She flipped her hair and turned slightly sideways in front of the mirror. She was quite satisfied with the cheongsam.
Little did she know that the people next to her were already fascinated by her.
The staff next to me also covered their mouths in shock and almost screamed.
She was simply a young lady from a famous family during the Republic of China. She was fair-skinned, beautiful, slender, gentle, dignified and quiet.
When everyone noticed that Fu Yanye had been staring at her, they quietly stepped aside without disturbing anyone.
Zhuo Jian gently pushed at the waist and abdomen, where there were some wrinkles, and whispered, "Isn't it a little uncomfortable?"
"you're too skinny."
Suddenly there was a voice beside me, low and infatuated.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked in the mirror. He had already walked to her side.
It's just that he is a handsome man in modern times, as if he has traveled to her time, and is for her, the most beautiful little wife in the world, who may be snatched away at any time.
The two people looked at each other, Fu Yanye didn't even touch her, he just whispered: "I just want to stuff you here now."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian's voice became hoarse for some reason.
She didn't even know where he planned to put her.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes, held her hand, and then led her hand to his chest.
He wanted to fill his already ruined heart with her and make it come alive again.
Zhuo Jian only felt the temperature there and the strong beating.
"If you were in ancient times, you would definitely bring disaster to the country and the people."
"..."
What a big hat.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in shock, wondering why he was acting like this suddenly, as if he was fascinated by her.
Realizing that there was someone not far away, she quickly withdrew her hand, tangled her fingers and asked him, "It's not your first time wearing a cheongsam, why did you say that?"
"This one is the prettiest."
He said, unable to help but move closer to her again.
Zhuo Jian felt that their fabrics were rubbing against each other, and then she felt his body temperature.
Well, this cheongsam is really thin.
The space that originally had an ancient charm was now so charming that it even felt like a wedding night.
"Didn't you say you want to choose one for Mom? Let's choose it first."
Zhuo Jian pushed him and quickly changed the topic.
Fu Yanye turned to look at her, and after a long time he smiled and went to look for her.
There were three big boxes. Zhuo Jian was wearing a coat and put all her original clothes in the boxes. The staff helped them put them in the car, and then stood in a row to see them off.
Fu Yanye drove the car out and stopped on the side of the road.
Zhuo Jian looked around suspiciously, then looked at him, "Why did you stop so suddenly?"
"Give."
Fu Yanye opened the locker in front and took out a red box from inside.
Some people have always said that the red box is very rustic, but at this moment, it is like a dream and full of ripples.
Zhuo Jian looked at the box in his hand with confusion, took it reflexively, and opened it slowly.
She was surprised that he really gave her a gift, but it wasn't her day.
But the moment she opened the box, she couldn't deny that she held her breath and was looking forward to it.
But when she opened the box, she suddenly felt bad.
It's a bracelet.
Pearl bracelet.
I can't say it's exactly the same as that one, I can only say it's really exactly the same.
Fu Yanye looked at her, not knowing whether she liked it or not. He quickly spoke with a gentle voice, "You seem to like pearl bracelets very much. This one belongs to you."
Zhuo Jian didn't know what to say, and his mind went blank for a while.
Later, she raised her eyes to look at him and asked her doubts, "Is it because Zhuang Mingli gave it to me? So you want to give me an identical one? Do you want me to have your label on it?"
She was obviously very gentle, but her words made him frown.
"Just because you like pearls."
"I don't like it anymore, I don't want it."
She quickly sat down, then closed the bracelet box and returned it to his arms.
She never wants to touch pearls again in her life.