Qin Songyao didn't dare. On such an important occasion, if she broke out outside, Bao Siyan would probably strangle her to death on the spot.
Suddenly, there were footsteps outside.
She heard the assistant say a few words cautiously, and then the man's indifferent voice came.
She pricked up her ears but didn't hear clearly.
After a while, the door of the fitting room was opened directly.
She was startled, and subconsciously hugged herself and stepped back.
"What are you doing?!"
Bao Siyan ignored her, still holding the cigarette between his fingers, and impatiently dropped the things in his hands on the table.
An inner layer.
Qin Songyao blinked.
"You want me to help you?"
Qin Songyao realized that he was asking her to tighten up inside.
Her face flushed and she stared at him for a long time, really wondering how he found out.
The man pulled a chair beside her and sat down in a hurry.
Qin Songyao bit his lip, guessing that he didn't plan to go out.
She had no choice but to turn around and change. This feeling was much more acceptable than taking off her clothes one by one in the office.
The inner layer he chose was also one size smaller and had a front button design.
Qin Songyao had spent a lot of effort just now, but this time he was a little tired. No matter how he pulled it, it wouldn't fit. He buckled it in front, but the back was a mess. If he straightened the back, he couldn't buckle it in front.
"Stupid as hell."
There was sarcasm from behind.
She gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to reply.
Unexpectedly, the man suddenly leaned forward, grabbed her with his long arms, and pinned her on his lap.
"Bo Siyan!"
"Don't move!"
The man's low warning voice sounded in his ears.
She looked down and saw that he was holding a cigarette between his fingers. She was afraid of being burned, so she didn't dare to move.
Bao Siyan raised his hand and grabbed the thin strap at the back of the inner garment with his slender fingers. He spat out the words with his thin lips, "Button the front yourself."
Qin Songyao's body stiffened, he raised his arms and exerted force on his hands.
Click.
Finally buttoned it up.
He pulled out his fingers and let go of the string.
The woman quickly stood up, picked up the cheongsam next to her, and quickly put it on.
Behind him, the man put out his cigarette, squinted his eyes, and looked at him unceremoniously.
Qin Songyao's thin waist and thin legs have never been considered an advantage.
Her waist-to-hip ratio is the most amazing, and beyond that, it is a height that is difficult to control.
Wrapped in a black modified cheongsam, her curves are clearly exposed, making her enchanting and charming.
It happened to be a cold baby face with clean brows and eyes, which made the extra charm look even more attractive. The contrast between the two was huge.
Qin Songyao knew that he was watching. After putting on his clothes, he quickly retreated to the dressing mirror and sat down.
Bao Siyan stood up and walked behind her.
Her back touched him, and she quickly sat forward. Just as she was about to choose a gripper, the man stretched out his hand and picked a crystal one.
The arm brushed across the side of her face, and she recalled in her mind that the muscles on the man's arm were hard.
I also felt it when I was sitting in his arms just now.
"Hurry up." He urged abruptly.
The ambiguity was broken up, Qin Songyao suddenly woke up, and combed his hair a little harder, "I know, I know."
In the mirror, the man was holding his trousers pocket with one hand, and finally turned around and walked out.
Qin Songyao quickened his movements, finished it in a few seconds, and hurried out.
Outside the door, Bao Siyan was on the phone. Seeing this, she went to pay by herself, using his card anyway.
He handed the card out, but the assistant didn't take it and said, "No need, Mr. Bo is the bookkeeper here, and the settlement is done every six months."
Qin Songyao was stunned for a moment and glanced inside the store.
Only women's clothes.
After the assistant finished speaking, he glanced at her, probably realized that he had made a mistake, and quickly left with the tea tray.