Murong said and stopped suddenly.

She found that Bo Qing's face was a little unsightly.

He just looked at her expressionlessly, he couldn't say that he was angry or not, but Murong Xuxu just knew that he was angry.

"But the way you look now, you really don't look as good as you used to." Murong pouted and muttered dissatisfiedly.

Bo Qing stared at her for a long time, and suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly.

I know that her mind is similar to that of a child now, so why do you have to worry about all this?

It's silly bubbling to think about.

Putting the towel that put her hair on her head mischievously, Bo Qing got up and went to the next room to find a dress and throw it to her.

"Change your clothes and go downstairs for dinner."

Murong looked at the clothes in his hand, a skirt, a triangular rag that I don't know what it was, and a piece that was as soft as two steamed buns and didn't know what it was.

"Brother, what kind of clothes is this?"

Murong Xuxu carried the soft thing like two steamed buns and asked loudly about Bo Qing who was about to go out.

Bo Qing looked at her with an innocent face, and something seemed to fall down with a bang in her head.

"Aren't you wearing one? You don't know what? ”

Bo Qing asked her a little embarrassed, very doubtful that this little fool was deliberately playing tricks on him.

"What are you wearing? I don't even know what it is, what do I have to wear? ”

Murong looked at this strange thing vividly, and tried to think about whether he had worn it.

Bo Qing's gaze quickly swept around her.

Murong Xuxu was wearing his shirt and trousers, the buttons were tightly buttoned, and the range of movements was a bit large, judging from the floating in front, she really didn't seem to be wearing it......

Bo Qing was a little embarrassed, and almost turned around and went downstairs as if he was running away.

A few minutes later, a maid about the same age as Murong Xuxu came up to teach her how to dress.

Finally knowing what those two steamed bun-like clothes were for, Murong Xuxu was very embarrassed.

Thinking that she was asking her brother so loudly just now, she was even more embarrassed.

My brother must know what it was for, and when she asked her just now, would my brother think she was shameless and shameless?

"Miss Sheng, the meal is ready, I'll help you downstairs."

"Do you think brother, will he think I'm rude?" Murong asked the maid in a panic.

The maid silently rolled her eyes to the sky.

"No, you've done a lot of strange things, Mr. is already immune, Miss Sheng, Mr. has been waiting for you for a long time, I'll help you go down to eat."

It didn't matter whether Murong Xu was willing or not, he forcibly pulled her up and walked downstairs.

The maid's attitude was very weak, but Murong Xuxu felt that she had caused enough trouble in the past two days, and she was afraid that her brother would dislike her, so she endured it silently.

Although when she passed on the street during the day, Murong Xuxu knew that the people here were dressed very boldly, but she was still very shy when she was really dressed with her arms and legs exposed, and when she came down, she kept pulling her skirt with her hands, wanting to pull it a little longer, and then a little longer.

"What's wrong? Clothes that don't fit? ”

Bo Qing raised her head and looked at her squirming, and couldn't help frowning.

"Brother, this skirt is too short." Murong looked at her vividly, looking like he was about to cry.

The skirt was just up to Murong's lifelike knees, which was just right in Bo Qing's opinion.

"You have a plaster cast on your feet, and you can't wear anything else, so when your feet are well, you can wear whatever you want." As he spoke, he helped her to the table and sat down.

Originally, I thought that with the current nature of this little fool, he would be very noisy when eating, but in fact, on the contrary, the dinner table was very quiet, except for the slight sound of chewing, there was almost no sound, and it was obviously strictly trained.