The Romance Of Mr. Walton

On the bus back to school, she was sitting in the back row and saw the mobile phone of a little girl in the front row, looking through news about the Dihui Group to clarify the relationship between Huo Tingshen and Cheng Fei.

She raised her lips slightly and turned to look out the car window.

Just now, when she was separated from Chen Zinuo at the entrance of the coffee shop, Chen Zinuo asked her: "Warm affection, why are you helping me?"

Wenqing didn't answer at the time, just smiled faintly.

But she knew very well in her heart that she helped Chen Zinuo, but she didn't want the second Wen Yingying to appear in this world.

People live for themselves, but whether her mother or Chen Zinuo, she seems to be living for others all the time.

For others, they can sacrifice their bodies.

For others, they can ignore their own feelings.

For others, they can endure the humiliation that very people can bear.

But even if these others are their close relatives, they are sorry for their lives if they do so.

There are too many ways to protect her relatives and take care of her relatives. She doesn't want Chen Zinuo to be like her mother, one step wrong, one wrong step, and finally regret for life.

After getting off work in the afternoon, Huo Tingshen sent out warmly to pick up his car.

At first I thought that this car might be going back to Huo's villa.

But seeing the car staggered from the fork in the road to the Huo's villa, she wondered: "Where are we going?"

"Ms. Wen, the boss only said that I would take you to the Huacai studio, and nothing else."

"Hua Cai Studio?" She wondered, wasn't that the place where Huo Tingshen was ridiculed by Huo Tingshen's last time she was dressed up.

The driver didn't know much information, and she didn't ask too much.

As soon as the car reached the door of Huacai, the owner of Huacai came out and took her into the studio.

After entering the house, Wenqing found that Huo Tingshen was not there.

But the owner of Huacai said: "Miss Wen, please sit down soon. The dress is ready. We will put on your makeup and go to the banquet."

To a banquet?

She passively sat down, took out her mobile phone, and called Huo Tingshen.

As soon as the phone was connected, he warmly wondered: "Huo Tingshen, what the **** are you doing, what kind of party?"

"A small gathering organized by the old man at home, you should be better dressed."

"Did you not discuss with me?"

"After discussion, will the result change? Anyway, if you are willing to go, I will let you come anyway."

Warmly curled his lips: "It's just you."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

The boss on the side raised his eyebrows in surprise.

It was the first time he saw anyone who dared to talk to San Ye like this.

These three words Huo Tingshen have never heard anyone call them directly.

It seems that this young lady is not easy, she has to be careful.

He personally picked up a gray peony embroidered cheongsam.

"Miss Wen, this cheongsam was specially selected by San Ye for you."

"San Ye picked it?" She was surprised: "Have he been here?"

"Last time, after we dressed you up, San Ye ordered this cheongsam with our famous domestic cheongsam designer. Half a month ago, the cheongsam was just delivered and kept in the glass cabinet behind.

Either Sanye has a good vision. In the past two weeks, I don’t know how many ladies want to buy this cheongsam, but this designer makes all hand-embroidered cheongsams, and only this one of each pattern , It has already been in your bag, and it is really enviable for the third master to treat you. "

Staring at this cheongsam warmly, her eyebrows were condensed.

Last time, when she wore a dress, Huo Tingshen laughed at her all night.

This time, he ordered another grandmother-colored cheongsam for her?

He was playing tricks on her deliberately, really crazy.

"I don't wear this one," shook his head warmly and calmly.

The boss is anxious: "Don't Miss Wen, these are clothes designated by the third master. If you don't wear them, if you don't wear them, if he gets angry, my shop will not be able to keep it."

"It's not so exaggerated, and he won't be bored like this."

"Really, San Ye called and said, if he can't see this cheongsam on you tonight, then my shop won't have to open."

Warm and speechless, what's the matter, laughed at her last time, haven't laughed enough yet?

"Miss Wen, this cheongsam really matches your temperament too much. It would be a pity if you didn't wear it, really."

Is this boss laughing at her old fashioned?

But seeing him look pitiful, warm and helpless.

She stood up and picked up the cheongsam: "I'll change it."

Before Wenqing came out of the shop, she looked at herself in her glasses, and she was in a daze. She wasn't even old-fashioned.

The boss circled around warm feelings twice: "Oh, Miss Wen, really, I dare to pack the tickets, and the entire North City can't find a second one, who can wear this cheongsam so elegant and dignified. This dress Wearing it on others may seem old-fashioned, but for you, it is really unspeakable gentle and generous. Everyone has a beautiful temperament. As it is, San Ye has a good vision."

Warmly looked at him and twitched the corner of his mouth lightly.

No wonder people can really talk when they can open a clothing store.

The driver drove the car and sent his warmth to a quaint private villa on the side of the mountain.

Because Huo Tingshen hadn't arrived yet, she waited in the car.

After a few minutes, someone knocked on the window glass to help her open the door.

Wenqing turned his head and looked at Huo Tingshen.

When she got out of the car, his gaze looked like a scanner, scanning her up and down, making her very uncomfortable.

She condensed her eyebrows and said unhappy: "What are you doing looking at me like this."

Huo Ting leaned close to her ear and said, "I want to hide you from others."

The woman's figure is uneven, and she looks so beautiful no matter what clothes she wears.

Warmly slanted him, "You picked this dress. You don't hurt me less."

Huo Tingshen's fingers lightly tapped on her forehead: "What are you thinking about in your head, I'm complimenting you."

She looked at him: "It's the clothes I picked. It's ugly and I have to hold on to praise."

"You have so little confidence in yourself? You wear these clothes with great temperament."

Wenqing saw the confirmation of his eyes, and his face blushed: "Where is this?"

Huo Tingshen directly hugged her waist: "This is the home of the old man I said. She is the grandfather of my good friend Fu Jingchen. The old man is a man who has made military exploits for the country. He is very authoritative in the North City. It is the entire North City. The tallest old chief."

Upon hearing this, Wenqing felt awe.

He went and rang the doorbell, and the old butler came out and led the two into the villa.

After walking more than ten meters along the winding stone steps, I came to a courtyard covered with lawns.

There are already more than a dozen people in the courtyard, chatting with each other.

Wenqing didn't know who the old man was, but she first saw the Bai Antai family in the crowd at a glance.

She was surprised at how they were here.