After packing up the medicine box, Ji Tingshen on the sofa had no intention of leaving.
The man was still naked, showing his perfect abdominal muscles with confidence.
His clothes can't be worn anymore. Not to mention the torn one, they are all blood.
Cheng Wanci brought him a bottle of water, "I'll go find you a piece of clothing."
Ji Ting's deep eyes sank: "Why do you have men's clothes here?"
Cheng Wanci ignored him and went to the bedroom.
Ji Tingshen couldn't sit still, so he got up and followed him.
I saw Cheng Wanci opening the wardrobe and taking a black shirt out from it.
The shirt was big, and it was obvious that it was not worn by girls.
Ji Tingshen felt a buzzing sound in his head, and blood in his body rushed straight to his head.
He saw that there were several shirts of this size in the closet, white, purple, and even pink.
Cheng Wanci, a heartless woman, actually likes men wearing pink shirts, and President Ji is very disdainful.
What kind of junk taste!
Cheng Wanci turned around and saw him following him. He was stunned for a moment, then handed him the clothes:
"You should be able to wear this dress, just make do with it."
Ji Tingshen refused to answer, his eyes whimpered: "Whose one?"
When Cheng Wanci saw his expression, he wanted to argue with him. Does anyone have any connection with his clothes?
But thinking that this person was injured for her today, she didn't say anything.
"My." Cheng Wanci said: "I bought it as a pajama. If Mr. Ji dislikes it, just wear yours."
Ji Tingshen narrowed his eyes, "Your?"
Cheng Wanci: "Well. Moreover, this is not a man's shirt, this is a woman's style."
Can't women have large shirts?
Ji Tingshen took away his shirt and picked it up to take a look.
To be honest, this dress looks like a man's style, and there is a pocket on the left chest.
But the hem is really different, with long front and back and curved, not as neat as men's shirts.
As he looked, some difficult-to-describe pictures appeared in Ji Tingshen's mind.
Cheng Wanci was wearing a black shirt, loose and lazy, with her legs white, straight and long.
He was like a deadly goblin.
Then he was sure that this was indeed what a girl bought as a pajama.
"Have taste." President Ji slapped himself in the face without hesitation.
Cheng Wan's lyrics: "..."
Don't think that you're hiding it well, your eyes have already flowed downward.
She said seriously: "Today I am very grateful to President Ji for helping me. It's getting late, so I won't send you there."
"Don't worry, I said I won't get entangled." Ji Tingshen put on his shirt, turned around and unbuttoned the belt, stuffed the hem of the shirt into it and tidied it up.
This shirt is indeed big enough, and it is impossible to tell if it is a woman's style when stuffed into the trousers.
Ji Ting looked in the mirror and confirmed that he did not damage his President Ji's style.
He decided to prepare a cabinet of shirts for Cheng Wanci at home in the future so that she could wear them for him every night.
And if you don't have women's styles, just wear his.
Mr. Ji didn't feel anything embarrassing about wearing a lady's shirt. He looked at Cheng Wan's poems and said:
"Tell me first what Lu Zhan is looking for you, and I'll leave after I'm talking."
Cheng Wanci could only fool him with Lu Zhan's words: "He thought we broke up, come and laugh at me."
"Why did he think we broke up?" This was something Ji Tingshen couldn't understand.
Before, he was with Cheng Wanci, which was an illusion he deliberately created. Why did Lu Zhan think they broke up?
Cheng Wan's lyrics: "..."
If she saw an ambiguous photo of Ji Tingshen and a female star, would this person think she cared very much?
According to this person's personality, Cheng Wanci felt: Yes.