Chapter 117: Just felt she was excessively beautiful

The next day, the sky was clear and the breeze was not dry.

For some reason, Su Ruoyun woke up a bit early today. However, she didn't go for her usual morning run, but chose to curl up in the comfortable quilt, pondering which outfit to wear tonight.

It wasn't until around nine o'clock in the morning that she got up slowly, put on the slippers by the bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up first.

After washing up, she walked out of the bedroom, her long hair draped over her shoulders, casually clipped with a claw clip, and went to the dining room for breakfast. Aunt Li had already made breakfast and was now tidying up the apartment.

Su Ruoyun enjoyed her breakfast slowly, then walked into the walk-in closet. Facing the closet full of clothes, she sat cross-legged on the floor.

She thought about the clothes she wanted to wear tonight for a while, scanned the closet, and felt that the clothes didn't seem to be enough. She took the phone from the side and sent a text message to He Jingrong.

He Jingrong was a fashion designer and was handy with matching, not to mention she had clothes she had designed herself.

He Jingrong replied quickly.

【OK, 1:30 PM, wait for me to organize the clothes and send them over to you.】

Su Ruoyun: 【Sticker. jpg】

With the clothes settled, she started thinking about this and that again.

Sitting, she felt her waist and back were too tired, so Su Ruoyun simply lay back on the wool carpet, carefully recalling the dinner in Shencheng last time.

Michelin three-star, restaurant musicians, and the night view of the river, but in the end, it was just an ordinary meal.

A man's heart is no less than a needle at the bottom of the sea.

Su Ruoyun wailed, rolled on the ground without any image, her whole body like a human floor sweeper, threw the claw clip aside, and only stopped when her long hair was messy, then climbed up from the ground.

Just like that, carrying half a heart that was stirred up, Su Ruoyun didn't go to the tea house but chose to sleep in the apartment.

Sleep is a tonic.

After lunch, Su Ruoyun waited for He Jingrong to arrive.

At 1:30 PM, the doorbell rang on time. She got up from the sofa, walked lightly, and ran all the way to open the door. As soon as the door opened, standing outside was the person she had been thinking about—He Jingrong, and behind her was her boyfriend, Ye Shi'an.

Ye Shi'an was holding two large boxes in his arms, the muscles in his arms were tightly strained, and the height of the stacked boxes was taller than his own height.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun hurriedly avoided to the side, made a path, and signaled for the two to enter the house.

Ye Shi'an held the boxes with difficulty. When he put the boxes in the living room, He Jingrong couldn't wait to send him away, her tone carrying a bit of urgency: "Alright, alright, you go down first."

It felt like using someone and then throwing them away.

"..." Ye Shi'an.

Ye Shi'an glanced at his dear girlfriend indifferently, raised his hand to touch He Jingrong's head, and only after messing up her smooth long hair into a mess like a bird's nest did he turn and leave.

Before leaving, he glanced at Su Ruoyun as if nothing had happened, a look that seemed to contain displeasure.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun hid behind He Jingrong, avoiding the man's "terrifying" death stare. She rested her chin on one hand, her fingertips rubbing her chin. Ye Shi'an's appearance made her feel a bit guilty.

After Ye Shi'an left the apartment and the sound of the door closing reached the living room, she said like a hindsight: "Is this not very good?"

He Jingrong turned back to look at the closed door, waved her hand casually, her tone soft, "It's okay, it's okay, a mature man should have the ability to self-regulate."

Immediately after, she walked quickly to the cardboard box, opened the two boxes with a "swish." The boxes were filled with clothes she had designed. While taking the clothes out of the boxes, she asked: "Are you going to attend any event, or what?"

"Going out for dinner."

Su Ruoyun bent down, hooked the tray from the coffee table, took a clean glass from the tray, picked up the kettle, and poured a glass of water for He Jingrong.

He Jingrong frowned, and a flash of inspiration told her, "Is it still that Huo Jingcheng?"

"... About the same." Su Ruoyun was silent for a moment, vague.

He Jingrong had to choose clothes according to the occasion, "Is it a formal date?"

Hearing this, Su Ruoyun was a little bit proud, and a little bit inconsistent, "Not at all, it's just an ordinary dinner."

"An ordinary dinner, why did you ask me to bring you so many skirts?" He Jingrong blinked, revealing the secret in one word.

She was always straightforward and sometimes could choke people until they couldn't speak.

"..." Su Ruoyun.

After a long while, Su Ruoyun managed to squeeze out a dry sentence, "Can't you save me some face?"

He Jingrong replied obediently, "Okay."

With He Jingrong there, it took more than half an hour to choose the clothes to wear tonight. When she went downstairs, it was already 2:15.

A silver-gray Bentley was parked downstairs waiting quietly. He Jingrong ran over, opened the door, bent down, and sat in the passenger seat.

Before she could sit still, she was pulled over by Ye Shi'an and kissed properly.

Ye Shi'an deliberately used some force just to avenge He Jingrong for making him go downstairs just now.

On the other side, Su Ruoyun went to wash her hair and took a bath. After all that, it was nearly five o'clock.

She sat in front of the vanity, opened the drawer of the vanity, and took out the lip glaze whose color number was already out of print.

After putting on makeup and curling her hair, by six o'clock, she called Huo Jingcheng to ask if he was already downstairs.

It was said to be six o'clock, but in fact, Huo Jingcheng had been waiting downstairs since 5:30. However, he arrived early and didn't urge her, leaning sideways against the smooth-lined Cullinan, waiting quietly for Su Ruoyun.

It was around 6:10 when Su Ruoyun went downstairs.

A black curtain hung in the sky, and it happened that the streetlights in the residential area hadn't been turned on yet. Half of Huo Jingcheng's face was hidden in the shadows, making those eyes even deeper like a pool.

Accompanied by the "da da da" sound of high heels stepping on the ground, Huo Jingcheng turned his head with a cigarette in his mouth.

He held the cigarette with his fingertips and exhaled a puff of smoke slowly. In the hazy smoke, his face was blurred.

There was only one thought in his heart: he just felt she was excessively beautiful.

Her hair was tied behind her head with a silk hairband, and a few strands of hair escaped, floating by her ears, making her face shape look even smaller and more exquisite. Her misty almond eyes were just like a hazy dream under the moonlight, and also like a wisp of hazy thin mist in the early morning.

A white rolled-edge drawstring halter-neck tube top dress, two slender arms exposed, outlined smooth and beautiful shoulder and neck lines, and exquisite collarbones. Under the setting of the dress, the satin outlined her slender waist that couldn't be held in a handful, and her delicate and beautiful face.

It happened that the streetlights in the residential area were turned on, and Su Ruoyun was walking toward him gracefully.

?? Tomorrow, hmm~ those who understand, understand. August will start a sweet love life.

? Baobeis, please keep reading, voting, and commenting, mua~ ===== CHAPTER 118 =====