Chapter 1211

The fitting room was not big enough to accommodate one person to turn around and stand two people. She stepped back a step, and her back was against the door behind her, and a thump came from the back of her head.

Even though she showed her teeth in pain, Fu Zhongting immediately pulled her to himself, stretched out his hand and rubbed the back of her head, frowned and said, "how could it be done?"

But Zhong Jiaqi even said that there was nothing wrong with her eyes on Fu Zhongting's body.

She knew that this dress must be very suitable for Fu Zhongting. After he put it on, he was really ten years younger.

"Wow, it's beautiful. Why don't you come out?"

Fu Zhongting's face turned red, but there seemed to be several twisting.

Zhong Jiaqi seemed to see through the bottom of his heart's thoughts, and couldn't help giggling: "are you surprised to think you're not used to it."

Fu Zhongting immediately stretched out his hand and played it on Zhong Jiaqi's forehead. Zhong Jiaqi was in pain and looked at him plaintively: "what are you doing playing me?"

"I said this dress doesn't fit me. I'll change it."

"Well, what are you doing with it. Who says it's not suitable. I think it's very good. It's very suitable. " Zhong Jiaqi immediately stepped forward and pressed his hands to keep him from moving.

Because of the narrow space, Zhong Jiaqi walked so fast that Fu Zhongting's back was against the board behind him. Zhong Jiaqi pressed his hands, which meant that people also attached to him.

Fu Zhongting immediately breathed a little, and looked at the girl in front of her deeply.

Zhong Jiaqi insisted: "I think it's very good. I can't change it. Do you hear me?"

"No, but you have to promise me a request." Fu Zhongting said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Zhong Jiaqi looked up at him and immediately felt that she had been sucked into a black whirlpool, unable to extricate herself. She instinctively asked, "what requirements?"

Zhong Jiaqi didn't wait for Fu Zhongting's answer, because her body was suddenly lifted up and his head was pressed down

Oh, my God, it's a dressing room. Zhong Jiaqi didn't expect that Fu Zhongting had such a feeling that Meng Lang was hard to control. She was a little shy and didn't know what to do.

But she felt that such a feeling was so wonderful that she couldn't bear to stop Also can't control the outside those shopping guide will think, think of the upcoming parting, she just want to seize this only every minute.

When she came out of the dressing room, Zhong Jiaqi's face was no longer red.

The ambiguous eyes of the shopping guide outside made her embarrassed. However, Fu Zhongting didn't change the suit. After paying for the other clothes, they left the shop quickly.

Zhong Jiaqi has been walking fast in front of her head. Fu Zhongting asks her in the back, "is there any money on the ground? Oh, be careful -- "

however, as soon as his voice fell, Zhong Jiaqi bumped her head against the pillar in front of her.

Fu Zhongting quickly stepped forward, put the bag on the ground, pulled her hand and asked, "how about it? Do you want it tight?"

Pain is Zhong Jiaqi's only feeling at the moment, and she also shows her teeth in pain.

Fu Zhongting raised her head and saw that there was a large area of redness and swelling on it. She was angry and funny: "I told you to walk slowly."

"You didn't tell me to pay attention to the front." Zhong Jiaqi looks at him wrongly.

Fu Zhongting said with a smile, "I want to say that depends on whether you listen or not. It's painful."

"What do you say?" it's swollen, and of course it hurts.

"You ah, how can you still be impetuous when you do things? Everything should be calm. Do you know what? I can't rest assured that you leave when you look like this."

"Then I will not go." Zhong Jiaqi suddenly reached out and hugged Fu Zhongting's waist. As time went by, her reluctance to give up seemed to be gathering up a little bit.

She is really reluctant to part with Fu Zhongting, but also really do not want to leave him, more than ten years of waiting, in exchange for the present company, she really does not want to separate from him for a second.

In public, Fu Zhongting is not used to this kind of cuddling, especially the gaze that comes and goes around him. After all, he is not a young man in his twenties, but he can't bear to push Zhong Jiaqi away.

It was not until Zhong Jiaqi calmed down and let go of her hand that Fu Zhongting let her go. However, Zhong Jiaqi's eyes were always red and some resentment looked at him: "why didn't you keep me?"

Fu Zhongting could not help laughing: "if I really keep you, it is irresponsible to you. If you want to study to enrich yourself, how can I stop you? When you come back, we still have a long time. If the two love for a long time, it is not in the morning and evening."

Zhong Jiaqi was stunned and put out his hand to hammer him with a fist: "you old antique, you can read love poems. It's really sour." Zhong Jiaqi's heart is sour and sweet.

"Laughing? I'm not angry. Let's go. I'll get you some clothes"Well, of course. I'll blow up your card." Zhong Jiaqi took his arm and they walked downstairs to the women's clothing department.

Although Fu Zhongting looks young, her calm temperament is there after all. Zhong Jiaqi doesn't want the gap between them to look so big, so she chooses to go to some more mature stores.

However, when he got to the door of the store, Fu Zhongting said that he would go to the bathroom. Zhong Jiaqi released his hand and said, "OK, you can go. I'll walk around here. If you are good, come to me."

Fu Zhongting nodded and walked to the other side. Zhong Jiaqi pushed the door and entered.

Most of the clothes here are more dignified and dark in color, which makes them a little old-fashioned. In fact, they are not suitable for Zhong Jiaqi's age.

But she's picking among them. She dressed up more mature, Fu Zhongting younger, two people a neutralization, not match it?

She is not averse to Fu Zhongting, she is just trying to narrow the gap between them. She is afraid that she is not worthy of him.

She reached out for a black dress hanging on the hanger. Before she reached the side, she suddenly put out a hand and got the dress ahead of her.

She looked up and heard the man call his name, "Jiaqi?"

Zhong Jiaqi looks at the woman on the opposite side. She is stunned there. She is at a loss. How can she be so clever.

"Jiaqi, you don't know me? I'm your mother's cousin. We met when you were a child. Did you forget that you called me aunt? "

Forget, how could she forget? If there was no aunt in front of her, how could she have been deeply in love for more than ten years.

It's just that her identity is a little bit

Zhong Jiaqi shook her head: "I'm sorry, you recognize the wrong person." With that, Zhong Jiaqi left the shop in a hurry.