The reply this time is longer than the previous question.
The waiting process was silent and long, but Yang Lan did not show any impatience.
She is like a soldier with a chance to win, only waiting for the tug-of-war to be won.
Maybe one minute or ten minutes later, Yan Zhifan finally nodded: "I accept the arrangement."
Yang Lan smiled, but there weren't many surprises in her eyes.
Her first lesson in Jingping was to learn to hide her emotions, and now she is already perfect.
"It's late, go up and rest."
Yan Zhi got up and walked upstairs.
"Also," Yang Lan said in a faint voice from behind, "I don't need to turn on the lights in the future, I can't see your face."
The man's footsteps did not stop, unheard of.
Just when he finished the last step and was about to disappear into the corner, a soft hum came from the air, and it floated to the ears of the person sitting in the living room.
There was something flashing in Yang Lan's eyes, but there was nothing, her lower jaw slightly lifted, adding a touch of coolness and arrogance to her delicate profile.
Inside the room.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped for a while, but no one came out for a long time.
*** In front of the mirror, looking at the completely unfamiliar face in the mirror, he was still handsome, and his slightly cold facial features were a bit less gentle and more cold.
Turning his eyes, his eyes were cold, even if he didn't speak, it would be daunting.
He used to show people with warmth, but she said that he was dressed in sheep's clothing and he was a wolf in his bones.
Now that the evil wolf restores its original color, can she look back at it
Yan Zhifan pulled the corner of his mouth, and the person in the mirror also laughed.
The next day, early morning.
As soon as Shen Wei stepped into the main room, he heard a loud voice.
"... This cheongsam, although it has a good figure, it is more of a temperament. There is the former but not the latter. It can only be called a mere appearance! If a fairy like you is not worthy, who is it?" A stylishly dressed woman He was pulling a piece of material and making gestures on Zhong Yuhong's body, and the compliment was beyond words.
There were a bunch of people nearby who echoed quietly.
"Here, the worthy person is here." The old lady looked towards the door.
Others also looked over.
Shen Hou just entered the gaze of the crowd with a calm expression.
"Come on, Hou Hou," the old lady stepped forward, pointing to the cheongsam spread out by the clothes rack, "try this one."
"Me?" She raised her eyebrows.
The people around secretly exchanged their eyes, and soon they understood the old lady's meaning, and they surrounded Shen Hun one after another.
"You are in good shape."
"The temperament is also excellent."
"Only you can wear the charm of this cheongsam, try it now..."
As he said, he pushed Shen Hou into the next room, and the cheongsam was handed over to her.
Because they didn't know the relationship between her and the Song family, these people didn't dare to call them rashly, so they could only use the pronoun like "you", not only had this experience, but also looked respected enough.
In short, judging by Zhong Yuhong's attitude towards her, it is correct to hold it.
Soon, Shen Hun came out of the room.
Moon white dark floral fabric, close-fitting tailoring, high slit skirt, beautiful legs looming, as if tailor-made for her, there really is nothing inappropriate.
Immediately, someone put on high heels, someone twiddled her hair, and the makeup artist was eager to try, but Shen Wei shook his head and refused.
She cast her questioning eyes on Zhong Yuhong.
The latter spoke lightly: "There is a birthday banquet tonight. You will attend with us."
Shen Hun lowered his eyes, and lowered the lightly pulsating fluctuations in his eyes. It seems that the invitation letter obtained by the two sons is temporarily useless—
well.