When Huo Ting heard this, he frowned, who dared to say that his Shu Shu was very earthy.

Immediately instructed Han Chen: "Notify the top designers in Huaguo, and report to Luojia tomorrow!" ”

"Yes, sir!"

Luo Xiaoshu bit her lip, and her eyes dimmed: "Isn't it, even you think I'm dirty." ”

Huo Ting shouted injustice: "No, Shu Shu is the best-looking." ”

Luo Xiaoshu drooped his head, looking like he couldn't bring up any interest at all.

"But some people say that I am very dirty, how do you think you can take a fancy to how I am dirty?"

"Shu Shu, in my eyes, you look the best, no matter how you dress, everyone is less than one ten-thousandth of you in my eyes!"

When it comes to love words, Huo Tingshen talks about the second, and no one dares to call it the first.

"Really?"

"Of course it's true!"

Huo Tingshen held her little hand with his big hand, why did his Shu Shu ask this question today, what happened?

Sitting in the car, all the way back to the night park, Luo Xiaoshu kept staring at the scenery outside the window, and his eyes were as clear as a deer on weekdays, as if he was hiding a lot of things inside.

Luo Xiaoshu blinked, her man Huo Tingshen was so good, she had to match him.

Back in the night garden, Luo Xiaoshu pedaled back to his room alone and locked himself up.

Huo Tingshen, who was standing in the living room, had an extra layer of anger on his body. The expression on his face instantly cooled, and his sword eyebrows frowned.

"Investigate, what happened in school today"

"Yes, sir!"

in the room.

Luo Xiaoshu sat in front of the vanity mirror, looking at the limited edition cosmetics and skin care products on it.

In the past, she had never been exposed to these, and she was a new novice who couldn't be new anymore.

On weekdays, she saw Luo Yun'er smearing these things on her face.

Luo Xiaoshu tried to pick up one of the boxes of blush, and the soft puff gently pounced on her little face, and her cheeks suddenly became powdery.

Luo Xiaoshu bent her eyebrows, and under her own random toss, she could be regarded as putting on a makeup for herself.

As the saying goes, people rely on clothes, and Buddha depends on gold.

The makeup on this face is all done, and of course it's time to choose clothes.

Luo Xiaoshu walked to the wardrobe, and the dresses hanging in it were all the latest season's skirts, which were basically designed by Huo Tingshen according to her size, which was unique.

Luo Xiaoshu looked at how many skirts there were in front of her, and was a little dazzled, so she simply picked up a white cotton dress casually.

It was a bandeau design, the delicate collarbone leaked into the air, the delicate skin was as white as jade porcelain, and the length of the skirt was just to the base of her thighs, leaking out two slender long legs.

Luo Xiaoshu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, pulling the hem of her skirt a little timidly.

The first time she wore a short skirt, she was very unaccustomed to it, and muttered quietly: who designed the design of this skirt, why it is short, the top can't cover it, and the bottom can't cover it.

Downstairs, Huo Tingshen was worried that Luo Xiaoshu, who had been locked in the room, would suffocate himself.

When I walked to the door, the hidden crack was gently pushed open.

Luo Xiaoshu bent slightly to her waist, her long hair hung down on her chest, very skillfully blocking the looming spring light, a pair of small hands tugging at the hem of her skirt, and her little face was very entangled.

Huo Tingshen only felt that his lower abdomen was tight, his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and the snow white on Luo Xiaoshu's chest almost fell into his eyes.