Chapter 272 The flower of the high mountain vs. the sultry little doctor girl (16)

Yan Weishan couldn't help but frown when he thought of the engagement scene where everyone focused their eyes on her.

Seeing Ning Xi's persistent look, he felt helpless and novel at the same time.

He thought for a while and said, "How about changing into another wedding dress and going to the department store with you to buy perfume later?"

When Ning Xi saw his tangled look, a cunning look flashed in her eyes.

It’s okay not to wear it on the engagement day, anyway. There will always be a suitable occasion when he wears it so he won’t regret it.

"Fine."

"I will re-select the cheongsam I wore on my engagement day, but I want to buy this one too."

Yan Weishan saw her little face raised slightly, looking somewhat complacent, and his pursed lips relaxed, letting out a smile.

In the end, Ning Xi chose a moon-white improved cheongsam, which was not as close-fitting as the previous one, but still fresh and bright.

"Bang -" The car door closed, and Ning Xi took a breath while sitting in the passenger seat. Shopping was exciting, but also really tiring.

She supported her cheek with one hand and said, "Let's go to Yan Mansion first. I have to give you acupuncture for the last time."

"Um."

After sending the ordered cheongsam and other jewelry back to Ning's house, Ning Xi and Yan Weishan went to Yan Mansion.

On the soft couch in Yan Weishan's master bedroom, he took off his shirt and lay on it.

The door to the room was open, but when Ms. Song saw him bringing Ning Xi to the mansion, she immediately dismissed the servants and went to play cards with her little sisters with her small bag.

Ning Xi moved a chair and sat aside.

Taking out the silver needle, her eyes fell on Yan Weishan's strong physique.

His muscles are graceful, strong, and full of explosive power at first glance.

The sunlight coming in from the window fell on his strong back, with silver needles stuck in his old wounds, giving him an indescribable wildness.

Ning Xi's face turned red and hot.

Yan Weishan was lying on his stomach, resting his chin on his folded arms.

Feeling the hand falling on her back, she somehow remembered him pinching those white fingers with ruby ​​rings on them, and her fingers landed on his back with the movement of pricking the needle.

It's that delicate touch again.

Yan Weishan suddenly felt like a fire was rising up in his throat, making his whole body feel hot.

He couldn't help but think of her hand, caressing his back, and couldn't help but want to lead her hand down a few inches.

When the time came, Ning Xi took off the silver needle for him.

"Young Marshal, could you please use your bathroom to wash your hands?"

Yan Weishan nodded, took the shirt and put it on.

Ning Xi walked into the bathroom nearby. Yan Mansion's house incorporated a lot of European style, which was simple and elegant, free and easy and chic. Yan Weishan's bedroom was large, with a bathroom and bathroom, and the tiles inside were imported from Germany.

Bright colors.

After Yan Weishan saw her go in, he stood up and walked to the cabinet to drink a glass of cold water to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

Looking at the garden outside the window, the entire Yan Mansion was very quiet.

He knew that this was the environment that Ms. Song specially created for him and his prospective fiancée to be alone together.

The smooth glass windows reflected his dark and unclear expression.

He stood like this for a long time before realizing that Ning Xi hadn't come out yet.

Yan Weishan frowned and looked towards the bathroom. He took two steps closer and didn't hear the sound of water.

He waited for a while, worried that something might happen to Ning Xi, so he called out a few times.

"Ning Ning?"

A slightly deep voice came in, and he was so anxious that he shouted so naturally that he didn't even notice it.

Ning Xi opened the door and stuck her head out to look at Yan Weishan.

"Young Marshal!"

Yan Weishan walked over and saw her eyes shining with annoyance.

"Young Marshal, it's your hook that tore my cheongsam."

Yan Weishan subconsciously took off his coat and handed it over, "Cover it up first, I'll have someone buy you a set of ready-made clothes."

"Well!" Ning Xi half-closed the door and stretched out a hand to get his coat.

When she comes out.

Yan Weishan saw that she was wearing his military jacket, which gave him an inexplicable feeling.

Then, he saw a pair of white legs under the military uniform jacket.

The cheongsam was torn apart, and the skirt had reached to her snow-white thighs.

Under the military uniform jacket, there is an attractive figure, long straight and slender legs, and dazzling white eyes.

Yan Weishan instantly and consciously turned his gaze to the wall.

"You come out and sit down for a while, I'll call someone right away."

Yan Gongguan didn't have other women's clothes, so he had to go out and buy new ones.

"Yeah." Ning Xi opened the bathroom door completely, and when she walked out, the silver-white high heels under her feet suddenly became unstable, and she fell out.

Although Yan Weishan was walking in front, his attention was inevitably focused on the person behind him, and he immediately held her firmly in his arms.

"Stab-"

He followed the direction of the sound with his eyes and saw that the slit of her cheongsam was completely open this time.

And because of the dancing posture, the military jacket on Ning Xi also spread out.

A pair of slender white legs, shining white, revealing a snow-white waist.

Yan Weishan's eyes were startled, and he immediately wrapped her up, lifted her up with his hands on her waist and put her on the bed.

With a "bang", Ning Xi rolled onto the bed.

Then, cover your head with a quilt.

Ning Xi couldn't help but let out an "ouch~" and sat up hugging the quilt.

But he saw that the man had his back turned to him, and his steps were a little hasty as he walked out.

All she can think about now is, did he see it?!

Yan Weishan turned his back to her, his heart fluctuating.

Ms. Song dismissed all the servants, and the only ones left in Yan Mansion were his soldiers.

When the soldiers brought the clothes over, he frowned, took the clothes and went upstairs to find Ning Xi.

Ning Xi saw the man put down his clothes and walked out without saying a word.

Yan Weishan stood outside the bedroom, leaning against the wall, his eyes a little vacant.

Wait for her to get dressed and send her back to Ning's house immediately.

He needs to calm down now and restrain the images that keep popping up in his mind.

"Click -" the door opened.

He saw Ning Xi wrapped in a thin blanket, her head popped up, her cheeks bulging, and she handed out her clothes.

"This dress is too small."

Yan Weishan found it a bit incredible. She was not tall, so how could her clothes be too small?

He took the clothes and glanced at them subconsciously.

But he saw that all the buttons on his chest were broken.

Yan Weishan's breath palpitated.

His expression paused slightly, but soon returned to calm.

"Buy another one and come back later."

Ning Xi gathered the thin blanket and nodded, feeling that his voice was much lower and hoarse than before.

Sitting on the bed, out of boredom, I took out a thick photo album.

This is Yan Weishan's photo album. I asked him last time that she could look through it.

She lay on her stomach, leaned over and opened the photos.

It turns out that Yan Weishan was so cute when he was a child. Although he still looked serious and stood upright, he looked very cute with his immature face, giving him a contrasting cute feeling.

Yan Weishan took the cheongsam he bought again and knocked on the door. When he came in, the scene he saw made his anger that had just calmed down bubble up again.

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