Due to the particularity of the clothes themselves, the clerk waited for the person to pick up the clothes before starting to pack them.

In order to avoid creases and other problems, the clerk carefully put it in a custom-made bag, and then checked it three times to confirm that it was correct before giving it out.

But her movements were not hidden, and Sophia, who was standing in the store, naturally saw it.

"Sell me this one, and I'll pay five times the price." Sophia raised her chin, her posture full of pride. "I don't care about your rudeness."

It was as if in her mind, such a price was already a handout or a gift, and the other party should be grateful to Dade for accepting and offering what she wanted.

It's a pity that this is Sophia's self-inflicted amorousness.

The man didn't pay attention to what these people were talking about, and as for the clerk, he wouldn't talk about what to sell or not.

"Take it." The clerk handed the bag directly to the man, and then watched the other person leave.

Jiang Weiyang stared at the man's back, thought of what he had just heard, and looked at the clerk and asked more.

"Did Murong Qiao buy it?" She asked.

Seeing the other party say the name and question, the clerk subconsciously glanced at his screen, and then showed a look of surprise.

"We keep guest information confidential." The clerk didn't say.

But Jiang Weiyang had already learned his answer from her reaction.

Sophia next to her was still paying attention to the dress at first, and then she heard the word "Murong" several times in succession, and her eyes drifted over.

Although she doesn't understand the phone, these two words have been heard many times when she once knew Huo Yichen and Murong Qiao.

Does this person know Murong Qiao?

Sophia's vague gaze fell on Jiang Weiyang beside her, and her thoughts turned a thousand times.

It was Jiang Weiyang, who was thinking about Murong Qiao in his heart, and he didn't notice Sophia's reaction.

Clothes are impossible to buy.

Jiang Weiyang made a judgment in his heart, and then looked at the name of the designer under the window that was not for sale, thinking that this person seemed to have a good relationship with his brother, and had an idea in his heart.

If the identity of the person in front of her is satisfactory enough, she can use her brother's name to order one.

"I know the designer, and if you like it, maybe you can do it again." Jiang Weiyang pondered and spoke.

Before she figured out the details of this obviously foreign girl, Jiang Weiyang's interest only increased.

Sophia was still thinking about the other party saying Murong Qiao's name, although she was annoyed by the dress, but now there was something that made her more concerned, so Sophia simply followed Jiang Weiyang's words.

With this conversation, the two learned each other's names.

Although in the first meeting just now, Sophia's insistence on skirts made people feel that they didn't have much affection, but Jiang Weiyang, who had the same thoughts, could understand Sophia's mood very well.

Even in the following conversation, the other party's decent performance and temperament made Jiang Weiyang even more fond of this Sophia.

……

The afternoon is a time to snooze, especially as the sun begins to dip in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, which are almost unobstructed.

The golden light seems to have a temperature, arbitrarily dividing the office, so that the appearance of light and shadow outlines the layering of the space, but the beauty of this life is not appreciated by the people in the room, but it makes her a little drowsy.

Murong Qiao originally came to the Huo family to find Huo Yichen, but after learning that the other party was in a meeting, he sat on the sofa in the office and waited for someone.

As a result, waiting and waiting, the person changed from sitting to lying on his stomach.

The feeling of the sun shining on the body is like covering a weightless quilt, and the warmth seduces the sleepiness in the body and begins to trouble.

"Hmm-" Murong Qiao had to yawn cooperatively.

Before she came, she had been walking around the street with Ruan Ying and Shen Xi for more than two hours, and now she gradually relaxed, her body relaxed, and her eyelids began to fight.

She could almost be said to have no resistance to being attacked by sleepiness, and then fell asleep beautifully.

It was only after a few moments that two inappropriate footsteps came towards the office.

"This is the result of my investigation, you-"

Ye Zhen followed behind Huo Yichen and was about to hand in his investigation report, but the next second, he saw Huo Yichen push open the door of the office and stand at the door.

He looked at Huo Yichen standing for some reason, but when he took a step further, he saw Murong Qiao sleeping on the sofa.

"Report to me, you can go back first." Huo Yichen spoke softly.

Even if the distance from the door to the sofa did not allow their voice to reach Murong Qiao's ears, Huo Yichen still subconsciously lowered his voice.

Ye Zhen nodded knowingly, and didn't even say "good".

Huo Yichen walked in with the report, even if he deliberately lightened his steps, the sound of his shoes colliding and rubbing against the floor was still a little obvious in the silence.

Ye Zhen should be asked to lay a carpet.

Huo Yichen raised his eyebrows, and then after putting the things on the desk, his eyes couldn't stop shifting to Murong Qiao.

His gaze stayed on Murong Qiao's peaceful sleeping face, and then swiped down to the tip of his delicate nose and the pale pink lips like petals, and—

As well as red marks and arms pressed on the cheeks due to the strange sleeping position.

…… If you really let people sleep like this, I'm afraid that if you wake up, your arms will be unconscious, and it will not be comfortable.

Huo Yichen frowned, then hesitated for only a moment, then reached out and planned to pick up Murong Qiao and take the person to the lounge.

Probably feeling the familiar breath, Murong Qiao did not resist Huo Yichen's embrace in the slightest, and even when he was picked up, his arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck.

Huo Yichen felt the subconscious closeness to herself in her actions, and couldn't help but hook her lips, the mood that was terrible because of the memories just now was also a lot happier at the moment.

He took his steps as lightly as possible, took Murong Qiao to push open the door of the lounge, and then lifted the quilt and was about to put the person on the bed and let go, when he met Murong Qiao's misty open eyes.

“…… Achen? Her voice sounded a little slurred, with the sleepiness she had just woken up.

Huo Yichen said "um", "Let's go to sleep." ”

He wanted to let go and cover the other party's cup, but Murong Qiao didn't cooperate, but took advantage of the posture that the two were not separated, hugged his neck, and pulled Huo Yichen with a tiny force that was almost imperceptible.

Huo Yichen lowered his head cooperatively, and received a kiss that was parted with one touch.

The originally warm and harmonious atmosphere changed at the moment of separation of this kiss, and Huo Yichen's thoughts were the same.

"I'm waiting for you to come......," Murong Qiao said, and couldn't help but yawn.

Although he had only slept for a short while, Murong Qiao suddenly felt a little reluctant to wake up when he opened his eyes and saw that it was Huo Yichen.

She likes the hazy sleepiness surrounding her, and she doesn't want Huo Yichen to leave after kissing, her fingertips hook the other party's dry and warm palms, and her cheeks can't help but make a sweet smile with dimples.

The long hair that was originally tied up was scattered between the beds at this time, bending in a jet-black and beautiful arc, which lined her skin with porcelain white, like a beautiful and delicate doll.

Huo Yichen followed her, "I'm sorry, the meeting has been going on for a long time." ”

(End of chapter)