Mr. Song’s sports car appeared at the 1995 Beijing Auto Show. Ferrari made its first appearance at a Chinese auto show as a car manufacturer. After that, several mysterious wealthy people bought the Italian brand sports car that existed at sky-high prices that day.
And Mr. Song is one of the mysterious rich people.
She turned out six paper bags from the back of the car, all with luxury brand logos on them. She turned out a few paper bags of clothes and said while looking for them: "This one is not good. The color is not suitable for you. It is old."
"This one is also not an evening gown. This one seems to be OK... Oh, no, no, it's an A skirt suit, not suitable for students." After turning to the fifth paper bag in a row, Mr. Song nodded in satisfaction." This one is okay, this one is okay, the long-sleeved skirt is just right to wear at this time, it won’t be cold."
Take out a private custom-made lake dark green linen casual long-sleeved long skirt, with ethnic elements, with colorful silk thread hooked out one after another peony flowers, refreshing and enchanting beauty.
Styles and styles are rare in the market. Just look at them and you know that they are expensive.
After flipping through several bags, this one was the most satisfied. Mr. Song didn’t feel any distress, and he slid the custom-made long skirt into Ye Jian’s hands. He couldn’t refuse to say: "Don’t be polite with Auntie, Auntie’s life is yours. Yes, let alone a skirt, even if it is hundreds of skirts, I will give it away. You can change it in the car, and I will take care of you."
He didn't give Ye Jian a chance to be polite with her at all, and said: "Auntie isn't afraid of getting your car dirty. Think about it, when Ji Yang appears so blood-stained, how can the airport staff let you in? "
There is really no reason to refuse. Entering the airport in a bloody school uniform will scare others and the airport staff.
Song is always a little shorter than Ye Jian. Ye Jian put on this ethnic style autumn cotton and linen long skirt. She has beautiful features and a tall stature. She wears this long skirt "live" and looks pure and pure. Combination with enchanting.
The big and big peony flowers bloom enchanting all the way from the skirt of the skirt, from the waist to the chest, a few branches with the curled edges of the vines and then exquisitely extended to the neckline, with a demon temperament in the clear.
She was an obedient female student in school uniform, and the temperament of the clothes changed so much that Song always was amazed.
"Good-looking, good-looking, really good-looking,... My friend said that he would go to Hong Kong and Taiwan to ask for a model. Wherever I need it, I can find you..."
Ye Jian couldn't see the effect of wearing, but Song always praised him and couldn't help but smiled: "Aunt Song, it's your beautiful dress."
"No matter how beautiful the clothes are, someone needs to wear them. The person who wears them must have the temperament to make the clothes beautiful." Song Zonglian, who had not recovered his face, was still a little hoarse when he spoke. Congested.
Take out two bottles of mineral water from the car and handed one to Ye Jian. Mr. Song, who didn’t drive right away, raised his head and drank a large sip of water. After a while, he smiled bitterly and said, “Xiaoye, you come to drive, I still have a little leg. I feel weak, and I don’t have the strength to step on the accelerator."
She has weak legs and nausea. As long as she thinks of the bloody scene in the carriage, she will nausea.
Behind him, the police lights flashed, the traffic police who came over pointed to the traffic, the firefighters started the rescue, the medical staff sent the wounded to the hospital, everything went in order.
A car accident happened suddenly, and we need to be thankful that it was around four in the morning. If it was daytime, the whole truck rushed from one side of the road to the other, the scene would only be more tragic.