Chapter 186

In the evening, Mrs. Lin was busy cooking dinner in the kitchen.

Yan Shiqi wanted to help, but she refused to push her out of the kitchen.

It's like being rejected.

It's getting late. The dusk fills the room with gold through the window. In the twilight, the clouds are stacked in the corner of the sky, and the inkstone is sleepy.

In less than three minutes, she opened her eyelids and looked at the dim sunset. A touch of cunning flashed in her eyes.

She got up, took her slippers upstairs, stepped up the steps, hesitated for a second, then turned and ran to the kitchen, "sister Lin, after finishing the meal, you go back first, you don't have to wait to clean up."

"Ah?" Lin's sister-in-law, who was cooking, looked at her and stir fried the bottom of the pot twice. Thinking of some possibilities, she nodded her head as if she knew it. She laughed happily, "OK, I'll leave after I finish my meal."

Yan Shiqi holds the kitchen door and catches Mrs. Lin's joyful expression of "young people, I know it all." she is confused for a moment.

The corners of her lips moved, trying to explain something, and she suddenly felt that there was no silver here.

"Well, I'll go upstairs first!"

I can't stand the ambiguous eyes of sister-in-law Lin. when inkstone turned around, I was stumbling over my slippers and trotted upstairs with a shy face.

Mrs. Lin, who is cooking, laughs and shakes her head enviously. It's nice to be young.

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Half an hour later, Mrs. Lin cooked the meal, put it in the incubator, said hello to Yan Shiqi, and left linhuwan in a hurry.

It's seven o'clock and he hasn't come back yet.

Inkstone when seven sitting in front of the dressing mirror, carefully put the hair fluffy in the back of the head, ear hook down two strands of broken hair, respectively, hanging in the position above the clavicle, graceful and beautiful.

She put perfume on her wrist, and her two wrist rubbed for a moment. Then she sniffed and sniffed.

And a little bit behind the ears.

It's said on the Internet that this is the location of the painting.

Yan painted her eye makeup, her eyes were round and clear, and the natural arc of peach blossoms and eyes passed through the lines of the eyes, which made the spirits more enchanting.

She looked at herself with satisfaction, got up, went to the wardrobe and began to look for her dress.

It's blue, it's watery, but it's not glamorous enough.

Pink, pure, but not eye-catching.

Several colors were chosen. Finally, Yan Shiqi's eyes were set on a set of pure black silk robes.

This one, which she has never worn at home, is the uniform dress of all the models in Milan fashion week, which was presented by the brand side.

The pure black fluorescent bright skirt rippling lines when it swings, and the ribbon at the waist is half hanging, which makes her think of the effect of wearing it.

Well, that's it.

In order to match this robe, Yan Shiqi also specially changed a set of black inside. She put the robe on her body, and the ribbon was evenly decorated on both sides of the waistline, perfectly lining her exquisite curve.

After half past seven, Qin Baiyu came back.

Step into the porch, the man's eyes fall into the living room, did not see inkstone when seven figure.

Further inside, she was not seen in the kitchen where the lights were on.

At this time, the man who just took off his coat heard the movement coming from the second floor spiral staircase, moved his eyes and cast his eyes. He breathed heavily.

It's still dark. There's no light in the living room. The sky is almost cyan dim, only the bright light in the kitchen through the open door, pouring half of the warm yellow.

In such a light light, a slender figure at the entrance of the second floor stairs stands like the time.

The man stood in the middle of the living room, looking up at the woman walking up the steps.

She wore a silk skirt and a robe with ribbons. She was slender and thick. A pair of long white legs loomed between the lines of the skirt as she walked