He Jing was shocked.

Her pupils trembled slightly, and the tip of her heart seemed to have become a string and was plucked violently.

She turned around and called out slightly, "Third brother."

He Zhou sneered again, and said without any yin and yang weirdness: "It's useless, so I'm crying."

He Jing shook his head, he didn't know that she had a lot before her death, a superior family background, beautiful appearance, excellent education and financial status, but no one had ever prepared a gift for her so carefully, and solemnly said "Happy Birthday" to her.

Every year on her birthday, she would soak in the hot springs, shake her glass to bless herself, and say to herself, "He Jing, you will be better next year", but there was no response, and she could only drink the wine in one gulp.

No one could understand what kind of mood she was in now, she sniffed, took a step forward, her forehead was against He Zhou's chest, and shouted, "Third brother."

He Zhou lowered his head, the gloom between his eyebrows turned into clear clouds, and his hand lightly rested on the back of her head.

He whispered, "It's just a little bit nice to you, you're so touched, and a little bit better to you, so what's the point?"

He Jing buried herself in his arms, and her voice was muffled: "I don't mind that the third brother is better for me."

He Zhou snorted: "You think beautifully, Xiaoyi is the most important thing in my heart."

He Jing's tone was calm: "Oh-"

He Jingcai didn't mind who was more important in He Zhou's heart, and she felt that it was enough to get so much.

Hearing He Jing's reaction, He Zhou didn't feel very embarrassed, he frowned, pushed He Jing out of his arms, and said, "Try it."

So, He Jing tried.

In the end, I didn't measure the size, and the effect of the upper body of the skirt was different from what He Zhou thought, but He Jing was very satisfied, she took the skirt around in front of He Zhou, and asked with a smile, "Is it good-looking?"

He Zhou: "...... It's beautiful."

He Jing smiled brightly at him, "Thank you, Third Brother."

He Zhou was almost blinded by He Jing's smile.

Yes, what if it's flawed, He Jing likes it.

He didn't have to do everything to be a perfectionist.

It's good that He Jing likes it.

This skirt looks so good on her, although the waist is a little looser, she still looks so slender and slender, although the stitches of the shoulder flowers are not very compact, it also perfectly sets off her shoulder line and neckline.

She is a flower fairy who accidentally strayed into the mortal world, and she is extremely beautiful.

He Zhou said slowly, "Xiaoyi invited us to the ball, but we unanimously decided not to go."

He Jing stopped and raised his eyes, surprised: "Why?"

If Cheng Yi has extra invitations for them, they can go!

"We can't go there and disgrace you." He Zhou said solemnly, "We have never been in and out of such an occasion, we don't know how to dance, and we don't know music, but you are different from us."

"He Jing, you are a daughter."

Even without the identity of Miss Qianjin, she is still radiant.

It's not a daughter, it's better than a daughter, it's her.

They all agreed that that place was her show, that they couldn't be her bond, and that once they did go, someone would gossip about her.

He Jing was stunned, she had never thought about these problems, and she didn't feel that she was any different from them, if there must be any difference, it was only one point - she was worn.

"Third brother, I'm He Jing, we're no different."