couldn't help but secretly communicate with her, saying: "Mr. Shen is in a really good mood recently, and his face is so sweet."
She smiles more and even looks better than before."
After Zhuang Yibo heard this, his eyes froze slightly, and then returned to normal the next moment.
"But Miss Zhuang, you seem to have lost your appetite recently." Auntie said, "I always feel that you have lost weight again. I don't know if it is an illusion. You are already thin enough, but don't pursue excessive skinny beauty.
Ah, women who are too thin really don’t look good..."
Zhuang Yibo only smiled faintly after hearing this.
She eats and sleeps as usual every day, goes to bed early and gets up early every day, goes to Huo's house two days a week, and spends most of the other time in the villa. However, she still puts on makeup carefully and wraps herself in thick clothes. She is not thin.
Yes, actually it’s not very visible.
But no one thought that this balance would be broken by a skirt.
One day at the end of December, when she returned from Huo's house and returned to her room, she unexpectedly saw a silver box on the bed.
Zhuang Yibo was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward to open the box, only to find that inside was a dark green dinner dress, made of soft and layered light tulle, elegant and light, luxurious and dreamy.
She looked at the skirt, but before she could recover, the door behind her had been opened.
Shen Wangjin was standing at the door. Seeing that she had seen the skirt, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "A gift."
She originally wanted to ask about a gift, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't say anything. She just stood there slightly stunned.
Shen Wangjin walked up slowly, sat down on the newly installed sofa chair by the window, looked at her and said, "Why don't you try it?"
Zhuang Yibo paused for a moment, then finally took the skirt and walked into the cloakroom.
Behind the half-opened cloakroom door, she took off her clothes layer by layer and put on the skirt.
But when she raised her eyes to look at herself in the mirror, she was suddenly stunned again.
Before she could recover, Shen Wangjin had opened the door behind her and walked in.
There was a full-length mirror in front of her, and he came slowly from behind her. When his eyes fell on the skirt on her body, his eyes darkened little by little.
The gentle and dreamy fairy skirt was supposed to bring out her slender figure, but at this moment, the skirt was empty on her thin and thin body. Not only did it not fit, it was simply ridiculous.
——
Shen Wangjin was right behind her. After looking at her quietly for a moment, he suddenly walked forward slowly and stretched out his hand to straighten her shoulder straps.
Then, he looked at her in the mirror, his eyes were deep and unreadable, there was a faint smile on his lips, but his tone was slightly cold: "A tailor-made skirt can be so big, it seems that this brand can't make it."
It’s been a long time.”
After saying that, he reached out his hand, gently pinched her slender chin, and said calmly: "Do you think it's appropriate to wear this to your father's birthday dinner?"