The little girl is not usually a procrastinator. It won't take long to wash up and change into some light clothes. She has been upstairs for more than half an hour, why hasn't she come down yet?
Lu Wuchuan sat on the sofa and turned on his mobile phone to read the news in the special case team group.
Lu Dongming went to a suburban resort to soak in a hot spring. He looked quite comfortable with a glass of red wine in the mist.
Yan Yishuai lamented that he had forgotten the last time he slept until he woke up naturally, with a picture of the ceiling of his house.
Jiang Muyang was complaining about his mother, and after finally taking a rest, he was arrested as a laborer to plow a piece of land in the backyard, and later he had to plant all the newly purchased vegetable seedlings.
There was no movement from Bao Sheng. He was probably either sleeping at home or looking for Fang Nuo.
Yan Yishuai@LuWuchuan and Duanmo asked them where they went to be happy.
Lu Wuchuan ignored it and looked through his circle of friends. All the updates were useless, so he simply turned off his phone.
There was still no movement upstairs. He couldn't help but wonder if the little girl was putting on makeup. Otherwise, why would it take so long?
I walked upstairs and knocked on the bedroom door a few times, but there was no reply.
Just as he was about to knock again, the door opened. Duan Mo was still wearing the same clothes as before, and his hair was a little damp. He must have just washed his face.
"What's taking you so long? What are you doing?" Lu Wuchuan followed her into the house.
The door of the cloakroom was open, and the box at the end was blocking the door. She looked inside and whispered: "Explain it."
Lu Wuchuan looked inside and couldn't help but laugh: "Is it because of this?"
There are cabinets built against the wall on both sides of the cloakroom, with brown glass doors, so you can directly see the clothes inside.
Half of the row of cabinets facing the door are hung with men's suits and shirts. The other half is filled with various women's clothing, dresses, suits, sweaters, and even a few nightgowns of different colors.
The last time he came, Duanmo didn't go into the cloakroom and put the box directly in the bedroom.
She just finished washing her face and found the clothes she wanted to change. She was originally going to push the box to the table and put it there. When she looked up and saw the door of the cloakroom, she thought it would be better to put it inside to save space.
But when she opened the door, she was stunned on the spot.
She couldn't figure out why there were so many women's clothes in the cloakroom of Lu Wuchuan's bedroom. When she glanced over, she saw that they were all more ladylike styles. Had a woman lived here before? Or had she always lived here?
What is the relationship between that woman and him?
Why did she disappear when they came?
My thoughts are constantly diverging. There may be various kinds of high heels in the cabinet on the other side. Is there any underwear in the drawer under the window?
Should he ask Lu Wuchuan directly, or pretend that he didn't find anything?
If asked, how should I ask?
Straightforward or circumstantial?
Troubled by a series of questions, Duan Mo sat on the end of the bed, thinking hard in the direction of the cloakroom, until he heard a knock on the door.
Now that the person concerned has come to the door, ask directly.
But his nonchalant attitude about the ladder made Duanmo even more confused: "Why are you laughing?"
Lu Wuchuan pushed her small box into the cloakroom and put it aside out of the way. He opened the glass cabinet door, ran his slender fingers through the women's clothes one by one, and finally took out a long-sleeved dress.
"Wear this when we go out later."
"No, I don't want to wear other people's clothes." Duan Mo puffed out her mouth and glared at him.
It was too much to ask her to wear these clothes without even a single explanation.
Lu Wuchuan raised his other hand and hit her on the forehead: "Silly or not, these clothes are prepared for you."
"Editor, just make it up!" Duan Mo slapped his hand away with a paw. There wasn't even a tag on the clothes, and he said they were prepared for her. What a liar?
"Qin Rui, Yingjie's wife, do you remember? I asked her to prepare some seasonal clothes, but she was surprisingly well prepared."
"real?"
"Of course it's true. Why did I lie to you? You don't even think about why I have other people's clothes in my house."
"What if it's...an ex-girlfriend or something?"
"Well, blame me for not telling you in advance."
Lu Wuchuan was defeated by her imagination. He didn't have the habit of rolling his eyes, otherwise he would have given her the most invincible eye roll in the universe.
"I told Qin Rui that everything she wears must go through the water first. Who do you see washing clothes with a tag?"
He went in and dug through another coat and came out: "Look, this one is still with the tag, and so is this one." The semi-long windbreaker had spare buttons and tags tied together.
"Don't you have Qin Rui's phone number? If you still don't believe me, call her now and ask her yourself."
Duanmo took out his cell phone from his pocket and pretended to search his address book: "You said this, I called it."
Lu Wuchuan raised his chin to signal her to be casual, but his expression darkened.
Duanmo poked his chest: "I'm just teasing you, how can I really ask others! Look at you, you are so stingy."
He could honestly allow himself to make a phone call, either because he had already arranged a confession, or else what he was telling the truth, of course Duan Mo believed the latter.
"Mo Mo..." Lu Wuchuan shook his head helplessly, "When I saw a few pieces of clothing, I just thought some were not there. I don't know who is being stingy."
If the little girl really made this call, she would probably be laughed at by those idiots for at least a year. He could imagine Zong Yingjie's thief look.
"Okay, you go out first, I want to change clothes." Duanmo took the skirt in his hand and pushed him out.
Purple polka-dot waist dress, A-line skirt, the length is a little above the ankle, but because the hem is slit, not only does it not look procrastinating, but it has a vague sense of visibility.
The whole skirt does not have too many decorations, it is simple and elegant, and it matches the skin tone very well.
After changing her skirt and going out, she took off her ponytail and let her hair, which had never been dyed or permed, let down.
She looked in the mirror and applied lip gloss, then pursed her lips. Fortunately, she brought this with her when she went out, otherwise she wouldn't have any makeup at all.
After coming down from upstairs, Lu Wuchuan sat on the sofa facing the stairs.
The moment he saw the little girl, his eyes suddenly softened: "She's very beautiful!"
His gaze was too hot, and he pulled at the hem of his skirt uncomfortably: "Can you go to the mall later?"
"What do you want to buy?" Lu Wuchuan raised his eyebrows.
"I can't keep wearing my little white shoes." My feet in slippers rubbed on the floor, "It's all my fault that you didn't tell me in advance."
This skirt doesn't look bad when paired with white shoes, but it just doesn't look formal enough.
Lu Wuchuan patted his forehead and pulled her to sit down: "It's my fault. He only asked Qin Rui to prepare clothes and forget about shoes. Let's go to dinner first and then buy shoes."
She didn't even have time to eat the cut fruit, so she put on her white shoes and followed him out the door.
After dinner, Lu Wuchuan took her to a large shopping mall.
After shopping around and buying suitable shoes, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.
Sitting down in a coffee shop, Duanmo asked: "What do your parents like to do?"