Song Qiancheng was the first to leave the room, and Wen Lishu could only reluctantly change the skirt in addition to being distressed.

When she was freshening up just now, she had already removed her makeup, and every time she went out to make up, it was already her standard, and after changing her clothes, she put on light makeup as quickly as possible.

When she was done, she grabbed a small handbag and went downstairs holding on to the railing.

In just a few steps, Wen Lishu walked extremely slowly, this skirt was too short, as long as she lifted her foot, the skirt would pull up, she had to lean sideways the whole time, walking slowly step by step.

Hearing the sound of going downstairs, Song Qiancheng, who was sitting in the living room, glanced back, and when her figure appeared on the rest platform of the stairs, his eyes suddenly dimmed.

Wen Lishu's skin was very fair, in stark contrast to the black skirt on her body, and she was walking sideways, looking at him from this side, the lines of her long legs were close to perfect.

Song Qiancheng was quite congested when she saw this, and a trace of strangeness rose in her heart, as if she didn't want people to see her dress, but on the contrary, he forced her to dress like this.

He panicked, simply stood up, and walked all the way out the door with a stiff face.

Wen Lishu slowly followed behind him, and when he walked to the gate, Song Qiancheng in front of him suddenly stopped, causing Wen Lishu to quickly stop.

Song Qiancheng stopped and turned around and looked at her.

Wen Lishu didn't know the bottom in her heart, she estimated what kind of nerve he was making, she had already cooperated with his requirements, why did he still have a strong dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Just when she was puzzled, Song Qiancheng took off his coat and threw it at her.

Wen Lishu reached out instinctively, and after catching the clothes, he tensed his face and said, "Put it on." ”

Wen Lishu looked at the clothes in his hand and was slightly stunned, he raised his eyes and looked at Song Qiancheng incredulously, why did he suddenly show mercy to her so much in the room just now.

Song Qiancheng urged with a black face: "If you don't want to wear it, give it back to me." ”

When Wen Lishu heard this, she didn't have time to think about anything else, if the skirt was worn alone, it was too dusty, and she resisted to the extreme.

She hurriedly put it on, and there was still his residual warmth on the clothes, as well as the smell of cologne exclusive to him, faintly smelling good, she had been madly infatuated with before.

It's a pity that she doesn't dare to smell it more now, she is afraid that the fragrance will confuse her mind and make her sink again.

The two continued to walk out the door, and after getting into the car, she sat in the passenger seat and turned on the silent mode.

After that, Song Qiancheng was driving, and she was looking at the scenery of the street.

After staying up late last night, and today is a tiring week, she looked at the regressing street scene, and soon became sleepy.

She nodded her head like a chicken pecking rice, but when she clicked, she only felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

Wen Lishu struggled a few times, but finally couldn't resist the sleepiness, and closed his eyes.

The world in her dream was calm and beautiful, and she dreamed of the drinking party where she met Song Qiancheng for the first time.

The lights are bright, the clothes are fragrant, he is dressed in a decent black suit, elegant and noble, standing in the crowd, dazzling and dazzling.

Wan remembers that day, in the back garden of the banquet hall, she carelessly stuck her high heels on the manhole cover of the sewer, and she couldn't get it out of it alive or dead.

Just when she was anxious, Song Qiancheng came slowly like a prince, and took the initiative to squat down and help her pull out her shoes, so that she could end this embarrassment.