At the beginning of this year, things suddenly became chaotic outside.
Some pretty clothes can no longer be worn indiscriminately.
Huo Qing has several nice dresses in her closet, but she can't usually wear them out.
Then she thought that Yingyue had just come down from the mountain and probably didn't have any clothes.
Why not just give her two dresses?
It's fine for her to wear at home.
Huo Qing coaxed Yingyue, "Sister-in-law, didn't you want to get a marriage certificate with my brother? I guarantee that if you wear this outfit to coax him, he will definitely surrender."
"surrender?"
"Uh-huh……"
Huo Qing leaned close to Yingyue's ear and whispered her experience to her. When she got excited, her eyes lit up.
"Wait a minute, Yue'er."
Huo Qing got out of bed, ran back to the wardrobe, and took out a box from the bottom of the wardrobe.
The box contained a cheongsam she had bought in Shanghai.
Is it pretty?
"Here, this is for you too."
………
Huo Cheng, who was making shuttlecocks downstairs, had a bad feeling.
He looked up at the building, then looked away.
While continuing to make shuttlecocks, he wondered if he had made a mistake.
Letting Huo Qing take Yingyue away is like pushing Yingyue into a fire pit. A perfectly good child will be corrupted by Huo Qing...
Before Huo Cheng could even finish his thought...
He looked up as if he had sensed something.
Upstairs, Yingyue, who had changed into a different outfit, stood there looking at Huo Cheng with a bewildered expression.
Her youthful, unrefined features clashed completely with the white cheongsam she wore, adorned with blue floral patterns.
The excessively slender waist and prominent breasts are fully accentuated by the tailoring of the cheongsam.
The delicate lines of the cheongsam accentuated her figure.
Her exposed arms were snow-white, slender, and long, almost too delicate to be grasped in one hand. At this moment, she seemed like a woman who had stepped out of an ancient painting, elegant and graceful.
It is also like the willow catkins of the Jiangnan water towns, both delicate and resilient.
Such a woman is naturally prone to arousing imagination, but she also possesses a pair of innocent, naive eyes, like a lost fawn in the forest, gazing at Huo Cheng with a bewildered and focused look.
Despite Huo Cheng's repeated warnings, at this moment, he still heard the sound of his blood boiling.
"Huo Cheng, is it good-looking?"
Huo Yan, who was sitting on the sofa drinking water, suddenly spat out a mouthful of water.
"This...this is...the silly Taoist nun?"
Huo Cheng's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
He gripped the shuttlecock tighter and tighter before managing to force a smile that wasn't exactly flattering.
"Yingyue, go back to your room and change out of these clothes."
Yingyue tilted her head. "Isn't it pretty?"
Although she felt the clothes were a bit strange when she looked in the mirror.
But she thinks it looks great!
Huo Cheng's thin lips moved slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Huo Yan still staring at Ying Yue. His gaze immediately turned icy.
Huo Yan...
He immediately raised his hand to cover his head, refusing to look.
I absolutely will not watch it!
Huo Cheng withdrew his gaze, looked at Yingyue, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Beautiful."
"Sweetie, go change back into your original clothes first."
Huo Cheng coaxed her gently.
He didn't show much anger on his face, but if you looked closely, you would see that his fists were clenched and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.
Yingyue gave an "oh" and happily went to change her clothes.
As soon as she returned to her room, Huo Cheng's expression changed. The man, who had just been sullen, suddenly darkened his face by several shades.
"Huo Qing!"
"Get down here!"
Huo Qing, hiding on the second floor, trembled with fear.
She didn't even show her face, so how did her brother know she was squatting here?
Huo Qing didn't want to go downstairs.
She wanted to fake her death.
I'll count to three.
Huo Cheng has already started counting.
Huo Qing...
So what if she counts? Is she afraid of him?
"Brother...hehehe...hehehe..."
Huo Qing stood up with a smile, scratched her head, and said, "You called me?"
Huo Cheng gave her a cold glance.
Huo Cheng didn't say anything, but that one look from him made Huo Qing feel uneasy.
She lingered as she went downstairs and came to Huo Cheng.
Huo Cheng's gaze fell on her. He didn't say anything, just looking at her was enough to make Huo Qing's legs go weak.
He wanted to kneel down and admit his mistake.
"elder brother…"
Huo Qing looked at Huo Cheng pitifully.
Huo Cheng was furious, but after all, she was his only sister, and he couldn't really beat her up to vent his anger.
We can't take our anger out on Huo Qing.
But this anger cannot be left unvented.
Huo Cheng ignored Huo Qing, spun his wheelchair to the phone, dialed a number, and told the operator which office he wanted to be transferred to.
Huo Qing was still looking down at the tips of her shoes, wondering why her brother had gotten angry.
Someone touched my shoulder.
She raised her head and looked blankly at her second brother, Huo Yan.
"Second Brother?"
"Are you still standing? Do you know who I'm calling?"
Huo Qing?
Only then did she turn her attention to Huo Cheng.
Current telephones don't have very good sound insulation.
So Huo Qing immediately recognized the voice coming from the other end of the phone.
"elder brother……"
Forgetting to admit her mistake, she rushed forward to grab the phone, shouting, "Brother, what are you doing?"
She did provoke him, but why did he call that person?
Huo Qing wanted to cry.
Seriously, her eyes were red, and she looked like she was about to cry.
Huo Cheng glanced at her sideways and said with a cold laugh to the person on the other end of the phone, "Huo Qing will finish all her courses in two months. It's time for you to submit your marriage application."
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