Chapter 687 Shouldn’t you be staring at her on the balcony every night?
The TV is on, and real-time news is playing on the screen about SU Group's new products.
Yu Wanwan glanced around and saw that the people sitting on the sofa had already stood up when they saw her coming.
She glanced at them, and the middle-aged man smiled and nodded to her, "Miss Qin."
Yu Wanwan thought that this person must be the dress designer. She pursed her lips and said, "Where are the clothes? I'll try them on now."
The young woman next to her immediately opened the large box on the coffee table and took out a white dress, ready to shake it open for Yu Wanwan to take a look.
Yu Wanwan walked over and took the dress directly, "I'll go upstairs and try it on. If it doesn't fit, I'll change it."
She went upstairs to the room she had lived in before.
Passing by Ai's room, the door was open, and a faint fragrance floated out of it, but it was almost non-existent. The fragrance was as familiar as a feather tickling Yu Wanwan's heart, and she felt impatient not to remember it.
She walked involuntarily into the room. The room was as simple as ever, neatly tidied, and the table and floor were spotless.
The floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony were open, and the sun shone into the room. There was a feeling of tranquility over time, which actually made Yu Wanwan's heart calm down inexplicably. She stood in the center of the room and looked around, then walked to the balcony.
The door to the room she lived in before was open.
She passed it over and saw that several pots of green plants on the balcony were exceptionally bright green in the sunlight, and two of them had flowers in bloom. She was instinctively attracted and took a second look.
She found a few cigarette butts in the flowerpot and frowned.
When I opened it and looked inside, there were not only cigarette butts but also cigarette ashes.
Is this room occupied now?
Yu Wanwan looked into the room again. The room was neatly tidied, and the bedsheets and quilts were still the same color as when she stayed here before. It didn't look like someone was staying here.
She looked away again and saw the chair next to the pot of flowers, with her back to the balcony. When she sat down, she saw the bed in the room.
She looked into the flower pot again and looked at the cigarette butts inside. There were new ones and old ones. The old ones had been peeled off and discolored by whoever was watering the flowers. They were light blue cigarette butts and the brands of the cigarettes were in English letters.
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Curiosity stuck, Yu Wanwan didn't mind being dirty, so she picked up a cigarette butt from the flowerpot, looked at it carefully, and even brought it to her nose to smell it.
Isn't this... the faint fragrance in Ai's room?
It turns out it’s not the smell of perfume!!! It’s the smell of cigarettes!
Yu Wanwan was a little surprised, stared, and then looked up at the room, looking at the big bed.
Suddenly a bold and horrifying guess came... When she lived here, this guy wouldn't come to the balcony and sit like this every night and watch her.
It’s scary to think about it!
"Miss Qin."
Suddenly a servant's voice came from outside, "Have you tried on the dress?"
Only then did Yu Wanwan remember that she wanted to try on a dress. When she sat down just now, she put the dress casually on the armrest of the chair.
She put away her thoughts, stood up with the dress in her arms and entered the room, "Wait a moment."
The white silk long skirt dress has her favorite small floral prints printed on it, but it is very light. The overall style is very simple, and the size seems to be tailor-made for her, without any deviation.
She dressed downstairs and stood in front of the designer. The moment the designer saw her, he praised her repeatedly.
"Mr. Wenger is right, Miss Qin is really suitable for this style, she is so beautiful."
The assistants next to him also nodded in agreement.
Yu Wanwan was not in the mood to appreciate whether the dress looked good or not.
