He doesn't know if he has worked hard for women in his life.

All he knew was that he wanted to fight her hard right now.

The perennial smile on his face was gone.

He clutched the test paper and looked at her with a cold look in his eyes.

What does this woman want to do?

Jiang Cha Cha: "Tongzi, you are awesome!" ”

[I'm omnipotent, you don't understand this, turtle! 】

Ginger Tea Tea: ......

It's a real dog.

She thinks that sometimes you really can't give the dog a good look, otherwise it will kick its nose in the face.

The driver has stopped the car.

She didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and she didn't care what mood Wen Huaizhi was, so she opened the car door and got out of the car.

She turned around and saw that Huaizhi was still sitting in the car and did not move, she continued to smile: "Why hasn't the president gotten out of the car yet?" ”

"Isn't the Elder a dishonest person?"

Under the sun, she smiles happily, and anyone will be infected by her smile.

She smiled so happily, but Wen Huaizhi just wanted to tear her smiling face.

He smiled as well: "Of course I will keep my promise." ”

After saying that, he got out of the car with gloomy eyes.

Jiang Chacha didn't expect it, but just looked out the window by chance, and was so lucky to find such a clothing store.

If there is really something missing, God will send it.

It's still free!!

Although, there is a little immorality to do this, but who let him lose?

And he is usually so immoral, her little pit on him is not too much, right?

Seeing that Jiang Chacha, who was walking in front, he pushed open the glass door lightly, and Wen Huaizhi wrinkled the door slightly, and also walked in.

He never understood what she was trying to do.

She calculated him with all her heart, just for a dress?

And, how exactly did she solve that problem?

This shop is a studio set up by a foreign niche designer, and there is only one store in the country, the store only sells skirts, skirts of various styles, it is said that each skirt is the designer's original design, and each design is only handmade.

That is to say, the dress you buy is unique in this world.

This kind of light luxury brand that pursues individuality serves the people who are naturally upper-class ladies and daughters, and of course, there are also actresses in the entertainment industry who are privately customized here.

As soon as Jiang Chacha walked in, she was almost blinded by the extravagant lights in the studio, every brick here made her feel so rich, and the decoration gave people a feeling of poverty and luxury.

Wen Huaizhi walked up to her side, glanced at her, and his jaw approached her.

His eyes were as cold as water, and his mouth was slightly hooked as always, "Vice President, what exactly do you want to do." ”

"What? I just want a dress. ”

“……”

He really didn't expect that she calculated him, and it was really just for a skirt.

Seeing that Jiang Chacha asked the clerk to take off the skirt she had just seen displayed in the window, and then went to the fitting room to try it on, Wen Huaizhi was silent.

When he had nothing to do, he listened to the clerk's young lady explain to him the origin and inspiration of the design of each skirt very enthusiastically.

Wait until you hear the price.

Wen Huaizhi was silent.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

She picked a good spot.

Money is not a problem, but Wen Huaizhi can't figure it out.

He couldn't figure out which step was wrong to get to such a point.

He would even pay the vice president a skirt?

Or do you come to the store with her to buy a dress in person?

A crack appeared on Wen Huaizhi Sven's face, and it gradually became gloomy.

He still couldn't figure it out.

He hated the woman.

Listening to the clerk's explanation, Wen Huaizhi had no patience at all, and he would only become more and more irritable. He gently asked the clerk to leave, and his words were just the right courtesy, and when he saw the clerk looking at him with admiration, he left quietly and no longer bothered him.

He didn't have any expression on his face, he didn't even bother to laugh, he was irritable.

Smoking is not allowed in the shop.

Although customers like him smoked, the clerk didn't dare to say anything.

Wen Huaizhi pushed open the glass door, stood on the side of the road, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and played with the silver lighter in his hand for a while before lighting the fire.

He chewed down on a cigarette and lowered his head to keep it out of flames.

He happened to be standing outside the window at this time, inside the glass window was a pale yellow brilliant warm light, at this time the sky gradually darkened, turning into a dark blue, his person was cold, even the complexion became cold white, but the stubble close to the glass window, and the stiff suit fabric on the shoulders, were wrapped in a layer of warm yellow light.

It's like a warm fire melting ice.

The wind blew the black stubble on his forehead, the collar and corners of his uniform fluttered, and the flame of the lighter swayed with the wind, and the pale yellow flame shone into his deep dark eyes, spreading a layer of scorching temperature.

The wind continued to blow, and with a snap, he closed the lid of the lighter without emotion, put it in his pocket casually, and pinched the cigarette with the other hand, and smoked.

The pale white smoke blurred his eyebrows, as if it polished his temperament and made him look more story-telling and flavorful.

His appearance attracted many girls walking by with shopping bags on the side of the road.

Seeing that they were all blushing and peeking at him, Wen Huaizhi squeezed his hand on the cigarette for a moment, and then bent his fox eyes and smiled softly at them.

Such an elegant noble son made such a move to himself, and the faces of those girls turned even redder, not to leave quickly and shyly, but to hesitate to come forward and ask him for a contact information.

The darker it gets, the brighter it gets in the window.

Wen Huaizhi took another muffled puff of cigarette, turned sideways slightly, looked inside, and saw that Jiang Chacha had changed into that skirt, and she was carefully carrying the skirt out of the dressing room.

The mermaid skirt has always been the most test of the figure.

Wearing it, under this demanding skirt design, any slight flaw in the figure will be magnified countless times.

It tests the female body line.

The one that Jiang Cha Cha picked in the muddle was a bandeau style, her snow-white swan neck and arms were exposed in the air, and her delicate skin inexplicably exuded a fragrant scent.

She walked slowly to the giant floor-to-ceiling mirror.

From his point of view, she was sideways.

So that he can more intuitively appreciate her slender waist and the full buttocks that are propped up.

Wen Huaizhi's face was expressionless, stunned for a moment, and then took a puff of cigarette with a heart.

Well.

Let's take a cigarette and calm down.