Chapter 192

The cars parked outside are quite familiar.

Because there were so many things I had just experienced, I didn't want to come for a moment. I just looked at the two cars in a daze, but my brain didn't turn around and didn't think clearly who it was.

But in a daze, but for an instant.

When Qin Langjun got out of the car, he put his arms around my shoulder and took me to the house.

But when I entered the front door, I turned a corner. Instead of going directly through the front door, I went to a nearby house.

Next to, similar to a side door.

My heart fell slightly for a few minutes, but I still followed him, and the arc on my face still didn't fall.

Such curved lips have become my instinct.

I didn't ask him why he couldn't go in through the front door or what his intention was, but quietly followed him.

When I entered the side door and saw the inside, I knew what he meant by bringing me.

There is a dressing room here, and a woman, dressed in a sharp little suit, stands here with a slight drooping eyes and respectful attitude, "Mr. Qin, this is the clothes you want."

The moment I saw the pure white box open, I thought my idea was funny.

At this moment, I still think about things and have emotions that I shouldn't have.

"Change it."

His voice was hoarse, leaning against the wall, his legs straight and slender, and his deep eyes looked at me.

Without speaking, just standing here, there is a light but not negligible feeling lingering on my body.

The clothes in the box were simple and generous. What surprised me more was that the clothes I chose were just right without telling him my size.

There was a mirror in the dressing room. I was stunned in front of the mirror.

The skirt is not very eye-catching color. It is even more suitable than the one I wear today. The elegant color is not too publicity. The skirt is placed to the knee.

The appearance of being quiet and silent is really lined with this skirt, which is somewhat like a lovely lady.

I bent my lips in front of the mirror, and I also smiled in the mirror.

I lowered my eyelids, raised my feet and began to put on my shoes, but I was hooped from the back.

"What's the matter? Don't like it?"

Qin Langjun's chin was on my shoulder, and his voice was deep and dumb, clearly coming in from my ears.

The voice seemed to make my shoulders tremble.

When I looked up at the mirror, I happened to see his deep eyes in the mirror. He was also looking at me.

The narrow changing room is more narrow.

There is a steady stream of warmth on my back. It's all from him. He also looks at the mirror. This feeling is something I can't say.

It seems that there is an electric current running in from my fingertips and all over my body. I still have one shoe that I don't wear well and stand barefoot on the ground.

The ground here is covered with blankets. It's not very cold, but my toes are still bent and tight.

He looked at him with his forehead against his forehead and said, "no, I like it very much. It's just the right size."

I really like this skirt.

Whether it's design or color matching, it's enough for my appetite.

In my memory, it seems that I haven't worn such simple and pure clothes for a long time.

Since I decided to revenge Qin Si, my clothes and makeup have become publicity and flirtatious. For a long time, I even forgot what I used to be.

I don't remember what I like.

The things you like can't equal the things you need in the end, that's all.

"Let's go."

He let me go and took me out.

My clothes were thrown into the dustbin just now.

I looked at it with regret. If it wasn't torn, I still like that style, although it's not suitable for serious parents here.

"Like it very much?"

My move was seen by him. His footsteps paused slightly and asked.

I gathered my eyes, no longer looked over there, but raised my lips and said, "I don't like this one on my body. Let's go. Don't I have to see people?"

Go out from the side door, turn around and return to the front door. Push the door in from the front door.

The moment I wanted to go in, I remembered why I thought the car at the door was so familiar.

When Qin Langjun's mother talked to me and tried to get me away with money, it seemed that she was driving that car.

When I opened the door and went in, I felt so nervous.

I've seen a lot of people, both in ordinary positions and in high positions. People with various personalities should also pay a lot of experience.

But when I really went in, I was still a little uncomfortable and nervous.

Mr. Qin, I have hardly heard any news, but I can still hear the admiration of others from their conversation.

When the Qin family settled down, they got up by relying on old Qin. Unfortunately, I wasn't very interested at the beginning. After listening to a few words of appreciation and worship, I stopped listening.

The news and other people's views on master Qin are naturally relatively few.

I can't make a reference.

There were people in the house, but there was a little deviation from what I thought, and the deviation was not very big.

Qin Langjun's mother sat there. When she heard the news and looked at me, the smile on her face suddenly stiffened in the corner of her lips.

His face was suddenly ugly.

There is not even much time change, which is almost instantaneous.

I'm not surprised by her disgust. There are a lot of disputes and collisions between me and her. It's good to be able to maintain face.

"Aunt Qin."

Just because she looks ugly doesn't mean I look ugly.

I've seen her cold words countless times before, but now it's just a black face, and I don't feel it.

I thought one of the two cars outside would be Qin Si's, but I didn't expect it to be a strange face,

A man, some fat, also led a little girl doll.

"Uncle."

Hearing Qin Langjun's faint greeting voice, I just wanted to come over the relationship.

I looked more. Although I was fat and my facial features were deformed, I could vaguely see that there were some similarities between my eyebrows and eyes.

But soon my attention was turned to the little girl.

Wearing a pink skirt and a sheep's horn braid, he is tilting his head and looking at me with pure eyes. He doesn't know the world, but he is very clean.

I smiled at her, and she also looked up at me, with a fat arm like a lotus root, and waved it at me, like saying hello, pink and tender, like a small soft ball.