"I, my clothes are dried. I'll go get them. You should change your clothes quickly." Jiang Yao turned around and left the room, raising her hands to cool her cheeks with the back of her hands as she walked. The two of them almost kissed on the bed again.
Jiang Yao walked to the dryer and took out the dried clothes. The moment she saw the clothes, she was completely dumbfounded. They were quite clean, with the fragrance of washing powder, but how could they be wrinkled? Like this? It looks like pickles just fished out of the tank.
How can I wear this to go out?
"What's wrong?" Chen Yanbei followed her out at some point. Seeing her standing in front of the washing machine in a daze, he came over and asked.
Jiang Yao's face was crying, and she pointed to her skirt, "Um, do you have an iron at home?"
She just asked casually, but she didn't expect Chen Yanbei to really have it. After all, the young master probably didn't have to iron his own clothes.
Unexpectedly, Chen Yanbei took the clothes in her hand, curved the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "There is an iron in the cloakroom, give it to me."
After saying that, he raised his feet and walked towards the cloakroom.
Really? Jiang Yao followed him with a mysterious look on her face.
cloakroom.
Chen Yanbei skillfully opened the folding ironing board, filled the iron with water, and laid the skirt flat on the ironing board.
"You know how to iron clothes?" Jiang Yao's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. This was the first time she saw Chen Yanbei do such a down-to-earth thing.
"Well, when you study abroad, this kind of thing is a basic life skill." Chen Yanbei slowly rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, revealing a smooth and strong forearm, and then leaned over slightly, his broad back stretched, and his left hand Open the fabric of the skirt, hold the iron in your right hand and iron every corner of the skirt meticulously.
Jiang Yao stood next to him, and what she saw was his handsome and focused profile. His eyes were cold and resolute, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his movements were unhurried and elegant, as if what he was holding was not clothes, but elegant works of art.
Jiang Yao was fascinated. It wasn't until Chen Yanbei put down the iron that she came back to her senses and looked at him with countless little stars in her eyes: "It's amazing! This dress looks expensive after you iron it!"
The adoring eyes and sincere tone seemed as if Chen Yanbei had not just ironed a skirt, but had made some earth-shattering achievement.
No matter what era or what kind of men, they all enjoy the admiration from women, especially the women they like.
Chen Yanbei said nothing, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth said everything.
Jiang Yao hugged her skirt and glanced at him again with bright eyes: "I'm going to change clothes. You should go too."
After saying that, she was about to go to the next room. As soon as she took a step, Chen Yanbei took her hand from behind and said in a low voice: "Why are you embarrassed? Let's change here, together."
Chen Yanbei let go of him, and slowly unbuttoned the buttons on his chest with his well-joined fingers.
Jiang Yao's cheeks turned red, but she didn't act pretentious. The two of them had been in contact with each other so many times at a distance, and there seemed to be nothing to be ashamed of in being frank. She also started to unbutton her shirt.
Jiang Yao changed into her suit and skirt, combed her loose wavy hair directly onto the top of her head with her fingers, and tied it into a high bun. She still wore the pearl earrings from last night on her earlobes. After dressing up, she looked at the fair face in the mirror. My face is smooth and my skin is so good that no blemishes or pores can be seen. I decided to skip the steps of makeup. It’s not bad to just look bare-faced.
Chen Yanbei also changed his clothes, not a shirt and trousers, but casual clothes. Wearing a black flight jacket, a white T-shirt, and jeans underneath, he has a tall and tall figure and a cool temperament. In this outfit, he looks like a standard male model on the catwalk.
Two people stood together, one was tall and cold, the other was beautiful and charming, they were perfect for each other.
Seeing Jiang Yao change her clothes, Chen Yanbei walked over, wrapped her small hand in his big hand, and clasped it firmly in his palm: "Let's go."
For just a few steps, he still wanted to lead her with a domineering attitude.
Walking to the door one after another, Chen Yanbei's eyes fell on the only pair of white high heels on the shoe rack. His eyes moved slightly. He let go of Jiang Yao's hand and took out a new pair of slippers from under the shoe cabinet. Her: "Wear this first, and I will take you to the mall to buy a pair of flat shoes later."
The heel of the high-heeled shoes measured seven to eight centimeters, and he felt sorry for her when she walked in them.
Jiang Yao happened to not want to wear high heels, so she obediently took the slippers and put them on.
The two took the elevator to the underground parking lot.
The high-end apartments in Xiangjiang in this era are almost the same as the designs of later generations. The supporting facilities such as elevators, parking lots, and public leisure areas are very complete.
Today, Chen Yanbei didn't ask the driver to come over, nor did he ask his assistant to follow him. He drove by himself, and Jiang Yao naturally sat in the passenger seat.
The car drove out of the parking lot. It was a rare sunny day today. The warm sunshine filtered through the car window. Jiang Yao's mood became inexplicably warm, and a smile appeared on her lips unconsciously.
"Why are you happy?" During the break at the traffic light, Chen Yanbei turned to look at her, his big hand naturally held her hand in his palm, and clasped his fingers tightly.
"It's nothing." Jiang Yao smiled happily, with stars in her eyes. She suddenly felt that she enjoyed the way the two of them got along now. There were no drivers or servants, and they could go shopping together on weekends like ordinary couples.
Seeing her smiling face, Chen Yanbei also had a smile in his eyes.
The red light turned green with three seconds to count. Chen Yanbei turned around and was about to start the car. Suddenly, a Harley motorcycle jumped out from the diagonal and rushed ahead. The engine buzzed and roared, and white smoke came out of the exhaust pipe at the rear of the car. Full of feeling.
Chen Yanbei tightened his grip on the steering wheel and pursed his lips slightly. If he had encountered Zhao looking for death like this in the past, he would have stepped on the accelerator without hesitation. But now that Jiang Yao was sitting in the co-pilot, he just glanced coldly. He glanced at the silver-black Harley in front of him and turned to the lane next to him.
However, the owner of the Harley in front was very arrogant. He followed him and changed lanes. When Chen Yanbei went to the left, he went to the left. When Chen Yanbei went to the right, he also went to the right. He completely deliberately blocked the front, so he was pressing down on Chen Yanbei. The car ran down a street.
"There are really such racing gangs who hate their longevity, and they dare to overtake randomly while carrying people." Jiang Yao stared at the Harley who was causing trouble in front of him and muttered, and suddenly felt that the figure behind the Harley seemed a bit familiar.
"Hurry up." The man's cold reminder sounded in his ears.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yao felt the car suddenly speed up, and the dashboard instantly jumped from 60 to over 100, rushing towards the Harley in front.
The car Chen Yanbei drove today was modified. The front cover of the car was specially equipped with anti-collision bars and buffer strips. The body was made of customized bulletproof steel plates. It could withstand impact dozens of times stronger than ordinary cars. If it collided with a motorcycle, , at most leave some gravure on the front cover of the car.
Harley's speed was also fast. In the flash of lightning, Jiang Yao suddenly heard who the figure in front was.
"Chen Yanbei, slow down, the car in front is my roommate!" Jiang Yao grabbed her seat belt and exclaimed with a pale face.
Hearing her voice, Chen Yanbei released the accelerator and suddenly slowed down.
The Harley in front survived, and seemed to know that he had escaped. Without the arrogance just now, the motor roared and sped away in a flash.
Looking at the Harley driving away in front of her, Jiang Yao breathed a sigh of relief, turned to Chen Yanbei and explained: "The person sitting in the back seat of the Harley just now was my roommate Zhou Meiyi. My roommate is a nice person. If you really bumped into her, my roommate would definitely I have to support that man."
If it weren't for Zhou Meiyi's sake, Jiang Yao would have decided not to stop him.
"Your roommate needs to wash his eyes." Chen Yanbei said with a confused expression.
You should really wash your eyes. Jiang Yao was noncommittal. The quality of the car reflects the character. The man was arrogant and provocative as soon as he saw his character. If he was actually fucked with real swords and guns, he was so cowardly that he could run faster than anyone else. It was obvious that he was A person who bullies the weak and fears the strong.
The entrance of the shopping mall.
In the parking area, Harley-Davidson motorcycles were arrogantly inserted between a row of cars, and one person occupied a parking space.
Li Jiafeng took off his helmet, raised his hands and rubbed his back gracefully, and then glanced at the rearview mirror of the car, with a narcissistic and proud look on his face.
"Meiyi, let's go." Li Jiafeng took care of his own image before thinking of his girlfriend in the back seat.
Zhou Meiyi took off her helmet, held on to the seat in front of her with both hands for support, and then shakily got out of the back seat. Her face was pale and pale, and her delicate makeup couldn't cover it up. She was obviously extremely uncomfortable.
Seeing her like this, Li Jiafeng suddenly noticed something, "Sorry, Meiyi, I was so excited while racing just now that I forgot you were behind me. Are you okay?"
Zhou Meiyi covered her chest with one hand, resisting the feeling of retching, and shook her head.
Seeing that she was okay, Li Jiafeng curled his lips proudly and recalled the speed of life and death on the road just now: "That limited-edition Ferrari was nothing more than that. It failed to pass me after several goodbyes. Tsk, you can't stand me and you can't kill me. It must have caused internal injuries!”
That limited edition Ferrari was what he had always wanted, but unfortunately his father didn't let him buy it for him. Today he suddenly saw someone driving it on the street, and he felt jealous for a moment, so he deliberately made trouble for that car. Of course, he would not tell his girlfriend these dark little thoughts.
He looked proud, but Zhou Meiyi was in shock. She didn't enjoy the feeling of speeding at all. She couldn't help but remind her: "Ah Feng, don't race on the road again. It's very dangerous."
"Tsk, you women don't understand." Li Jiafeng's ears felt numb after hearing such words. He had no intention of continuing the conversation, so he turned around and urged, "Let's go. I promise to take you shopping today. You can pick whatever you like."
Zhou Meiyi jogged for a few steps before catching up with him, reached out to hold his arm, and they entered the mall together.
Not long after, Chen Yanbei's car also stopped at the entrance of the mall.
This shopping mall is the largest one nearby, with a full range of products, including clothing and home furnishings, and most of them are foreign brands. It is one of the shopping places frequented by wealthy people in Hong Kong.
Jiang Yao was still wearing slippers, and Chen Yanbei locked hands with her, deliberately slowing down to cooperate with her.
After entering the mall, Jiang Yao said, "How about buying shoes first."
"Okay." Chen Yanbei held her hand and walked slowly towards the shoe area.
Passing by a famous brand store, there happened to be women's shoes on display in the window. They looked shiny and fashionable, and they should be like women. Chen Yanbei stopped and asked Jiang Yao: "Go in and take a look?"
Jiang Yao looked at the store logo. It was Miumiu, a brand loved by celebrities in later generations. She had bought it several times in later generations. She nodded, "Okay, let's go in and take a look."
The two of them stepped into the store. The man was handsome and the woman was pretty, and they looked like they had spending power. The shopping guide immediately greeted them with a smile and guided them to the VIP area.
"Yao Yao!"
Jiang Yao had just walked a few steps with the shopping guide when she heard a voice of surprise.
"Meiyi!" Jiang Yao just thought of her roommate, but she didn't expect to meet him soon, and she was a bit surprised.
