Heart attack

Chapter 268 Missing
I don't know if others love her or not, but the boss is very fond of this pink, and he was a little reluctant when he sold it to her, like a child married far away.

She arranged the two bottles of peach wine neatly, and laid her head on the bed. When she was bored, she got up and planned to take a bath. As soon as she stepped into the bathroom, she remembered that Sheng Peiqing might have packed two bowls of delicious snail noodles.

It doesn't seem right to take a shower.

She turned around, stumbled over a box without paying attention to her feet, staggered for a while, stabilized her heels and grabbed the wall.

Tang Hongyi's name was written on the box, which seemed to be her dress.

She hesitated for a moment, she had to try anyway, and it didn't matter if she tried it now.

Thinking about it, she found the scissors and removed the tape, and there was another box inside the cardboard box, which was more ornate, black with bronzing text.

Another big logo.

She unwrapped the knotted rope that tied the box, the rope was neither too long nor too short, just right, the box opened to both sides, making her narrow space even more cramped.

Open it up, and wrap a few circles of foam paper inside, and take it all off to see the true colors of the clothes.

It was packed in a dust bag, and she put the bag on the bed. She unzipped the clothes, and the whole dress was completely exposed.

I don't know if the lighting is too beautiful, or everything is dazzling under the warm light, or maybe she is a little drunk. She looked at the clothes in front of her, and she felt that the clothes were more dazzling than the ones she tried on in the store.

The skirt was pulled up by her, and the length was better than that. She closed the curtain, took off her clothes and tried it on.

Looking at the clothes that don't make much difference, it's much more obvious when you put on the upper body.

The waist has shrunk a circle, highlighting the waistline even more. The touch on the waist is cold and silky, and the whole figure is vividly set off.

The skirt glistened under the incandescent lamp, and the sequins inside were not big, but shimmered in small pieces. Under different light perceptions, it seemed that the sequins would move, and the movement was like a galaxy walking in a river.

Starlight is everywhere, and she strikes in moonlight.

The provocative posture is enchanting, and the charm revealed from the bones is unique. Her fair skin has covered her with a thin layer of mist, and flowers grow in the mist.

"Ding dong—" the doorbell rang.

Tang Hong also suddenly walked away from the mirror, startled, looked away a little shyly, dragged his clothes, and walked slowly.

It seemed that if she walked faster, she could smell the aroma of snail noodles.

She's not hungry, she just wants a drink.

The door was turned open by her, and she seemed to be running in a hurry. Her heart was beating wildly, and she was still a little nervous.

"feast?!"

Confused, she turned her head and found the calendar and clock hanging on the table, which clearly stated a date when the feast could not happen at this moment.

June 21th.

work day.

"Why are you here?" Tang Hong also swallowed nervously, his eyes were a little excited besides nervousness.

Seeing the feast, she lowered her eyes, her eyes seemed to be going back and forth intentionally or unintentionally, and her throat rolled slightly.

The air suddenly became a little hot.

Tang Hong also lowered his head, and the hollowed-out dress was still hanging on his body. Although it was tightly covered, it didn't mean there was no sex appeal.

The fiery skin became restless, her whole body was burning, the beating drum in her heart was about to come out, and she pressed down on the long-term inconsistent feast in her sight.

Eyes are a little foggy.

The evening wind blows through the corridor windows. In late summer and early autumn, the air is a little dull, bringing a little bit of winter coolness.

Skimming the remaining gap between the two, Sheng Yan looked back from his daze, glanced away and was at a loss, "Well, I kind of want to... I have a business trip."

With a suffocated heartbeat, Tang Hong was also lost. He clearly heard the longing under his breath, a feast without restraint at all, unexpectedly seductive.

(End of this chapter)