As a result, I had to wear a down jacket to keep warm, which was a real pain.
She only needs to do this boring thing once; if she does it again, she'll be a puppy.
Once in the car, Leng Minghui observed Xia Baozhu in the rearview mirror and noticed that she not only showed no interest in the car, but also pinched her nose.
"What's that smell in this car? It's awful."
It was Lin Shiwan's perfume, a very pleasant scent, but in front of Xia Baozhu, who dislikes perfume, all perfumes smelled pungent.
"Open the window to let some fresh air in," Xia Baozhu ordered Leng Minghui bluntly.
She forgot that this wasn't the car that came later, and Leng Minghui wasn't her family's driver.
"There's a lever on the handlebars, try shaking it a couple of times."
Xia Baozhu quickly rolled down the window and inhaled the cold wind outside.
Upon entering the fried chicken shop, San Gou and Zheng Zhenhao were already there, busy in the kitchen.
Leng Minghui watched Xia Baozhu enter the store, sat in the car for a while and pondered before opening the car door and following her in.
He was stunned when he entered the room.
Xia Baozhu suddenly transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman, elegant, noble, and aloof, beyond compare.
The entire space became extraordinary because of her presence.
It was as if a special light enveloped her, making her so dazzling and bright in his eyes.
A beautiful head, a slender figure, long limbs, graceful posture, and a confident and aloof demeanor.
He was overwhelmed and mesmerized by the indescribable beauty.
Just like when he earned his first million, in that instant he suddenly had a completely new understanding of the world, and a greater ambition and a stronger desire to conquer.
"Close the door quickly!"
Xia Baozhu saw Leng Minghui standing motionless at the door. She had just taken off her down jacket when a gust of wind blew, making her shiver.
When Leng Minghui came to his senses and closed the door, he felt that Xia Baozhu's clothes looked familiar. Wasn't this the one he bought for her yesterday?
He remembered that the original style was a bulky, straight-cut design. How did it become like this?
Did Xia Zhaodi change it herself?
And where did she get her hairstyle from? From TV or movies?
Leng Minghui scrutinized Xia Baozhu's neck and the area behind her ears; her skin was so fair and clean, like a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg, making one want to take a bite.
"Is there anything else?" Xia Baozhu felt a surge of disgust as she looked at Leng Minghui's expression.
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