Cheng Zihao, who was full of huffing and puffing, finally let go of Gu Xijun's hand and sternly commanded, Zhao Dongcheng, send Miss Gu back.
Wait...Gu Xijun's face paled as she grabbed Cheng Zihao's hand. She was, after all, a person who had received higher education and knew that the charge of traffic accident escape was not a light one. She sucked in a breath of cool air, and the moment her sight collided with Cheng Zihao, she clearly saw that the other party's somehow contained a smug smile.
No wonder there are so many people in this society who hate the rich, because the quality of most rich people is pulled down by men like Cheng Zihao who are good at calculating. Her tightly bitten lips only gradually loosened, and she asked with a grave expression: there are other people at the meal, right?
There was silence for a while before Cheng Zihao responded, Well, a couple.
Okay, I promise you. After all, this is something I owe you, and it will be the last time. Gu Xijun's mind was running fast and finally came to the conclusion that Cheng Zihao was either sick or had a split personality disorder.
Cheng Zihao finally revealed a satisfied smile, the corners of his mouth rose slightly and said, Knowing how to assess the situation is also one of your few strengths.
In the clothing store, Gu Xijun sat moodily on the sofa, staring at Cheng Zihao's back in anger. He was standing in front of the shelves, his light gray shirt wrapped around his robust physique, slightly bent over as he listened to the clerk's introduction.
Gu Xijun realized that his legs were straight and every turn was sharp and powerful, as if he had undergone special training.
Alright, go try these clothes to see if they fit. Cheng Zihao asked the sales clerk to send the clothes he had selected to the fitting room and turned back towards Gu Xijun. Those who didn't know him would definitely think that he was a rather gentlemanly and elegant man.
Only Gu Xijun knew that a cunning wild wolf always liked to use the skin of a meek sheep to cover up its own viciousness.
In the fitting room,Gu Xijun took off her ordinary shirt and suit pants, as if she had taken off Cinderella's stained clothes.
The dress Cheng Zihao picked for her was a lotus pink colored cheongsam, elegant and dignified. The material of the dress was soft and tactile, and the cut and design was specialized for oriental celebrity ladies.
Gu Xijun knew this brand, once was also one of the many brands in her closet, from the hands of the famous Chinese designer rose.marry.
Memories were the last woundsGu Xijun wanted to touch, and with a sigh, she decided to change her dress anyway.
But this cheongsam is designed with a zipper in the back, and she has a little problem that there is no way to put her hand behind her back and zip the zipper up alone.
May I ask if anyone is there? Gu Xijun tried several times in agony, but realized that her hands were far out of reach.
Miss, how can I help you? The clerk asked enthusiastically.
Gu Xijun lowered her sore hands and awkwardly asked for help: could you please help me zipper up my back?
Please open the door and let me in.
The fitting room of the designer clothing store was spacious and bright, and the overhead light refracted on the full-length mirror on the wall, so blinding that it was almost impossible to keep it open. Gu Xijun unlocked the door and casually sat on a sofa to the side, her back to the doorway, carefully organizing her long hair.
Heavy footsteps sounded, and a pair of large, warm hands then rested against Gu Xijun's bare back, pulling gently.
Thank you! She smiled and looked up at the mirror on the wall, froze the moment her eyes touched the man's sight, and her face immediately pulled a black color: What are you doing in here?
Cheng Zihao took out a beautifully packaged gift box from his pocket and agreed without any fuss: I have a good eye, the clothes are quite nice. Of course, the person is even more beautiful.
Faced with the man in front of her praising from the bottom of her heart, Gu Xijun didn't appreciate it and got up to go out. Cheng Zihao clasped her arm and naturally pulled it towards his arms, lecturing in a commanding tone: when you see the guests later, don't look like you're in lust.
That's it for me, if Mr. Cheng isn't satisfied, he can find someone else. Gu Xijun's eyebrows almost twisted into a ball as she stared up at the man behind her, beads of sweat deep in the tip of her tiny nose as well.
Oh, do you have to go to court before you can talk to me properly? Cheng Zihao said with a raised eyebrow and a smile, sarcasm in his eyes.
Gu Xijun's face sank, and she cursed in a low voice: Count yourself cruel.