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Chapter 54

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    Feng Jian was stared at by her, so she could only say a few more words: "The bed here is not very clean. There may be fleas and bedbugs. Look, you are naked and lying on it -"

    Wan Yun interrupted him: "It's really troublesome for you to worry about me."

    Feng Jian was silent for a moment: "the bed at home is really better than here."

    The great cause of dressing has once again stumped someone.

    The shirt is still not found. Feng Jian can only recall most of the memory of being drunk last night, and the details of the branches and leaves have long been forgotten.  At this moment, he was shirtless and walked around the room three times with his head lowered. Finally, he frowned and planned to put on his suit directly.

    ¡ª¡ªBut the search for the suit was also fruitless.

    Wanyun was arranging her long hair in front of the mirror.  The elegant and exquisite dress at night was too eye-catching during the day. She wore a men's coat to cover up her low chest and various suspicious marks on her neck.

    Feng Jian was about to speak but stopped.

    Wan Yun caught a glimpse of his piercing eyes in the mirror and stopped what she was doing: "Why do you want to worry about me?"

    No one likes to be ridiculed, especially Feng Jian, so he had no choice but to make a sound from his nose.

    In the end, he didn¡¯t speak.

    Feng Jian put on something that looked like a rag. It was wrinkled and had a weird color.  He opened the window and stretched out his arms to steal it from someone else's clothes drying rack.

    When checking out, the boss¡¯s one-toothed kid ran downstairs and reported loudly: ¡°The phone line was torn and a cigarette was smoked.¡±

    Feng Jian frowned and said, "I don't smoke cigarettes. As for the phone"

    The boss was businesslike: "I paid two hundred yuan for the room last night. In addition to the above expenses, I need to add another one or fifty yuan." He paused, looked at Wanyun, and persuaded without giving up, "Little sister, if you agree, I will  If you often do business with me, I will exempt you from this payment."

    Feng Jian, who was taking out his wallet, paused and looked up at Wanyun as well.

    Wan Yun looked at him for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said, "You want me to promise him?"

    Feng Jian withdrew the deep meaning in her eyes, turned to her boss and said, "The phone is obviously not worth one hundred and fifty."

    The hotel where we stayed yesterday is on the edge of Xiacheng District. The security is relatively good, but there are still bad people hanging around.  Fortunately, their outfits and expressions matched the aura of the place, and they walked out of the street without any trouble.

    While waiting for the driver, I saw someone selling jasmine flowers on the street early in the morning.  The flowers are small and fragrant, and they fill the basket.  Feng Jian casually handed over the six yuan of rent money he had found, and the florist handed Wan Yunsan a bouquet of flowers.  Wan Yun smiled and lowered her head, asking the other party to tie it directly into her hair.

    Feng Jian just stood aside and watched this scene with his arms folded, without speaking or commenting.

    Today, their relationship was not as awkward as before, but they were still not satisfied.

    Around eight o'clock, although physically and mentally tired, Feng Jian was still determined to work.

    Wan Yun told the driver to park the car directly in front of a clothing store on the roadside.

    Unlike He Long who likes to get lots of clothes and criticize his picky behavior.  In a short period of time, Wanyun only chose a shirt, a men's suit and a tie.  And when Feng Jian finished putting on the entire outfit in the fitting room, he looked at himself in the mirror and tried to find faults, but he had to admit that Wanyun's vision and efficiency were several levels higher than He Long's.

    Looking through the crack of the half-opened door again, Wan Yunshang was sitting on the sofa waiting for him quietly.

    In the magnificent store, she was wearing an inappropriate men's suit and there were flowers on her hair, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.  The clerk next to him didn't know Wanyun, but he still served him carefully.

    Feng Jian withdrew his gaze and continued to put on his tie.

    Having said that, although this eldest lady has a good vision, she rarely chooses things herself.  Even when it comes to her own clothes, she lets He Long choose.  Compared to women who are passionate about clothes, shoes and hats, Wan Yun's attitude is indifferent, and he still puts on his beautiful face that always cares about nothing, which is quite hypocritical¡ª¡ª

    Feng Jian suddenly remembered something and opened the door and walked out.

    Wan Yun looked him up and down, then turned to the shopping guide and said, "This is what I want."

    He reached out and held her down.

    Wanyun raised his eyebrows: "Okay, I'll pay for you."

    Feng Jian was very impatient: "It's not because of this. When did you remember it?"

    Wanyun is puzzled.

    Feng Jian¡¯s words were concise and to the point: ¡°It happened ten years ago.¡±

    Wan Yun then understood and smiled: "You said you gave me shoes? Well, actually I remembered it quite early."

    His face darkened: "Why didn't you take the initiative to say it?"

    "I thought you would take the initiative to tell me."

    Wanyun¡¯s calm tone once again made Feng Jian feel?The problem is his own.

    He frowned deeply.  Is this woman better described as calm or crazy?  Feng Jian always thought that Wanyun's behavior was stupid and hypocritical, but he couldn't get angry with such a stupid and hypocritical woman.

    Being defeated verbally is already depressing, not to mention that his behavior of satisfying herself on her this morning is still fresh in her mind.

    Feng Jian quickly signed the check, thought about it, tore off another one and kept it.

    "You are also buying something to wear in the store." Recalling that Wanyun's bag was lost last night, Feng Jian raised his hand to look at his watch, pondered for a moment, then quickly took out a hundred yuan cash from his wallet as a spare, and simply put his whole  He threw his wallet to Wan Yun.

    "I'm too late to go to work, so the driver will go to the company with me first. You pick out your clothes here and take a taxi home later, or I'll ask him to pick you up. You try on clothes here, don't be in a hurry."

    Wan Yun subconsciously took the wallet.

    She thought Feng Jian would continue the previous topic.  About last night, about the past, about anything.  But no, still no.  After Feng Jian finished these instructions, he hurriedly prepared to leave. It seemed that the drunkenness last night was just drunkenness. The momentary weakness and outpouring of his heart were nothing. He was never confused.

    Before leaving, Feng Jian turned around unconsciously and saw Wanyun standing there looking at her.

    Many times, he felt that the woman around him had a vague sense of arrogance, as if no one could fall in love with her except herself.  Wan Yun's appearance, personality, and experience always seem to be hidden behind the smoke, making it difficult to grasp.

    At this moment, Feng Jian stopped slightly and was silent for a moment.

    "I really have something to do. Hey, buy yourself some more clothesbut you don't need to buy too many. This kind of thing goes out of date very quickly, so there is no need to save up -"

    Wan Yun interrupted him with a smile: "You should leave quickly."

    Feng Jian breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to her and left without stopping.

    Wan Yun looked down at the wallet in his hand.

    Feng Jian¡¯s wallet is the most common men¡¯s wallet. The leather is soft and has no patterns.  Opening the inside, the plastic layer has been completely worn, obviously it has not been replaced for many years.  It is full of documents and cash, giving it a simple and slightly poor feel.

    She never knew before that money can really touch people's hearts.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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