Upon hearing these words, Zhuang Yibo's eyes narrowed slightly, but his expression did not fluctuate much.
In fact, she had already thought of it.
At such a time point, he gave her such a skirt, and the day after tomorrow was Zhuang Zhonghong's birthday. She had guessed his intention almost as soon as she saw the skirt.
Although she had already thought of a way to deal with it early on, she really didn't expect that she would anger him because of an empty skirt on this day in advance.
Yes, although he was smiling, Zhuang Yibo could clearly feel that he was angry.
After all, the atmosphere between them seems to be pretty good these days. Even the aunt will say that Mr. Shen smiles more and that she talks more now than before.
Everything seems to be developing in a good direction.
But now, this skirt has exposed this superficial illusion——
She has not improved much, nor has she accepted her current living situation, nor is she sincere.
That's why she loses weight day by day. Even if three meals a day are delivered to her on time, she can still lose weight to the current skinny state.
He probably felt that he had been deceived and fooled. Her little tricks were so clumsy that he had already seen through them early on, but he failed to see through her true state hidden under those little tricks.
It's still the same as before.
She is still herself, and those "works" are just dispensable temptations. After the temptation, he found that he could not achieve the effect he wanted, and the annoyance, embarrassment and guilt he thought were real were nothing more than a test.
She wears a mask. Under the mask, she is still the Zhuang Yibo who will never be disappointed or angry. She still lives like a zombie, neither sad nor happy, and has no desires or desires.
Such a woman will naturally not have a healthy body that men like.
The two people just looked at each other in the mirror. After a long time, Zhuang Yibo finally moved and said: "This one is not suitable, I will just change it."
"Change one?" Shen Wangjin laughed softly and continued to look at her and said, "What are you doing with another one? Are you going to attend your father's birthday party? Are you really willing to go? Do you want to go with me? Or choose?
After finishing the dress and styling, will something else suddenly happen that will prevent you from being able to attend?"
Zhuang Yibo's eyes froze again, but he didn't speak for a moment.
Shen Wangjin guessed correctly.
She indeed had no intention of attending Zhuang Zhonghong's birthday party with him. Even though she was betrayed to him by her biological parents, she still had no way of appearing in public with him.
She couldn't be so calm and fearless.
She originally planned to get sick that day. She is someone who gets sick easily, especially after coming to this villa, she would have a fever and be weak for no reason.
Judging from the way they are getting along now, he probably won't embarrass her too much and will let her rest at home with peace of mind.
But now... Bancai's bubble has been burst, everything seems to be back to where it started, and she even angered him.
It is true that she is not very afraid of his anger. In fact, the angrier he is, the better it is for her.
But the only thing she fears is that it will implicate others.
And Shen Wangjin knew this weakness of hers.
After a moment of silence, Zhuang Yibo finally spoke again and said in a low voice: "No..."
"No?" Shen Wangjin said, "No what? Are you still able to find a skirt that fits you, or are you willing to go to your father's birthday party? Or are you willing to appear in front of everyone with me?"
She moved her lips slightly, looked at the person in the mirror, and finally said, "I really don't want to go, but I will still go."
Hearing this, Shen Wangjin suddenly sneered, then stretched out his hand, pinched her neck, and said hoarsely: "That's really wronging you."
He could control her neck with almost one hand, so he couldn't help but use more force, and he tightened his hands almost unconsciously, just trying to completely block her slender neck - she was so thin, how could she
It's quite appropriate to control it with one hand, isn't it?
Zhuang Yibo clearly felt the strength of his hands, and his breathing changed from smooth to tight, then rapid, and finally he could hardly breathe——
She could see herself in the mirror. Her face turned from pale to red, and her eyes began to become bloodshot. Eventually, her vision gradually became blurred——