In the following days, Mengyao changed her previous noble and beautiful sexual image and began to change her clothing style to the route of Mengyin's clear and indifferent style.

She first went to Taiwan’s most famous salon and changed her hairstyle. Her black and shiny wavy curly hair was permed into a pair of soft straight hair. According to her face shape, her sideburns were designed as beautiful feather cuts, which swept away her arrogant and attractive posture before, making her look soft and charming.

Next is the dressing style. She thought that Danping might not like the ostentatious colors, so the crimson and royal blue in the wardrobe were replaced by a large number of light colors such as pure white, lilac, and lake green.

She never put on makeup again, just occasionally applied some light lipstick and some purple eye shadow. She had torn this way for nearly half a month, but there was no effect in Danping.

Finally, one day at the breakfast table, she couldn't help but ask: "Hey, He Mengyin, where did you buy your clothes?"

After gently putting down the exquisite fine porcelain cup in his hand, Mengyin was a little puzzled: "Hmm?"

Obviously, her thoughts are not on the same channel as Mengyao, and her mind is still thinking about how much liquidity there is left in the company in the next month. She needs to digest such a sudden problem in a while.

"Hey, I'm asking you!" Mengyao continued to say unhappy, with an urgent and impatient look on her beautiful face.

"I have never bought clothes after I returned to Taiwan." Mengyin said lightly: "The clothes I wear are from before."

"Then where did you buy the set you are wearing now?"

"The 'bazaar' of London!" As he said, Mengyin picked up her bag and prepared to go to work.

"I'm leaving, auntie, Mengyao, eat slowly!" She said politely again and turned around and left.

"Wait." Mengyao called her guiltily and hesitated, "He Mengyin, that...that..."

She kept slim fingers tugging under the mahogany table, and she felt cowardly and reluctant to speak for a long time.

Seeing her thoughts, a hint of ridiculousness flashed across her face. Mengyin turned her back to her and said, "I have several new suits in my closet, all of which are popular in London this year. If you like it, choose it yourself!"

After saying that, she walked out of here without looking back.

A woman is to please herself, and she understands Mengyao’s thoughts.

Once upon a time, she was willing to dress up beautifully for her beloved every day. This is the most meticulous thought that every girl in love has.

But now...

A black pain spread across his chest. He raised his hand and stroked the position where his heart was beating.

He Mengyin, you voluntarily gave up on him, and you are no longer qualified to interfere with everything about him...

She told herself.

Before she was sad in her heart and completely collapsed, she burst into tears...
Chapter completed!