After lunch, Chen Meiyun left Fang Qingming as a laborer to carry things, and continued to walk leisurely with Song Xiangran arm in arm.

Song Xiangran, who changed into a pair of denim bib pants, looked young and lively, completely different from the simple beauty he had seen in Xiaolin Village before.

Although Fang Qingming didn't want to admit it, he always couldn't help but aim at Song Xiangran.

When I met Song Xiangran before, she always wore a simple ponytail, a plain shirt and pants, and a pair of plain black cloth shoes. Occasionally, Song Xiangran would also wear her floral cloth skirt.

Frankly speaking, if it weren't for Song Xiangran's naturally delicate and agile face, he would have had an excellent proportion of limbs, otherwise he would be even worse in the simple and unpretentious clothes of those rural girls.

"Qingming, what do you want, look," Chen Meiyun patted Fang Qingming, who was sitting next to him in a daze, and motioned him to look ahead with her eyes, "Does Xiang Ran look good in this set?"

Hearing Chen Meiyun's call, Fang Qingming withdrew from his cranky thoughts, raised his head and looked ahead.

There is a gorgeous chandelier hanging from the ceiling of this clothing store, and the soft white light shines on Song Xiangran, and there seems to be a faint halo around Song Xiangran.

Song Xiangran's braids were behind him, a white chiffon one-collar waist dress, the length just covered the ankles, and the lace skirt exposed Song Xiangran's good-looking ankles, and he wore a pair of burgundy suede square mules on his feet.

For more than 20 years, although Fang Qingming grew up in a military school, he also attended many large and small gatherings with his parents, and he had seen a lot of all kinds of women.

There are those who are as intellectual and elegant as Duan Lingling, some who are gentle and atmospheric like Lin Wanting, or some sexy and charming big-name actresses and models. These women often passed by Fang Qingming's eyes like lanterns.

But what amazed Fang Qingming was only Song Xiangran in front of him.

People rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, and the simple and unpretentious clothes before completely cover up Song Xiangran's original beauty.

Seeing that Fang Qingming had not reacted, Chen Meiyun stretched out her hand and shook it in front of him: "Qingming, what do you think?"

"Ahem," Fang Qingming took his eyes away from Song Xiangran's slender and fair neck and good-looking collarbone, and the roots of his ears quietly reddened, "Well, it's not bad." “

"It's really visionless, what's not bad, it's just so good-looking!" Chen Meiyun frowned and glared at Fang Qingming, secretly sighing in her heart that Fang Qingming's eyes had declined.

In fact, when Song Xiangran came out of the fitting room just now, he was silently looking forward to being praised by Fang Qingming in his heart.

But when Fang Qingming's clear amber eyes looked at him, Song Xiangran began to be embarrassed again.

While Chen Meiyun went to pay, Song Xiangran mustered up the courage to look up and ask Fang Qingming: "Brother Qingming, that skirt just now...... What the hell do you think?"

Song Xiangran's crisp and gentle voice immediately evoked the impression of the white neck and collarbone in Fang Qingming's mind just now.

If Fang Qingming's perception of Song Xiangran wearing that skirt can be summed up in one word, it is: beauty is like jade.

But when this kind of thing is said, it is inevitable that people will misunderstand.

So Fang Qingming pretended to be contemplative, and said after a while: "It's okay, but it's ......."

Hearing the word "but", Song Xiangran looked at Fang Qingming with full attention and became nervous.

Thinking that if Song Xiangran also wore this off-the-shoulder chiffon dress at school, countless men would look at her, Fang Qingming felt a little inappropriate in his heart. But he didn't understand what his subconscious was responsible for this mentality.

"You're still young, it's not very appropriate to wear this dress. Fang Qingming looked at Song Xiangran seriously and said, as if an elder was teaching a junior.

"Oh, that's right, then I'll put it away. Song Xiangran thought of the straight neck of this skirt, and felt that it was somewhat inappropriate to dress like this when she just went to college.

After buying the skirt, Chen Meiyun pulled Song Xiangran to the beauty area again.

"Xiangran, you college students, do you want military training?" Chen Meiyun turned her head and asked.

Song Xiangran thought for a while, nodded and said, "I have to train in the past few years, and Fengshi University will probably train for half a month." “

"Half a month," Chen Meiyun said thoughtfully, "It's been very hot in Fengshi these past few months, let's go, Auntie will take you to buy sunscreen." “

"Sunscreen?" For this term, Song Xiangran heard it for the first time, but because of the literary business, Song Xiangran's role in this sunscreen is probably clear.

Sunscreen has just entered the domestic market in those years, and it is not so popular in the eyes of the public.

In addition, people have not paid much attention to sun protection all the time.

However, as a first-tier city in China, and because of the implementation of the reform and opening up policy, the demand for this kind of people in Fengshi has gradually increased.

After arriving at the store, the clerk gave Song Xiangran a skin test, and then recommended several suitable sunscreens and skin care products to Song Xiangran.

When Chen Meiyun made the payment, the cashier quoted the number, which surprised Song Xiangran.

I didn't expect these bottles and cans with a small capacity, added together, to cost so much money. She wanted to grab Chen Meiyun right away and said forget it.

was blocked by Chen Meiyun's smile.

"Xiangran, don't be afraid of your aunt spending money, there are some things that money can't buy, do you understand?" After walking out of the store, Chen Meiyun looked at Song Xiangran earnestly and said.

Although Song Xiangran knew that money was not omnipotent, and although Chen Meiyun and Gao Huijuan had indeed been close friends for many years, Song Xiangran still couldn't bear to spend so much money on Chen Meiyun.

"Auntie, I understand, but at the end of the day today, you have already bought me a lot of things. Song Xiangran lowered his eyebrows and bit his lip lightly.

Seeing that Song Xiangran was so sensible, Chen Meiyun put her arms around Song Xiangran's shoulders with relief, and said softly: "Kindness, no matter how much money you have, it can't be finished." You are sensible, I know, but I am willing to be good to you. “

When Fang Weihua and Chen Meiyun lived in their own house before, from the conversation between the two of them and their parents, Song Xiangran more or less knew some of Song Jianguo and Gao Huijuan's kindness to them in those years.

"You, if you really don't want to go, come to my place often to accompany me. Chen Meiyun was afraid that Song Xiangran's conscience would be uneasy, so she suddenly had an idea and proposed, "By the way, Xiangran, I still have a small one in my family, why don't you come and help him tutor?"

Fang Qingming, who was originally standing next to him without saying a word, was stunned, and then quickly furrowed his brows and looked at Chen Meiyun in disbelief.

Let Song Xiangran go to tutor the grumpy and stubborn little devil at home?