Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 117 only felt that she was too beautiful.

The next day, the sky was clear and the breeze was gentle.

For some reason, Su Ruoyun woke up a little early today. However, instead of getting up for her usual morning run, she chose to stay in her comfortable bed and ponder what clothes she should wear that night.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, she slowly got up, put on the slippers by the bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After washing up, she walked out of the bedroom, her long hair draped over her shoulders and casually clipped back with a hair clip, and went to the dining room for breakfast. Aunt Li had already prepared breakfast and was now tidying up the apartment.

After leisurely enjoying her breakfast, Su Ruoyun walked into the dressing room and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the wardrobe full of clothes.

She thought for a while about what to wear tonight, glanced at the wardrobe, and felt that she didn't have enough clothes. She picked up her phone and sent a text message to He Jingrong.

He Jingrong is a fashion designer and is very skilled at matching outfits, not to mention that she also has clothes that she designs herself.

He Jingrong replied very quickly.

[OK, 1:30 PM. I'll bring the clothes to you after I've finished getting ready.]
Su Ruoyun: [sticky.jpg]

With her clothes sorted out, she started thinking about all sorts of things again.

Sitting there, feeling her back and waist were too tired, Su Ruoyun simply lay back on the wool carpet and carefully recalled the dinner she had in Shanghai last time.

A Michelin three-star restaurant, with musicians and a riverside night view, but in the end it was just an ordinary meal.

A man's heart is no less unfathomable than a needle at the bottom of the sea.

Su Ruoyun let out a wail and rolled around on the ground without any regard for her image, looking like a human-shaped sweeping machine. She threw the grabber aside and rolled until her long hair was a mess before finally stopping and getting up from the ground.

With a mix of anxiety and uncertainty, Su Ruoyun didn't go to the teahouse and chose to sleep in her apartment instead.

Sleep is the best medicine.

After lunch, Su Ruoyun waited for He Jingrong to arrive.

At 1:30 p.m. sharp, the doorbell rang. She got up from the sofa and ran to open the door. Standing there was the person she had been longing for—He Jingrong, with her boyfriend Ye Shi'an behind her.

Ye Shi'an was carrying two large boxes in his arms, his arm muscles were taut, and the boxes stacked up were taller than him.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun quickly stepped aside, making way for the two to enter the house.

Ye Shi'an struggled to carry the box. After he put it in the living room, He Jingrong impatiently dismissed him, her tone urging, "Alright, alright, you can go now."

It has a feeling of being used and then thrown away.

"..." Ye Shi'an.

Ye Shi'an glanced indifferently at his dear girlfriend, raised his hand and patted He Jingrong's head until her smooth long hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, before turning around and leaving.

Before leaving, he glanced at Su Ruoyun seemingly casually, a look that appeared to be filled with displeasure.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun hid behind He Jingrong, avoiding the man's 'terrifying' gaze. She rested her chin on her hand, her fingertips rubbing her chin. Ye Shi'an's behavior made her feel a little guilty.

After Ye Shi'an left the apartment and the sound of the door closing echoed into the living room, she belatedly spoke up: "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

He Jingrong glanced back at the closed door, waved casually, and said softly, "It's okay, it's okay. A mature man should have the ability to regulate himself."

Immediately afterwards, she walked quickly to the cardboard boxes and opened two of them with a "whoosh." The boxes were filled with clothes she had designed. As she took the clothes out of the boxes, she asked, "Are you going to some event, or something?"

"Let's go out for dinner." Su Ruoyun bent down, hooked a tray from the coffee table, took a clean glass from the tray, picked up the kettle, and poured a glass of water for He Jingrong.

He Jingrong frowned, then a sudden thought struck her, and an inexplicable intuition told her, "Is it still that Huo Jingcheng?"

"...More or less." Su Ruoyun remained silent for a moment, her words unclear.

He Jingrong needs to choose her clothes according to the occasion. "Is this a formal date?"

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun was a little proud, but also a little contradictory, "No, it's just an ordinary dinner."

"Why did you ask me to bring you so many dresses for a normal dinner?" He Jingrong blinked, revealing the secret in her words.

She has always been outspoken, sometimes leaving people speechless.

"..." Su Ruoyun.

After a long while, Su Ruoyun finally managed to utter a dry, awkward sentence: "Can't you give me a little face?"

He Jingrong obediently replied, "Okay."

With He Jingrong there, it only took half an hour to choose the clothes she would wear tonight. When she came downstairs, it was already 2:15.

A silver-gray Bentley was parked downstairs, waiting quietly. He Jingrong jogged over, opened the car door, and bent down to sit in the passenger seat.

Before she could even sit down properly, Ye Shi'an pulled her over and gave her a good kiss.

Ye Shi'an deliberately used some force, just to get revenge for He Jingrong making him go downstairs earlier.

……

Meanwhile, Su Ruoyun washed her hair and took a bath. By the time she finished, it was almost five o'clock.

She sat down at her vanity, opened a drawer, and took out the lip gloss in a shade that was no longer available.

After putting on her makeup and curling her hair, she called Huo Jingcheng at six o'clock to ask if he was already downstairs.

It was supposed to be six o'clock, but Huo Jingcheng had actually been waiting downstairs since 5:30. However, he arrived early and didn't rush him. He leaned against the sleek Cullinan, waiting for Su Ruoyun.

It was around 6:10 when Su Ruoyun came downstairs.

As darkness descended, the streetlights in the residential area remained off, obscuring half of Huo Jingcheng's face and making his eyes appear even more deep and unfathomable.

Accompanied by the "clack-clack-clack" sound of high heels on the ground, Huo Jingcheng turned his head with a cigarette in his mouth.

He held the cigarette between his fingers, slowly exhaling, the smoke blurring his face.

There was only one thought in my mind: she was excessively beautiful.

Her hair was tied back with a silk headband, with a few stray strands escaping and floating by her ears, making her face appear even smaller and more delicate. Her misty almond-shaped eyes resembled a dream under the moonlight, or a wisp of morning mist.

Wearing a white, ruffled, drawstring halter-neck strapless dress, her two long, bare arms outlined a smooth and graceful shoulder and neck line. Her delicate collarbones, accentuated by the dress, and the satin fabric highlighted her slender waist, making her look delicate and pretty.

Just then, the streetlights in the residential area came on, and Su Ruoyun was walking gracefully toward him.

Tomorrow, well, those who know, know, August marks the start of a sweet romantic relationship.

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