After returning from Hall 3, Yun Shu never opened the contactor again.
When she was there, she wanted to trouble Gu Xing to bring the returned Chu Xiaoqin and Lu Mingzhu to a safe place to hide.
But now they are probably in a state of collapse, and there is no way to raise such a request again.
She could only find a way herself, and be a little more roundabout, at least let Zhou Jingmo pick them up from Ning Siyun first.
In just one day, things suddenly changed at the end. Her mood was a little affected and she didn't eat much for three meals on the first day.
But when Aunt Qiu asked about her, she denied it.
"Why can't you eat? Is it a bad mood?"
The night he returned from Hall 3 was silent, and Aunt Qiu saw it and was anxious in her heart.
While pounding the monkey toy, Yun Danfeng said lightly: "No, maybe it's because it's cold and has no appetite."
The end of the matter is just around the corner, and she is not happy yet.
Aunt Qiu didn't understand the incident, and this was under the nose of others, so she couldn't comfort her. She could only make an appetizing lunch according to her words.
It was all sour and spicy, and the spicy taste choked so that Zhou Jingmo and Assistant Zuo, who had just entered the door, both coughed twice.
"What did you do?" Zhou Jingmo asked with a frown.
Yun Shu collapsed on the sofa and slapped the monkey, saying casually: "The failed hot and sour fish."
Zhou Jingmo went to the kitchen and walked: "When I can't see the live fish in the pool?"
She looked at the ceiling without saying a word, and after a while she spoke: "Zhou Jingmo."
“Irregular.”
She ignored it and continued, "Do you say that according to the price level here, three million is a big number?"
"What do you want to ask about this?"
"Lu Mingzhu and the others have the three million I have allocated, so they still have to work very hard. I am lazy and don't want to work. If I spend it normally, how long can it last?"
"See the skirt you are wearing in the house you live in now, for three days," Zhou Jingmo glanced at her, "What are you making a bad idea?"
"It's been used up in three days?" She frowned and disbelief, "Have you spent so much money on me?"
Zhou Jingmo smiled and said, "Do you think you are easy to raise?"
Yun Shu bit the corner of her mouth and lay back.
That three million is really not worth mentioning to people like them.
"It's better not to have any bad ideas," Zhou Jingmo warned her lightly, and mentioned the most concerned thing, "I haven't learned to make good fish yet?"
"It's almost done."
She raised her hand to the light, calculated the calendar with her fingers, and said softly: "Today's fifth day, the birthday of the day after tomorrow, aren't we going to have dinner together? I can add a fish to Aunt Qiu's feast. She said I can already make it
Very good. I'll try again in the next two days and I'll be able to get started alone that day."
Listening to her softly whispering the daily arrangements behind, Zhou Jingmo stretched out his eyebrows and eyes, leaned against the sofa, reached out to touch her long dispersed hair, and the light of his eyes swept across her.
"Why are you wearing stockings?"
It was the white over-knee socks, wearing an oatmeal plush plaid skirt.
The first time she's wearing this.
Yun Shu's legs crossed together, and her face was not changed, and she said, "If you think it looks good, you will wear it. What do you think I'm wearing on my birthday? Aunt Qiu said I'm better wearing pink, but I think that's a little younger.
It’s appropriate to wear it.”
Zhou Jingmo's attention was staggered: "How old do you think you are?"
Eighteen years old, who is ten years younger than him, so young that people can see him with a puberty filter.
It is the first love on campus with a flying skirt under the playground outside the teaching building, with blue sky and white clouds. Even if you curse people with your eyebrows and eyes, no one will be angry with her.
Yun Shu looked at him: "Do you like pink?"
Just as Zhou Jingmo was about to say no, he heard her say again: "That's not impossible, but there are only two pink clothes at home, and I don't like them very much."
His denial stopped at his mouth, and after a moment, he said to Assistant Left: "Please send some new clothes in the afternoon...pink."
Assistant Zuo said "I understand, I understand" in every pore on his body, and he immediately went out to do his business.
"Do you want to stay with me to see my clothes in the afternoon?" Yun Shu asked him.
Zhou Jingmo looked at his watch, thought about his work arrangement for a minute and afternoon, and then said, "Well, let's try with you."
After lunch, he really stayed. Assistant Zuo sent a car of clothes, and a brand assistant who followed him hung up the clothes one by one and pushed them into the middle of the living room. There were two long rows.
.
All are pink, different pinks, and different styles, and it makes you feel dizzy when you look at it.
Yun Shu was silent on the sofa for a long time, and she was not ready to come out.
Zhou Jingmo treated her as an ostrich burying her head and reached out to pull her with amused expression.
"What are you hiding? You don't have to try it one by one."
She grabbed the sofa and stayed inside and refused to come out: "How to choose? Otherwise, don't you have pink?"
"Come out. Someone will try to show you."
"Really?" She looked up and saw three girls with similar figures as hers walked into the villa, one of whom even looked a little similar to hers.
Zhou Jingmo saw the opportunity and took her out and sat opposite the pile of clothes.
"They will try it out for you in clothes. You can tell me which one you like. After the display, they will bring the new ones over."
Yun Shu felt very novel and stared at them intently.
Three female models changed into clothes and walked past them, showing the workmanship, texture and matching of the clothes in all directions.
When they went down to change their clothes, Zhou Jingmo asked her if she had any fond of them.
"Not yet, look at it."
She made a serious choice and paid attention to Zhou Jingmo's reaction. Seeing that he glanced at him twice, she pointed and said she would go and take a look.
Anyway, it’s not for me to see, but for those involved in what happened that day.
After half an afternoon, they picked out five pieces. Yun Shu chose the one she liked the most but Zhou Jingmo didn't agree with, so she kept it and said she would wear it tomorrow.
It was a two-piece set with upper and lower parts separated by the waist, on the hem of Xiao Xiangfeng's short coat and the belt of the tweed skirt, all of which were embroidered roses of the same color, and the leaves were vivid. If you were to sit down, those two were to wear them.
Rose vines are like tangled together.
Very beautiful and sure to be impressive.
Zhou Jingmo didn't want her to wear such a slightly sexy dress, but she was very persistent.
"I just want to wear this one. Isn't it enough to wear your favorite one on my birthday? You ask for a lot."
"Wear the one I chose on my birthday? That's fine. But aren't you going to the shooting hall tomorrow? It's inconvenient to wear this one."
Her tone was simple: "There are no inconvenient clothes, only inconvenient people. You can do it if you don't let me wear it. I won't wear the one you chose the day after tomorrow. Keep it for yourself."
"...the weirdo." Zhou Jingmo patted her face lightly, and even if her tone was not very gentle, she could hear her pampering.
The model and brand assistant in the living room had not left yet. When they heard their conversation, they looked at each other quickly and were amazed in their hearts.
In the story of the second lady of the Ning family, Mr. Zhou, who always shows indifference, is like this in front of a lover whose surname is unknown.