How do you want her to dress out to meet people??

But let her wear back the clothes she used before, she was not happy, they were all washed fragrantly, and there was a smell of sweat on the clothes before, and what she wore was washed in vain.

Ning Jiao stared at the red belly pocket and the gauzy transparent dress for a moment, and then bit her teeth and put it on.

As long as Song Chumo is still in the study and does not come back, except for Guan Xiang, no one else can see it.

The guards of the Shulan Pavilion were all guarding the front yard, and no one came to the backyard.

She'll just go in through the back door of the room later.

However, what she never expected was that when Ning Jiao put on that outfit and went out, she happened to see Song Chumo and Guan Xiang talking about something outside.

She paused in her footsteps, standing at the entrance of the hot spring, neither entering nor retreating.

The two men had noticed her and looked up at her.

When the man's gaze fell on her, it instantly made people feel as if they were standing in front of her as if they were undressed, like a shelled egg.

Ning Jiao subconsciously took a step back.

"Come out when you're done." Far away, the man raised his lips and smiled at her: "It's my turn." ”

"Ahem...... Oh good! Ning Jiao nodded vigorously, stood in place for a moment, and still walked towards the other end.

No way, the way to go.

She hung her head, intending to slip over quickly, so that the embarrassment could be reduced, who didn't know if God wanted to watch a good show, Ning Jiao had just walked to the two of them, and suddenly a fluffy insect fell from the tree and fell in front of her, just a transparent silver filament hanging, just stopped in front of her.

Ning Jiao stopped violently, stared at the fluffy insect in front of her for a while, screamed quietly, her body softened, and fell backwards.

Between the lightning and flint, the man gave Guan Xiang a look, and she assisted in pushing Ning Jiao and pushing the person into Song Chumo's arms.

Ning Jiao, who was frightened by the fluffy insects, didn't notice their small movements, and fell into someone's arms and couldn't get up.

"Worms, bugs." She stammered, her heart still beating faster, frightened.

The bug was still furry, and I don't know what it was, it was green, and it had eight tentacles, and the tentacles were still shrinking.

Disgusting to death.

Ning Jiao seemed to have felt that there were insects crawling on her body, itching.

She had 10,000 words in her heart, and she wanted to scold it out but hindered Song Chumo's presence, so she couldn't say it, so she could only be aggrieved.

"Well, don't be afraid." Song Chumo glanced at Guan Xiang rewardingly, then retracted his gaze, and his gaze fell on the woman in his arms.

She was wearing clothes that she had ordered someone to buy, and the tulle fabric couldn't cover anything at all, even if she wore a belly pocket inside, but that outfit didn't play a role in covering up.

On the contrary, it adds a little charm.

Song Chumo licked his lips, "Can you get up?" ”

Ning Jiao was so frightened that her tone changed: "My legs are weak, I can't get up." ”

"Oh." The man bowed his head slightly, followed closely, and reached out to hug her, "Then I'll send you back." ”

Guan Xiang consciously came up to push the wheelchair.

It wasn't until she returned to the front yard that Ning Jiao's thoughts finally ran back from the bug.

The evening breeze blew at night, with a little coolness, Ning Jiao, who was only wearing a tulle similar to a cloak, felt a little cold, and at the same time realized how embarrassing her and Song Chumo's posture was.

She blushed, pressed one hand on the man, and tried to stand up, but her legs were still weak, and the person was coming back to her senses, her legs were not yet, and her body had just risen a little, and she sat back down.