Jian Yanyan suddenly became cheerful, getting out from her blanket, hastily combing through her hair, and without even bothering to put on makeup, she grabbed her bag and said, "Let's go."
Shen Mingfeng looked at her, asking in a mild voice, "Don't you want to get ready?"
Jian Yanyan looked at herself, asking confusedly, "Ready for what?"
Shen Mingfeng gave a wry smile, "Nothing, let's go."
In fact, he quite fancied this sort of straightforward girl. He'd worked in Jiang City for a long time, owning a car and a house, considered successful and had a high position in RM Group. There were quite a few people who tried to introduce potential partners to him, but every time he went on a date, he had to wait. The girls would always show up late and then coyly say, "A lady has to do her makeup, right? I won't embarrass you by putting on a delicate makeup look."
Waiting once or twice was bearable, but growing tired of the endless waiting became inevitable after a while.
