The content of the Zhao family's house is also very European, the white wall is unevenly hung with Western paintings, as soon as you enter the door, you can see that there is a spiral staircase leading to the second floor on the left and right sides of the house, the direction of the staircase on the left is a living room layout, several high-end cotton wool sofas, gold trimmed frames, velvet cushions are full of flowery patterns, a large rectangular table, delicately carved, on which are placed silver tea trays and tea sets, and fruit baskets filled with various fruits, and the ground is covered with goose down carpets.

The space near the direction of the staircase on the right is used as a dining room, a large round wooden table, made of fine mahogany, with a small disc on the table that can be turned to turn the food in front of you, and the chair is a traditional Chinese back-to-back chair, but with more smooth and simple lines. There was also a kitchen next to the dining table, and in addition to the door, there was a small square passage in the middle of the wall, which was obviously a passage for the food.

In such a house full of European style, there stands a woman in a dress, not in an oil painting, but a living, and a woman in a dress with an oriental face.

Zhao Ji is this woman. She stood with her hands on the railing of the corridor on the second floor, wearing a blue one-piece dress with rhinestones at the hem, noble and quiet. Two slender arms as white as a blue lotus stretched out from the puff cuffs, and the straight hair was all pulled to the back of the neck, and he wore a blue fedora hat. She stood there, her face pure and beautiful, her calm eyes, and her slender and elegant figure, which looked more vivid and lively than the European woman in a dress in the oil painting hanging on the wall behind her.

Zhao saw her come out and said, "Ji'er, didn't you tell you to rest?" Why did it come out again? ”

"That's fine." Zhao Changtian spoke: "Ji'er, Youchen has arrived, just right, you take him back to the room to rest." It is estimated that I am tired of rushing all the way. ”

Zhao on the side listened and hesitated to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, and looked at Qin Youchen, who had already stood up and was looking at him.

Bao Cui beside him asked softly, "Miss, does the master mean to take him to your room to rest?" ”

"Ji'er, what are you still doing in a daze? Come down and take Youchen up. Before Zhao Ji could answer, Zhao Changtian spoke again.

Zhao Ji hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked to the staircase, walking down one by one, and Baocui hurriedly followed.

She wore silver high heels, her slender ankles were exposed between the hem and heel, and she walked not fast or slow, but elegant and brisk, with each step, the skirt would sway, step by step, the whole skirt was like a surging wave, and the rhinestones set on it were like sparkling waves, which were very vivid. Obviously, she is more comfortable wearing dresses, which is fundamentally contrary to the traditional Chinese requirements for women's "walking skirts".

In Qin Youchen's opinion, Zhao Ji who wore a dress was also completely different from Zhao Ji who wore a skirt before.

She was gentle and demure in a skirt, and her face was intentionally buried in the towering collar, as if she wanted to hide herself deeply, so deep that no one could see it. didn't say much, just showed a pair of cold and waveless eyes, as if they were about to see through people, and as if they didn't see anything at all.

And at this moment, she took off her skirt, like a blue butterfly breaking free from a spider's web, her beautiful and fair face all poked out, and even her body was free. Brisk, generous, it looks confident and beautiful, although there is still a melancholy hidden between the eyebrows, but it is enough to make people's eyes shine.