Chapter 53

At this time, Liao Zhenbo wanted to tell her that there was no fiancee at all, but he swallowed the words he was about to blurt out.

He can't.

Yes, he can't.

In the case of her heart is not clear, he can not give her the opportunity to be instigated.

"Just wear this one." He didn't explain too much, just handed over a long white skirt with sloping shoulders.

Fu Xiaoqian didn't reach out to pick it up. She leaned back around the quilt, as if there were some monsters in front of her.

"You want me to dress you?" Liao Zhenbo comes up to Fu Xiaoqian suddenly. His beautiful face is like a god carved face, which is magnified in front of Fu Xiaoqian's eyes. He always has a smile on his bright face. His smile is very soft, but very real. In a flash, Fu Xiaoqian seemed to see a strong smile in her cold eyes.

This eye did not dispel Fu Xiaoqian's sudden rise of shame, is this man always so bad? She gouged out Liao Zhenbo and made an effort to ignore him.

"Well, I'll stop teasing you." He hung the white silk skirt on the floor hanger, turned and walked out to the dressing room, "put it on and come out. I'll wait for you outside."

As if thinking of something, Liao Zhenbo, who is about to pull the door to leave, pauses and throws down a sentence, "these are all for you." Then, gently bring the door, left.

It was just a light word before she left, but it was like a flash of lightning, splitting into Fu Xiaoqian's heart. After a moment of stupidity, she suddenly turned around and stared at the closed door. For a time, she thought it was her own auditory hallucination.

All for her? How could it be? She didn't believe it.

Fu Xiaoqian stood up from the sofa, his silky quilt was just like the silk on top of the fine suede jade. It was just the breeze that brought her down.

For the first time, she had never studied her body so carefully.

She used to wear a baggy T-shirt and jeans, so much so that she didn't even know what size she was wearing. She looked back at the snow-white silk skirt hanging from the hanger.

Fu Xiaoqian, who graduated from fashion design, can see at a glance that this skirt is very simple, but its importance lies in its skillful tailoring. For example, it is tailor-made for someone, and if there is more, it will look loose. If you lose a point, you'll be tied up and out of breath.

Suddenly she was afraid, and her outstretched hand was in the air, hesitating.

Such a situation has never occurred, but today, just now, she has a feeling of worrying about gain and loss.

She is afraid of

Want to study deeply, just discover, even she doesn't know what to be afraid of.

She took the clothes off the hanger and put them in. Fit, really fit, there is no difference.

Slender body, long black hair, white skin without pores, in the white skirt, it seems to give birth to a bit of fairyland. The original pink cheek with a bit of sweet, with a bit of shame, like a blooming Begonia, delicate as if to drip water.

Fu Xiaoqian covered her face with her hands. The velvet touch on her face was like a light feather touching her heart.

Huo Ran, a voice from the bottom of her heart hit her heart. Today, she seems to be too addicted to the shock he brought to her, "Fu Xiaoqian, you can't and shouldn't be like this." Zhuoran is the one you should care about. She was staring at the girl in the mirror with black hair pouring down, wearing a white skirt with slanting shoulders, as ethereal as a fairy.

The dark eyes like stars reflect two beautiful faces, but there is a rare sadness floating on them.

Sad?

She was frightened by the word that flashed through her mind. She released a hand and patted it in the mirror to cover her face.

Can't see, her eyes began to have the light of escape, she suddenly opened the door of the dressing room. On the other side of the door, a man was standing in front of her with a glass of warm water. He said, "come on, have a glass of warm water to warm your stomach. Then we'll go downstairs for dinner. "

Such a powerful emporium overlord, but very disharmonious holding a glass of water waiting at the door.

No, it's harmonious.

Fu Xiaoqian calmly took the crystal cup, raised her head and poured it down, "cough..."

Just, her mind is not in drinking water, holding the cup hand a little trembling, she wanted to cover up, but did not want to embarrass himself more.

This is not the first time, she always seems to be so impatient in front of him, and she can't hold her mind.

"What a child." Liao Zhenbo patted Fu Xiaoqian on the back with one hand, took the cup from her hand and put it on the cabinet. He said, "is there a wolf dog chasing you?"

"Cough, no, cough, it's you wolf dog." Fu Xiaoqian is a little angry. She jerks her arm back to avoid Liao Zhenbo's hand patting her on the back. Xu is a little too hard, backward feet mistakenly stepped on the floor of the skirt, "ah ~ ~"Liao Zhenbo reacts quickly. He takes Fu Xiaoqian into his arms with a long arm.

Just now, she was choked for no reason, and almost fell down. Fu Xiaoqian put all these charges on Liao Zhenbo's head, and the pink fist fell on Liao Zhenbo's chest like rain.

Liao Zhenbo, whose old wounds have not yet been fully healed, hums. His cold eyes are now full of doting. Leaning forward, she printed a gentle kiss on her fragrant hair, "yes, I'm a wolf dog." There was a trace of helplessness in the low alcohol voice, "I'm willing to be a wolf dog who loves you."

I don't know what the reason is, Fu Xiaoqian is silent, and her heart is full of thoughts. She is trying to figure out how to let a bully who turns her hand over for the cloud and hands over for the rain say such a humble word. The first time to update

is not true, but the "Dong Dong Dong" sound on her ear let her know that all this is happening so truly.

"Come on, honey, have another drink. Slow down Liao Zhenbo's voice sounded above her head, soft and soft, just like the willow branches blowing across the lake in spring. He took the cup of water that he had just put down, measured the water temperature with his other hand, and then handed it to her.

The man was very careful. Fu Xiaoqian's eyelashes trembled and sipped along the edge of the cup.

"False kindness." Fu Xiaoqian, who was so angry, seemed to get the reason and began to be unforgiving.

"Yes, yes, yes, my truest Miss Fu, can your husband invite you down to dinner?" Liao Zhenbo squatted down, took up Fu Xiaoqian's skirt and put it on his hand. After ensuring that it was convenient for Fu Xiaoqian to walk, he extended his hand to Fu Xiaoqian.

Is this man so gentle to every woman? Fu Xiaoqian found that her thoughts began to be out of her control again.

She seems a little reluctant, but the skirt is in someone else's hand, and he does it for her consideration. After all, she hands her hand over and lets Liao Zhenbo hold it gently.

The palm is very warm, just like his eyes at the moment. The amber eyes radiate warm and soft light, which makes her feel like she is in a large area of cotton.

Night like splash ink, in this dream like night endless spread.

Fu Xiaoqian just stepped out of the villa and unconsciously looked up at the sky. Today, the night sky is very lonely. There are a few scattered stars in the sky, hanging high, far and cold, like ghost eyes, with cunning indifference, overlooking all the sad and ridiculous stories in the world.

This is not a night to go out for a walk. There is no wind. In other parts of G City, it may be too hot to breathe. However, Liao Zhenbo used his inexhaustible money to build a picturesque house with spring all the year round.

Even this night is not seen outside, even in the city has been looking for no trace of here is everywhere. The tiny creatures, just like the flowing stars, embellish the desolate night with infinite vitality, as if the Milky Way hanging in the sky fell into the human world, which is real and unreal.

Fu Xiaoqian gently took her hand out of Liao Zhenbo's palm, and crept toward the lanterns. She opened her arms and suddenly closed her palms together, as if holding something precious. She did not dare to open it easily, but separated a gap and squinted carefully.

Then she smiles and turns to look at Liao Zhenbo, happy as a child. That pair of dark eyes seemed to gather the brightest light between heaven and earth, so dazzling that Liao Zhenbo couldn't move his eyes.

Liao Zhenbo, who has been standing in the same place, is also infected with her pure joy. He sticks his hand to Fu Xiaoqian's arched palms and entices her to open it slowly. The firefly trapped in Fu Xiaoqian's palm didn't fly away immediately, but slowly swam between her palm and finger pulp.

"Do you like it?" Liao Zhenbo's voice is very light, like a breeze, but the breath is domineering with her.

"Well." Just one syllable has already expressed Fu Xiaoqian's whole thoughts.

Yes, she does.

But this like is not enough to express all her feelings, should use love, seems to be more appropriate.

Fu Xiaoqian thinks that the day of Liao house is enough to shock her, but she never thinks that the night of Liao house is really like a fairyland.

All this, Fu Xiaoqian had built in a dream, but did not dare to expect it to really exist in reality. Now she saw it, and it was within her reach, but she was afraid.

She was afraid that she would be too nostalgic, afraid that the day she left would not give up.

"Don't you say you haven't had dinner yet? Let's go. " Fu Xiaoqian took a look around her eyes at the flow of lights in the garden and turned to go back to the restaurant.

"No hurry." At the moment when Fu Xiaoqian wants to cross Liao Zhenbo, Liao Zhenbo reaches out and grabs her rouyi, and the other hand rings her slender waist. The waist can't be grasped, as if it will break with a little force.