Mr. Quan, please take care

Chapter 958 Dear Qing, attend together

This reply is longer than the previous question.

The waiting process was silent and long, but Yang Lan did not show any impatience.

She is like a military strategist who is sure of winning, just waiting for this tug-of-war to be completely won.

Maybe 1 minute, maybe 10 minutes later, Yan Zhi finally nodded: "I accept the arrangement."

Yang Lan smiled, but there were not many surprises in her eyes.

The first lesson she learned in Jingping was to learn to hide her emotions, and now she has mastered it.

"It's getting late, go up and rest."

Yan Zhihui got up and walked upstairs.

"Also," Yang Lan's faint voice came from behind him, "I don't need to turn on the lights in the future, I can't see your face."

The man's footsteps did not stop, as if he had never heard of it.

Just when he finished climbing the last step and was about to disappear around the corner, a hum came from the air, and fell lightly into the ears of the person sitting in the living room.

Something flashed in Yang Lan's eyes, but when she looked again, there was nothing. She lifted her jaw slightly, adding a touch of coldness and arrogance to her delicate profile.

……

inside the room.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped for a while, but no one came out for a long time.

The man stood in front of the mirror and looked at the completely unfamiliar face in the mirror. He was still handsome, but his slightly cold features were less gentle and more stern.

In the blink of an eye, the eyes are cold, even if you don't speak, it can make people daunting.

In the past, he showed others with gentleness, but she said that he was dressed in sheep's clothing, but he was a wolf in his bones.

Now that the evil wolf has returned to its original color, will she be able to look back?
Yan Zhifan twitched the corners of his mouth, and the person in the mirror also laughed.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

As soon as Shen Yu stepped into the main room, he heard a burst of voices.

"...this cheongsam, although it is good for your figure, it is even more good for your temperament. It has the former but not the latter. It can only be called ostentatious! If a fairy like you is not worthy, then who is worthy?" The cutting material gestured to Zhong Yuhong, and his compliments were beyond words.

A group of people beside him echoed in low voices.

"Here, here comes the match." The old lady looked towards the entrance.

Others also looked over.

Shen Yu just entered the room against everyone's gaze, with a calm expression on his face.

"Come on, Wan Wan," the old lady stepped forward, pointing to the cheongsam spread out on the clothes rack, "try this one on."

"Me?" She raised an eyebrow.

The people around exchanged glances in secret, and soon, they understood what the old lady meant, and they all surrounded Shen Wei.

"You're in really good shape."

"The smell is also excellent."

"Only you can wear the charm of this cheongsam, try it now..."

As he spoke, he pushed Shen Yu into the next room, and handed the cheongsam to her.

Since they didn't know the relationship between her and the Song family, these people didn't dare to address her rashly, so they could only use the pronoun "You", which seemed respectful enough even after going through this whole experience.

In short, judging by Zhong Yuhong's attitude towards her, she must be right.

Soon, Shen Yu came out of the room.

The moon-white dark flower fabric, close-fitting tailoring, high slit skirt, and faintly visible beautiful legs, seem to be tailor-made for her, and there is really nothing inappropriate.

Immediately, someone gave her high heels, someone made her hair up, and the makeup artist was eager to try, but Shen Yu shook her head and refused.

She turned her questioning gaze to Zhong Yuhong.

The latter said lightly, "There is a birthday party tonight, you will attend with us."

Shen Yu lowered her eyes, suppressing the slight fluctuations in her eyes, it seems that the invitation card obtained by the second son is temporarily useless——

well.

　Two more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)