After tidying up his clothes, the smile on Gong Fanmo's face had not faded away. However, his face changed slightly, but the smile on his face disappeared for a moment. A cold voice sounded from behind him: "Fan Yin"
, this is the first time I have seen you smiling like this. That little girl, it seems that she is not very important to you?"
There is a beautiful woman sitting at the window. She wears a bright red silk dress with a very low neckline, revealing her plump breasts. Her face is like a hibiscus, her eyebrows are like willows, and her eyes are more charming than peach blossoms. Her skin is like snow.
, her black hair was pulled into a high bun, the beads on her head shone with dazzling light, and her bright red lips were slightly raised.
But her eyes were full of sadness, expecting Gong Fanmo to turn around and look at her, but he didn't do what she wanted. Gong Fanmo just stood there and coldly ordered: "Fan Yin is not a name you can call.
Don't show up casually around me and Ruoli in the future." He didn't know why, but he just wanted Feng Ruoli to call his name, and no one else wanted to hear it.
Gong Fanmo's reaction seemed to be what the woman expected. He sighed softly and the woman said lightly: "Does that mean I'm offended? I'm just here to tell you that I have a clue about what I was asked to investigate. You don't?"
Your guess is wrong, her identity is indeed as you expected, there is no mistake at all."
Hearing this, Gong Fanmo frowned slightly, then slowly turned around and looked at the woman in red. Finally, he still waved his hand and ordered: "Things will proceed as planned, you leave first."
Seeing that he was finally willing to face her, a little hope arose in her heart, but in the end, this hope was shattered. There was a trace of tears in the eyes of the woman in red, but she said nothing and disappeared in this area in an instant.
Feng Ruoli ran all the way back to the room, hoping to let the wet clothes dry. But it didn't happen as she expected. When she entered her room from the window, her clothes were still wet, and she searched the whole room but disappeared.
There is another set of replacement clothes, only scissors and needlework.
Feng Ruoli sighed, looked at the needle and thread in her hand, and said helplessly: "Oh, the environment forced me to do so, and it was really not my intention." So, she quickly took off her clothes and started her transformation.
Half an hour later, Feng Ruoli ruthlessly cut off the light blue dress, with a dense row of blue sea water clouds at the hem, revealing her white and tender thighs.
After trimming the lower part, it turned into a small dress similar to a modern tuxedo. Feng Ruoli liked it very much, and she was very proud of it. Because of her assignment in France, she studied with a designer for several months.
Fashion design is really a waste of time.
Not long after she had arranged her clothes and put them on, Qiu Shui knocked on her door and asked her to get ready to go to the front hall for dinner. Feng Ruoli raised her eyebrows, probably waiting for her to appear like this.
In front of Gong Fanmo, he will be given a bad face again.
Not to mention Gong Fanmo, when she opened the door and appeared in front of Qiu Shui, Qiu Shui couldn't help but look at Feng Ruoli in surprise. It had only been an hour, but why did her nice clothes turn into something that exposed her thighs and was immoral?
Are you wearing clothes? Qiu Shui took Feng Ruoli's hand, squeezed out a smile and reminded: "Ruoli, why don't I ask the maid to get a set of clothes for you to change, and then we can go to dinner?"
Feng Ruoli found it troublesome, so she directly rejected Qiu Shui's kindness and insisted on going to the meal dressed like this. Qiu Shui could not continue to dissuade her, so she had no choice but to take Feng Ruoli to the front hall.