He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?" ”

"No, nothing ......"

Fang was still talking about the chief planner, but at the moment he was a little speechless, he scratched his head, and said, "It's just... It's so beautiful, it's not a derogatory term, probably no one would wear this dress so well. ”

"Yes, it's not about mastering white, it's about a perfect fit."

The tailor couldn't help but admire.

After a long while, until Jing Mian was about to sweat, the boss of the tailor's eldest brother retracted his attention and asked, "It seems that the cuffs and armpits can be tightened a little?" How is Mr. Jing dressed? ”

Jing Mian thought for a moment and replied truthfully, "I'm not sure, but it feels just right now." ”

The tailor brother asked, "Mr. Jing, do you still have the dress you wore at the last engagement banquet?" That set is a tightened version, you can take it now and take a look at it and compare it. ”

Jing Mian recalled that after the engagement banquet, he left the banquet hall with Mr. Ren and went to the dormitory to move things together.

But before that, because it was not convenient to wear, he had already changed into his own clothes before leaving, and the dress was put into a bag and placed in the back seat of Mr. Ren's car.

So Mr. Ren must know where it is.

Jing Mian said: "Please wait a moment, I will ask my husband." ”

Then he turned and went upstairs.

Mr. Ren was probably in the study at the moment, Jing Mian thought, if Mr. Ren didn't have time to answer, he would look for it himself.

It's just that, unlike usual, the study at this time is not lit up.

The man seemed to be just making a temporary phone call here.

The door was not closed, Jing Mian knocked twice, but did not get a response from Mr. Ren, so he leaned over and walked in gently.

When I went in, I found that the study was empty.

Just as Jing Mian was about to leave, he suddenly stopped, because Mr. Ren also happened to come in from outside the door.

The two looked at each other, but they didn't have time to avoid it.

Jing Mian's white dress may have been in a hurry and didn't take it off.

The apricot eyes are shaded by the pale falling light, the neck extends to the white neckline, outlining the youth, and a few strands of hair hang down, against the light, like a freeze-frame painting.

Ming Qingjun is beautiful, clean without a trace of impurities, and the beautiful and fair neck and shoulders, the white dress sets off the narrow waistline, which is especially eye-catching.

It's hard not to help but have a turbulent undercurrent.

Jing Mian also noticed that the atmosphere seemed to be suddenly delicate.

It seems to be heating up silently, gradually becoming bewitching, and even the breathing is inexplicably dry, and ...... It's a little too close.

The last time this happened was back to the day Xiao Chen was caught tying a tie, and then the unfinished kiss.

The Adam's apple slid unconsciously, and Jing Mian felt Mr. Ren grasp his forearm, his back close to the wall.

- Mr. Ren wants to kiss him.

In a trance, I secretly made this clear in my heart.

It's hard to think, because Jingmian's brain is also close to inoperable now.

Only the heart is beating wildly.

It's just that Mr. Ren stopped suddenly, and his voice was a little depressed:

"Wait, let's go downstairs first."

Jing Mian's throat moved, a little confused: "...... What? ”

……

"Let's just say, the wedding dress is very suitable."

Mr. Ren's throat tightened, and he said in a low voice:

"Let them go."

Chapter 25

Jing Mian went downstairs.

With each step he toaded, he could faintly perceive that the brighter and brighter lights downstairs and the hidden darkness behind him were intertwined, merged, and separated.

The weakness of the heel is probably the sequelae of Mr. Ren talking in his ear just now.

He thought to himself, if he fell down the stairs at this time...... Then he will definitely become the most unproductive head of the household in history.

Mr. Ren didn't do anything, and he had no reason to be nervous.

Jing Mian greeted a few guests slightly, thanked him, and said that he had written down the wedding process, and the dress was very suitable, and there was no need to trim it again.

The three of them looked at each other, a little dazed.

After all, the conversation was still in full swing, but now Mr. Jing obviously revealed a hint of chasing customers?

Although he was reluctant to ask, Mr. Tailor was still vaguely aware of Jing Mian's unusual look, and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Jing, are you feeling unwell?" Your face is a little red......"

Jing Mian was stunned for a moment, and seemed to realize it.

At this moment, as far as the eye could see, the young man was dyed red even with his earlobes.

The young man pondered for a moment, his voice lowered a little, and said embarrassedly: "No...... No discomfort, maybe not rested well. ”

"Okay, let's leave first, Mr. Jing rest early."

Although they don't know why, even if they are sluggish, they also consciously get up at this time and say goodbye to Jingmian.

After the guests left.

The house also became silent.

Jing Mian turned around and went upstairs.

I didn't feel relieved, but my heart became more and more tense and beat hard.

Although the scene was cleared, the delicate atmosphere had long passed, and Jing Mian was relieved to himself.

The door of the study was still ajar and dark, as if he were luring himself closer as when he had left.

But Jing Mian knew,

This time, there was an extra Mr. Ren in the study.

The young man pushed the door open.

From light to dark, he needed some time to get used to the darkness, but he could vaguely glimpse the general scene inside the house through the light moonlight.

Mr. Ren leaned back at his desk, as if waiting for him.

Instead of dealing with official business, or putting in work, or swiping your phone to pass the time, I ...... Just waiting for him.

There seemed to be an inexplicable gravitational pull, just by glimpsing such a picture, Jing Mian couldn't take his eyes off.

He walked in, his heart beating even harder than before.

Jing Mian was a little curious, what kind of mood Mr. Ren was waiting for him.

But this kind of question, with his character, cannot be asked, so the answer will never be known.

Hearing the voice, Mr. Ren raised his eyes and paused, Jing Mian couldn't see the other party's face clearly, but he could feel that the man's eyes seemed to fall on him.

Jing Mian said softly: "Mr. Ren? ”

Without waiting for Mr. Ren to speak, the doorbell suddenly rang downstairs.

Mr. Tailor's face appeared on the screen next to the entrance, and he said, "Mr. Jing, are you there?" Please open the door, we got the wrong dress for your engagement party......" The voice passed through the earpiece, but it did not reach the second floor.

But when Jing Mian heard the doorbell, he subconsciously wanted to turn around and go downstairs, he reached out and pulled the door of the study.

Who knows, before his fingertips touched the handle, the other hand stretched out from his side, and the force in the opposite direction slammed hard.

The study door was shut.

The vision plunged into complete darkness.

Jing Mian's heart beat sluggishly.

Mr. Ren leaned over slightly, encircled his posture from behind, the back of his neck was pressed against the close jaw, he could vaguely smell the familiar faint aroma, the man's hand did not move, cutting off all opportunities for him to go out, and only asked in a low voice: "Where are you going?" ”

Jing Mian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled with it, he forced his mind to calm down, and said in a low voice:

"There's a knock on the door...... Hmm"

He was kissed on the lips.

The kiss when he turned back quickly turned into a flip and was pressed against the edge of the door and the wall, and he was wrapped around the waist and the back of his neck without beaking, unable to breathe.

This time

Near hypoxia.

There was not even a chance to dodge a little, the trembling electricity spread from the back of his neck to his back with heat, Jing Mian subconsciously closed his eyes, and all his senses became more and more intense and clear.

The kiss was completely different from the last time, the man's fingertips rubbed against the back of his neck, the air was plundered clean, and he almost took the person into his belly, and the tip of his tongue was stirring and trembling.

So much so that after Jing Mian was let go in the dark,

He lowered his head and couldn't help but open his mouth to breathe.

The beating of the heart was too violent.

With the breath mixed together, I don't know which one is more noisy.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes slowly turned red, and the adrenaline rush and the lack of oxygen that lasted for dozens of seconds made his eyes unconsciously contain an irrepressible mist.

Blur little by little.

If you blink hard at this moment, tears will inevitably fall.

Jing Mian also realized that on the first snow at the door of Maple Leaf last time, Mr. Ren asked for his opinion, and when he kissed him for the first time, the man somewhat restrained most of it.

Probably because he was a child, he was afraid that he would be scared.