Chapter 72

It was no wonder Su Ruoyun said this, because the number of times she had met Huo Jingcheng recently was too frequent. The night before last was first at the bar, tomorrow was an appointment at the Tea House, and today, he came to the cheongsam store again.

"Slandering me again?"

Huo Jingcheng gathered her little hand calmly, held that tender white little hand in his palm, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at her carelessly.

Feeling the scorching heat on the back of her hand, she quickly broke free from his large hand with a backhand and asked: "Then why are you here today?"

"Accompanying my mother." Huo Jingcheng tightened his five fingers subconsciously, but there was only emptiness and vacancy in his palm.

Mrs. Huo?

Su Ruoyun's gaze was suspicious, she glanced at him with belief and disbelief, and then like a curious little beast, she poked her head out.

Sure enough, she heard a gentle female voice, which was talking to Ms. Ming.

She retracted her little head, glanced at him sideways, "Then you don't have to be so scary."

"Scared you?"

Huo Jingcheng's tone was too gentle, which made Su Ruoyun feel a bit uncomfortable. She didn't make a sound, moved two steps to the side, and raised her hand to take off her earrings.

In order to match the clothes, she had just worn a pair of pearl earrings. Now that she had to change clothes, it was inconvenient to wear them.

Seeing her movement of raising her hand to take off the earrings, Huo Jingcheng's eyes moved slightly. He was one step ahead of her, brushed away the broken hair drooping by her ears, touched her earlobes lightly with fingertips carrying just the right temperature, clicked to undo the clasp of the pendant, and the pearl earrings were carefully removed by him.

He placed the earrings on the black velvet cloth on the side, and his long fingers took the opportunity to wrap around a strand of her hair, playing with it at his fingertips.

The male voice was low and magnetic, praising without hesitation: "The clothes are very beautiful, you are even more beautiful."

Su Ruoyun raised her hand to cover her lips slightly, a yawn escaped inadvertently, and she retorted unceremoniously: "Need you to say."

She wasn't the kind of person who was overly humble. Her affluent family background was like a solid backing, and the love of her family was like a warm harbor. Both gave her enough confidence, allowing that 'pride' in her heart to naturally reveal itself.

Hearing this, Huo Jingcheng's expression was calm, not angry at being retorted, and he added another sentence slowly and unhurriedly: "Like a lychee."

The lotus-pink cheongsam was like the pink and tender shell of a lychee, and her skin, as moist as jade, was just like the clear and sweet white flesh of a lychee.

"You are like a hooligan." Su Ruoyun blurted out. After dropping this sentence, she walked a few steps forward and raised her hand to close the door of the compartment.

Huo Jingcheng looked at her back, which could be considered fleeing in a sorry state, hooked the corners of his mouth, with a faint smile, and then turned and walked toward the back door leisurely.

When Su Ruoyun changed her clothes and went out, Huo Jingcheng was no longer in the changing room. After she took the changed cheongsam and her things, she left the room.

Seeing her come out, Ms. Ming, who was sitting on the chair, bloomed with a gentle smile on her face, raised her hand to wave at her, signaling her to come over.

Su Ruoyun raised her hand to hand the cheongsam to the cheongsam master waiting on the side, and then walked over gracefully.

Her gaze turned, and her line of sight naturally fell on the woman sitting opposite Ms. Ming. Her temperament was like an orchid, calm and elegant. Su Ruoyun, as if out of instinctive curiosity, cast a glance at her. Just one glance, and then she withdrew her gaze politely.

Walking closer, Ms. Ming opened her mouth and introduced the person to her: "This is your Aunt Huo."

Su Ruoyun called out obediently: "Hello, Aunt Huo."

Song Yunwen had an amiable smile on her face: "A girl changes eighteen times, becoming more and more beautiful. If I met you outside, I probably wouldn't recognize you."

"I also like tea. If I have time another day, I'll go to your Tea House to support you."

"Then I'll wait for you at the Tea House." Su Ruoyun smiled with her eyebrows curved.

"Okay."

After a few pleasantries, Song Yunwen didn't stay at the cheongsam store for long. She took the custom-made clothes and left, walking toward the back door with elegant and calm steps. The guard saw her with sharp eyes, hurriedly raised his hand, and opened the door for her respectfully.

She bent over and sat into the Red Flag car, inside which sat Huo Jingcheng, who was closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

He leaned casually on the leather seat, his brow bones deep, and his handsome face with distinct edges and corners revealed a lazy look of sleepiness.

His ears keenly captured the subtle sound. He still closed his eyes, his tone carrying a bit of teasing: "Ms. Song, it took you a full half hour to pick up a piece of clothing."

"I met your Aunt Su and Cousin Su inside, so I chatted a few more sentences." Ms. Song explained.

Today, Song Yunwen happened to come to pick up clothes, but didn't expect to meet Ming Manrong and Su Ruoyun.

The higher-ups tabooed the overly close relationship between the various families in Sijiucheng, and the links that needed to be avoided naturally couldn't be omitted. Precisely because of this, except for large-scale government activities, the chances of meeting Ms. Ming were very few, and this meeting was rare.

Song Yunwen: "You still remember Cousin Su, right."

Hearing this, Huo Jingcheng raised his eyebrows, his posture leisurely, his fingertips fiddling with his phone, letting it spin lightly in his palm, and said loosely: "Remember, little Panda, right."

Su Ruoyun when she was young didn't look like a little bamboo, but rather like a cute little panda. Her round body seemed like a furry ball rolling when she walked, and her white and clean little face was so tender that it could pinch out water, making people want to pinch it.

Song Yunwen shook her head in disapproval: "The little girl is thin now, and she is becoming more and more exquisite. Don't use such words again."

The nickname "Little Panda", tracing the source, was called out by Huo Jingcheng's grandfather, Old Man Huo. At that time, Su Ruoyun was five years old. Once, she was held by Old Man Su to attend a meeting at the military region.

During the meeting, Su Ruoyun stood quietly at the door, her gaze following her grandfather, and she wouldn't listen to the guard's persuasion. She stood at the door, and when she was tired of standing, she simply sat on the ground.

After the meeting ended, the crowd at the meeting gradually dispersed. Old Man Huo, who was still sitting in his seat, raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the 'Zuo Shan Diao' sitting at the door. The smile in his eyes was full, and the teasing meaning was obvious. He said: "This doesn't look like a bamboo at all, but rather like a panda that eats bamboo."

Old Man Su walked to the door, picked up his granddaughter, and walked into the conference room.

At that time, the five-year-old Xiaozhuzi was obediently nestled in Old Man Su's arms, her chubby little fingers tugging at Old Man Su's military uniform collar. Although she didn't understand what Old Man Huo said, she intuitively felt that these words were too unpleasant. When her little temper flared up, the five-year-old person didn't know fear and immediately said crisply: "Grandpa, I don't like him."

Later, Old Man Huo coaxed and persuaded, took many candies, and spent a lot of effort to coax the angry little person.

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