Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at his friend standing dumbstruck in front of the mirror, and then at the dazzling man with a cold and unkind expression. Tong Yao awkwardly put on an extremely hypocritical smile, "Senior, what a coincidence."
Yan Zisong, however, had no intention of answering. He just stared at the wedding dress box she was holding tightly in her hand. His cold eyes seemed to want to burn the cardboard box, "Whose is it?"
Even Tong Yao, who always boasts of being responsive to others, couldn't help but pause for a few seconds this time before realizing that he was asking whose wedding dress he was holding... Under that frozen aura, he subconsciously replied, "I
Getting married next week..." As he said this, an unreasonable sense of relief arose in his heart.
It was as if thousands of years of ice suddenly encountered the scorching heat of Kuwait. The frozen clouds in the slightly raised peach blossom eyes of the previous second disappeared out of thin air like an illusion. Yan Zisong nodded almost friendly to the nursery rhyme and said
He said "congratulations" and didn't look at her again.
"Hello, Ms. Lan!" the shopping guide in the store greeted enthusiastically, "Are you coming to choose the costumes for the next show today? Are you going to do it on location or in a studio?"
Qin Xiaoman could only lower her eyes, staring at her loose and pleated skirt in the mirror and secretly regretting it; it turned out that this store was the sponsor of Lan Zhong's show.
A smart and sensitive woman, her mind has turned so many times in just a few seconds.
Wearing a blue-gray dress, she had seen the orchid standing in front of the mirror; the memory that was originally just a simple appreciation, once mixed with the knowledge that they were actually related, it was like a bright door suddenly opened.
But the ruthless skylight.
She knew him; they appeared in the same hotel in New York...
The man who had never gone shopping with her before suddenly changed his mind at the door and wanted to follow him for the first time...
"Yes," Qiao Mu smiled almost naturally, "These are the costumes from the last show," Lan Yan said, putting the bag in her hand on the counter, "I want to choose two studio sets this time.
Inside.”
As if unintentionally, he raised his finger and pointed at the slender woman standing in front of the mirror, "The suit that lady tried on is good." The clothes in this store almost only have one size for each style.
She knows it better than anyone else.
The shopping guide was a little embarrassed. She didn't want to lose the deal she was about to get, but she really couldn't offend the company's hard-fought promotion for the show. She was worried about how to smooth things over.
Qin Xiaoman wanted to say something like "I bought this" out loud and cheerfully, but when she looked down at the man's suit trousers in the mirror, she softened for no reason.
What is this? Is the old girlfriend shamelessly jealous in front of her new love? What position does she have to do this?
This woman whose thinking is obviously different from ordinary people's thoughts at this time, no matter how much she likes, is mixed with the ridiculous idea of having to fight with someone or grab it, then all natural love will be
It's all become boring.
Thinking of this, she immediately had the idea of retreating. She had already lost that man; what was the point of such a trivial and meaningless fight?
...Suddenly, I heard a nursery rhyme being sounded loudly.
"I'm sorry, we bought that one." She stubbornly maintained her habitual posture. She didn't need to think about it to know that the meek woman was probably thinking about how to take off her skirt at this time.