Chapter Eighty-Seven: Thrilling
A woman like her, even if she doesn't deliberately highlight her figure, is the focus of attention.
Wearing a cheongsam, I'm afraid I don't know how many people's eyes will be glued.
Xu Tingcheng doesn't like to expose herself to the eyes of perverts, so unless she has another purpose and deliberately wants to seduce, she rarely wears that kind of sexy clothes.
Being stared at by Fu Jingting at this time, her face turned red and she was angry, "What are you looking at, haven't you seen it?!" ”
"I haven't seen it." Fu Jingting chuckled.
There was a waiter in the room serving refreshments, and the two of them were not abrupt when they spoke in a low voice.
Xu Qingcheng glared at him and motioned for him to go out and say something.
Without waiting for him to respond, she took the lead and walked out.
The waist and hips outlined by the cheongsam have beautiful curves.
She stepped on a pair of white crystal heels, and walked with a swaying that would shake his bones apart.
Fu Jingting stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose bone, but still followed.
As soon as he passed, the placket was grabbed, and the grille of the screen was in gear, blocking the two of them firmly.
Fu Jingting smiled, he had the illusion of being seduced by the goblin and having a tryst with someone, especially the moment when her fingers dragged the placket of his clothes behind the screen, the taste made his bones tremble.
He lowered his eyebrows and looked at her, Xu Qingcheng was lowering his head and opening the small bag in her hand.
An embroidered dark green handbag with her cheongsam.
With braided hair, the bangs on the forehead are oblique on the forehead, and the time seems to have been dyed by her, like a beautiful and elegant rich lady in the old alley, with a smile and a smile.
She took out a jewelry box and stuffed it into Fu Jingting's hand, "This is a glass jade yang green bracelet." Meet to give gifts. ”
Zhao Lan's favorite things are related to her time and life, she likes tea, jade, cheongsam, everything that has the taste of age, and her life is literary and exquisite, so people are inevitably meticulous.
Xu Qingcheng can't ask Fu Jingting, a fake boyfriend, to be able to do everything, but if there are etiquette things, she can think of everything she can think of.
Fu Jingting opened the box and glanced at it, his eyebrows frowned.
Xu Qingcheng's pink face was slightly red in his frown, and her eyebrows and eyes were lightly raised, "There is a little flaw." ”
With Fu Jingting's identity, no matter how he makes a move, he can't be too petty.
But no matter how good Xu Qingcheng's own jewelry is, it can't be used at all, and Zhao Lan knows most of it.
But although she is now living a worry-free life, her funds are very tight, her parents' hospitalization is of the highest standard, Qingyao can't be afraid that he will suffer losses and hardships in it, when the capital chain of the prosperous world is particularly tight, she has no choice but to sell a suite that Xu Shengchang gave her.
This kind of jewelry has always been expensive, and once it is given away, it cannot be taken back.
It's not really to meet her parents, and it's very distressing for her to break the bill in a scene, and the price can be cut in half with a little flaw.
But as soon as he frowned, Xu Qingcheng felt that his face was hot, and he felt embarrassed to be seen through.
She simply ignored him, turned around to pass, but was grabbed by someone's wrist, and with a slight force, her body crashed into his arms.
The man grabbed her waist and slammed his arm down.
Xu Qingcheng was afraid that he would mess around, his eyes were a little panicked, and he struggled slightly, "What are you doing?" ”
The corners of his eyebrows were lightly raised close to her ear, which was very informal, "My eyes are hot with this little waist, and I have a good time hugging it." ”
With that, he let go of his hand.
Neurotic.
Xu Qingcheng glared at him, but his face was also amused by his unconcealed teasing.
The man stuffed the jewelry she had given back into her bag, "I've prepared a greeting gift, so I don't need it." ”
He was the first to go out.
Xu Qingcheng also walked over, and Zhao Lan glanced at her.
His cheeks were slightly red, and he was ashamed before he spoke.
Even if I don't know what the two of them said, it was probably a whisper between young people.