Xu Youran's hand held Huo Tingxiao's arm tighter, and she said in an aggrieved voice, "Shen Qingqing, I don't know what's going on, but she's also here at the banquet!"
When Huo Tingxiao heard this, he didn't speak anymore. He just patted her hand to express comfort.
Xiao Yiyun, who was following behind, smiled indifferently. Sometimes Xu Youran was so smart, but why was he not very smart at critical moments? Will mentioning Shen Qingqing at this time really make Huo Tingxiao resent Shen Qingqing?
And Shen Qingqing has always avoided her, and Huo Tingxiao knows this better than anyone else.
In the room on the second floor.
Sheng Weiran picked out a fiery red dress for Shen Qingqing from the huge cloakroom. She took the dress, walked up to Shen Qingqing, and said lightly, "What do you think of this dress, Miss Shen?"
Shen Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Sheng Weiran, with a smile on her lips, "This dress is too bright, does Miss Sheng have something plainer?"
"No, your skin is so white, you look best in red!" Sheng Weiran said with a smile, and then turned around to pick out shoes for Shen Qingqing, but Shen Qingqing grabbed Sheng Weiran, with a tinge at the corner of her eye. Laughing, "Ms. Sheng, I don't like red clothes. You can give me a plain dress. You don't need to give me high heels. Just give me a pair of flat shoes!"
Sheng Weiran didn't understand. He looked at her with his dark eyes, and then his own shadow was reflected in her eyes. She was wearing a fiery red evening dress. Only then did she understand why Shen Qingqing didn't wear red anymore because she was afraid of being snatched away. She stole the limelight from her master.
Such smart women are really rare.
No wonder grandpa likes her!
"Okay, then I'll find you a plain white embroidered dress, and then I'll pick out a shawl for you. It will definitely look good!" Sheng Weiran said with a smile, then turned around and walked back to the cloakroom, "You go to the bathroom. , take a shower and come out, I¡¯ll prepare it for you!¡±
"Okay, Miss Sheng, thank you!" Shen Qingqing said with a smile.
After a while, Shen Qingqing came out after taking a shower and put on her nightgown, and her hair was already dried with a hair dryer. When she came out, she saw Sheng Weiran putting the white embroidered skirt on the bed, and there was something on the carpet. A pair of silver flat shoes were placed.
"Look, I've prepared everything for you. This outfit really matches your pearl earrings and necklace!" Sheng Weiran, who was sitting on the sofa, said softly. After looking at Shen Qingqing's face, she added, "I'll touch up your makeup later and it'll be fine!"
"Thank you, I can just fix it myself!" Shen Qingqing said lightly, but there was a sense of alienation in her tone.
She turned her back to Sheng Weiran, changed her clothes and put on her shoes. She looked back at Sheng Weiran and walked to the dressing table. Sheng Weiran looked at her and got up and walked towards her¡ª¡ª
"Your temper is somewhat similar to mine, Shen Qingqing. Grandpa said that he and your grandpa were very good friends. I think we should also become very good friends!"
"Well, I hope so!" Shen Qingqing smiled lightly.
Sheng Weiran looked at herself applying makeup, and when she lowered her head, she saw the hideous scar on her wrist. She frowned slightly and asked, "How did you get this injury on your hand?" The moment she looked up, she saw Shen Qingqing standing there. She used foundation to cover the winding scar between her eyebrows. Her worried look added to the shock - (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com