Zhuang Yibo didn't know where Shen Wangjin's ups and downs of mood came from, and he didn't want to delve into it.
After that night, she was still killing time in her own way, at her own pace.
She had studied in London for several years and had many good friends in the past. When Shen Wangjin was busy, he often couldn't take care of her, so he asked her to ask her to meet and chat with her former friends. She agreed, but she didn't make an appointment with any of them, and she continued to have one every day.
People hang out.
Shen Wangjin didn't seem to have any objections to this, and everything seemed to be back to normal.
However, one afternoon, after Zhuang Yibo walked into a clothing store, some things seemed to start to change.
It was a store with a relatively trendy style, a style that Zhuang Yibo would never give a second glance to in the past. But that afternoon she walked to the door of the store and for some reason stopped for a long time until the clerk inside invited her to enter the store.
As soon as she entered, she purchased several pieces of clothing. Although they were relatively the most low-key styles in the store, for her, they were completely different from her past style.
When she returned to the apartment after shopping, Shen Wangjin had already returned and was on the phone in the study. When Zhuang Yibo returned to the bedroom to sort out the things she bought this afternoon, Shen Wangjin pushed the door open and saw a few clothes she had hung up.
At that moment, Shen Wangjin seemed to pause, and then he frowned slightly and said, "What is this?"
"Clothes." Zhuang Yibo answered him and put the clothes in his hands on his body, "Does it look good?"
When Shen Wangjin heard this, he couldn't help but glance at her, as if to confirm the question she just asked him.
Zhuang Yibo noticed something, looked at him and said, "Don't you look good?"
"Yes, it doesn't look good." Shen Wangjin answered bluntly, "Why would you buy such clothes?"
"It's new. I want to try it." Zhuang Yibo said while packing up the things in his hands, "I think it looks pretty good."
"It's not suitable for you." Shen Wangjin said, "If you want to buy clothes, let someone send them over tomorrow for you to choose."
When Zhuang Yibo heard this, he looked at the clothes in his hands and couldn't help but paused slightly.
The next day, as expected, staff from major brands sent a large number of clothing and jewelry for her to choose from.
Zhuang Yibo was sitting on the sofa, and after seeing round after round of style introductions, he suddenly smiled uncontrollably.
To sum up, the clothes presented to her were all dignified and elegant styles, and they were all her previous styles, or they were styles that he would like...
"Ms. Zhuang, do you like this series?" Seeing her smile, the brand's staff immediately asked, "Do I need to keep these styles?"
Before Zhuang Yibo had time to answer, the doorbell of the apartment suddenly rang. The housekeeper went to check. After a while, he walked back to Zhuang Yibo with some hesitation and said, "Ms. Zhuang, there is a lady in the lobby who says she is your friend."
, came to see you..."
When Zhuang Yibo heard this, he couldn't help but be startled.
Her friends? What of her friends would know she lives here?
Zhuang Yibo stood up with some doubts and followed the housekeeper to the door. When he saw the person in the video doorbell, his whole body suddenly froze.
Because the person she saw turned out to be Qianxing!
For a moment, the expression on Zhuang Yibo's face froze slightly. Even though she knew Qianxing in the video couldn't see her, her eyes couldn't help but wander away, as if she wanted to escape.
"Yibo? Yibo?" Qianxing's voice also came from the video, "Can you hear me? I'm already here, do you still want to turn me away?"
After a long time, Zhuang Yibo finally breathed out slowly, turned around and gave instructions to the housekeeper, who immediately went downstairs to pick him up.
A few minutes later, Qianxing entered this luxurious apartment.
As soon as she entered the door, she quickly ran towards Zhuang Yibo who was sitting on the sofa, grabbed her shoulders, and carefully looked at the person in front of her.
Zhuang Yibo paused, then smiled slowly, looked at her and said, "Qianxing, why did you come over suddenly without saying a word?"
Qianxing looked at her quietly for a moment, then suddenly sneered and said: "You almost don't even reply to my messages, so what can I do? Besides coming to find someone in person, do I have any other chance to communicate with you?
?”
After hearing this, Zhuang Yibo quickly held her hand and said: "Qianxing, there is a time difference between London and Tongcheng. Sometimes I don't see your message until a long time ago, and I'm afraid of disturbing you when I want to reply, so I--
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"Zhuang Yibo, have you forgotten that you promised me that you would never tell lies to me?" Qianxing bent down and looked deeply into her eyes, "Can you tell me what's wrong with you?
?”
When Zhuang Yibo heard this, he looked at her blankly for a long time, then slowly laughed again, turned to look at the people and things around him, and said softly: "As you can see, I'm fine."
Qianxing looked at her quietly for a moment, then slowly shook his head.