Chapter Seven Hundred and Twentieth Eighth: You Are More Attractive than Any Shape
Ji Nuan looked at herself dressed as a student of the Republic of China in the mirror. Although she was also very beautiful, Ms. Wan Zhu tutted her praises next to her, but Ji Nuan still despised herself for being too thin.
She "touched" her waist, and had already made a plan in her mind. Starting from this evening, she would eat at least two dinners, one plate of vegetables and one plate of meat.
While thinking about it, she turned and walked out of the dressing room, wanting to call the makeup artist over.
Not far behind the dressing room is a small balcony. Occasionally, there are staff smoking there. Ji Nuan knew that Mo Jingshen's dressing room was not far from there, so he glanced in that direction subconsciously.
As a result, she saw that the small balcony was covered with a warm warmth woven by the sun, and there was a tall and straight back standing against the direction of the light, which made her feel a little strange, yet so familiar.
On his shoulders is a long, heavy-textured, dark-colored trench coat, and the collar is surrounded by smooth-colored fur that shows his identity, and the unique luster of animal hair shimmers in the sun. On his black hair was a wide-brimmed hat of the same color, and a long scarf with a light color around his neck hung down to the lower side of his waist, swinging back and forth lightly with his movements.
She saw him turn slightly sideways, the dark gray three-piece suit tucked his waist into an appropriate "fascinating" curve, and the elegant and elegant bronze metal buckle became a low-key The embellishment, under the favor of light, the retro patterns on it can be clearly seen.
He tightened his black leather gloves, and the windproof lighter in his hand, which was originally used for decoration but could also be used, made a crisp sound, then he lowered his head slightly and lit a white cigarette.
Ji Nuan rarely sees Mo Jingshen smoking.
She only remembered the few times she had just returned from London and met him in Haicheng. At that time, he seemed to smoke a lot, but then gradually decreased.
She also heard from Shen Mu that Mo Jingshen didn't like smoking very much, even if he smoked it only occasionally.
But in the three years she was away, he was really addicted to smoking.
The lighter is obviously just a prop for taking pictures. The cigarette should be because the staff saw him in this dress, and always felt that he should pass one to the boss, so the boss took it so easily, and because he was waiting for her to change clothes, he simply just lit.
At this moment, Mo Jingshen in her eyes.
The profile of his face smoking a cigarette.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly as he lowered his head.
The part of his wrist that is not covered by any fabric between the cuff of his white shirt and the black glove.
The collar of his tightly buttoned shirt, and the finger at which he gently loosened his tie.
It seemed that it had become a walking hormone in an instant, and she shot a few times in her heart—killed on the spot.
Ji Nuan was fascinated by it, and accidentally bumped into the cleaning tool by the door of the locker room.
Mo Jingshen also seemed to have heard the sound here, smothered the remaining half of the cigarette, and squinted to look in her direction.
When he turned around, both the windbreaker and the scarf turned in a perfect arc, and they were thrown into her heart with tension. She only saw his eyes hidden by the brim of his hat and black hair, which were very deep, and because of this She looks unruly in a rare outfit.
The Mo Boss in front of her seemed to have turned into Mo Jingshen, a business crocodile in the Republic of China at this moment, and the Mo Jingshen that belonged to her in her mind seemed to be intertwined in a certain time and space.
Easily took away her three souls and seven souls.
But when the man looked at her, he watched for a while, then walked over directly, Mo Jingshen looked her up and down, and could see that he questioned the style of Ji Nuan's outfit.
"Are you going to parade?"
"..."
Ji Nuan "touched" her dress as a student of the Republic of China and her two braids, she couldn't help crying and said with a sad face: "I really can't gain weight recently no matter how much I eat. I've been too thin a few months ago now. I was supposed to be dressed like a singer from the end of the world, which happens to be the standard for you, a business tycoon, but I can't support that kind of clothes right now..."
Mo Jingshen held back his laughter, looking at Ji Nuan, who had become a literary young man because he couldn't act as a singer from the end of the world, and glanced at the light blue student clothes and long skirt on her that could no longer be plain.
"That's not bad. Who told you that the bigwigs in the business world must like singers? My stomach is just right. I shouldn't eat too much fish and meat, and clear porridge and side dishes are my appetite."
"..."
Porridge and side dishes?
When my auntie came back from London, she was being chased by the eyes of all kinds of men. Have you forgotten?
However, from the time of her injury and coma until now, she is still a little thin. When her figure returns to the most perfect state, he will dare to say that she is a porridge.
Ji Nuan was unwilling to be a porridge and a side dish, and turned around and went back to the locker room, planning to change into a cheongsam or something.
Mo Jingshen waited at the door for a while, because Ji Nuan said after returning that he wanted to choose by himself, and asked the staff to go out first. Wan Zhu also happened to come out to find a water dispenser to pour Ji Nuan a glass of water, but only Ji Nuan was left inside. one person.
The man caught a glimpse of the locker room being hidden by Ms. Wanzhu, he frowned and reached out to help close the door to avoid sex.
As a result, the moment he approached the door, the man's eyes caught a glimpse of the scene inside, and he kept his hand on the doorknob without moving.
his little woman.
Unwillingly, I changed the clothes of the singer from the end of the world, from the beginning of spring to putting on clothes, and then standing in front of the mirror and posing non-stop, winking, pouting to show each other. This kind of "sex" and "fascinated" expression, probably because he felt that it was not tasteful enough, he also tugged the fabric on his shoulders down, and then continued to "exposed" the concave thigh shape in front of the mirror.
Probably because the two braids on her head were too inconsistent, she untied her hair again, so she stood in front of the mirror with her long hair twisted and twisted.
So how satisfied is she with this outfit on him, that she is particularly dissatisfied with herself because of the contrast gap?
Watching the little woman pinching the fabric around her waist with her hands from time to time, she used a clip to clip a piece behind her when she was thinking about taking pictures, so that she would not look too thin.
With such a concave shape for a long time, Ji Nuan's eyes were so tired that he glanced in the direction of the door from the corner of his eyes.
As a result, she suddenly saw a man outside the door who didn't know how long she had been looking at her, she screamed, turned and rushed over to close the door, but she ran too fast, and she was wearing indoor slippers for the convenience of changing clothes. A stumbled straight forward, and the man outside the door opened the door unsurprisingly, catching the little woman who threw a heavy head into his arms.
When Ji Nuan staggered out of his arms, Mo Jingshen's lip line raised slightly when he saw her disheveled hair: "You are more attractive than any other look."
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