Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 72 Lychees and Rogues

It's no wonder Su Ruoyun said that, because she's been meeting Huo Jingcheng too frequently lately. The night before last, they met at a bar, the day after tomorrow at a teahouse, and today, they've come to a cheongsam shop.

"Slandering me again?"

Huo Jingcheng calmly took her small hand in his, held her delicate white hand in his palm, raised his eyebrows slightly, and casually looked up at her.

Feeling the burning heat on the back of her hand, she quickly pulled her hand away from his and asked, "Then what are you doing here today?"

"I came with my mother." Huo Jingcheng subconsciously clenched his fingers, but his palms were empty and hollow.

Mrs. Huo?
Su Ruoyun looked at him suspiciously, seemingly believing but not quite, and then, like a curious little animal, she peeked out with her head out.

Sure enough, a gentle female voice could be heard talking to Ms. Ming.

She pulled her head back and glanced at him sideways. "You don't have to be so scary."

"scared you?"

Huo Jingcheng's tone was too gentle, which made Su Ruoyun feel a little uncomfortable. She didn't say anything, took two steps to the side, and raised her hand to take off her earring.

She had just put on a pair of pearl earrings to match her outfit, but now that she was changing clothes, it would be inconvenient to wear them again.

Seeing her movement, as she raised her hand to remove her earring, Huo Jingcheng's eyes flickered slightly. He beat her to it, brushing aside the stray hairs falling beside her ear. His fingertips, carrying just the right amount of warmth, gently touched her earlobe, clicked open the clasp of the pendant, and carefully removed the pearl earring.

He placed the earrings on a black velvet cloth to the side, and his long fingers casually wrapped around a strand of her hair, playing with it on his fingertips.

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, and he praised her generously: "The clothes are beautiful, but you are even more beautiful."

Su Ruoyun raised her hand to cover her lips, a yawn inadvertently spilling out, and retorted without any politeness: "Do you need to say it?"

She wasn't the kind of person who was overly modest. Her privileged family background was a solid support, and the love from her family was a warm harbor. Both gave her enough confidence to let her inner 'pride' flow naturally.

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng remained calm and did not get angry. He added in a leisurely and unhurried tone, "Like a lychee."

Her lotus-pink cheongsam resembled the delicate pink shell of a lychee, and her smooth, jade-like skin was like the sweet, white flesh of a lychee.

"You're like a hooligan." Su Ruoyun blurted out, then took a few steps forward and slammed the stall door shut.

Huo Jingcheng watched her retreating figure, which could be described as fleeing in panic, and curled the corners of his lips into a faint smile. Then he turned around and strolled towards the back door.

When Su Ruoyun changed her clothes and went out, Huo Jingcheng was no longer in the dressing room. After taking the cheongsam she had changed out of and her own belongings, she left the room.

Upon seeing her come out, Ms. Ming, who was sitting upright in her chair, smiled gently, raised her hand, and beckoned her over.

Su Ruoyun deftly handed the cheongsam to the cheongsam tailor waiting nearby, and then gracefully walked away.

Her gaze shifted, naturally landing on the woman sitting opposite Ms. Ming. The woman possessed an elegant and composed demeanor. Su Ruoyun glanced at her as if out of instinctive curiosity, but politely looked away after just one glance.

As she approached, Ms. Ming introduced her: "This is your Aunt Huo." Su Ruoyun obediently greeted her: "Hello, Aunt Huo."

Song Yunwen wore a kind and friendly smile. "Girls change a lot as they grow up, and they become more and more beautiful. If I met them outside, I probably wouldn't recognize them."

"I also like tea. I'll visit your teahouse sometime and support you."

"Then I'll wait for you at the teahouse." Su Ruoyun smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"it is good."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Song Yunwen did not linger in the cheongsam shop. She picked up her custom-made dress and left, walking gracefully and calmly toward the back door. The guard, who had sharp eyes, spotted her and quickly raised his hand to respectfully open the door for her.

She bent down and sat inside the Hongqi car, where Huo Jingcheng was sitting with his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

He casually leaned back in the leather seat, his deep-set brows and sharply defined features giving off a drowsy, lazy vibe.

His ears keenly picked up the subtle sound. With his eyes still closed, he said with a hint of teasing, "Ms. Song, it took you a full half hour to get your clothes."

"I ran into your Aunt Su and your sister Su inside, and we chatted for a bit," Ms. Song explained.

Today, Song Yunwen happened to come to pick up her clothes, but she didn't expect to run into Ming Manrong and Su Ruoyun.

The higher-ups are wary of the close relationships between various families within Beijing, so there are no exceptions to the rules. As a result, opportunities to meet Ms. Ming are extremely rare, except at large government events, making this encounter truly exceptional.

Song Yunwen: "Do you still remember the Su family's younger sister?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng raised an eyebrow, his posture relaxed, and his fingertips fiddled with his phone, letting it spin casually in his palm. He spoke in a nonchalant tone, "I remember, little panda."

As a child, Su Ruoyun didn't resemble a bamboo shoot; instead, she looked exactly like an adorable little panda. Her round body made her look like a fluffy ball rolling around when she walked. Her fair and clean face was so tender that you could pinch water out of it, making you want to give it a squeeze.

Song Yunwen shook her head disapprovingly and said, "The young girl is now thinner and more beautiful. Don't use such words anymore."

The nickname "Little Panda" originated from Huo Jingcheng's grandfather, Old Huo. At that time, Su Ruoyun was five years old, and once, Old Huo carried her to a meeting at the military region.

During the meeting, Su Ruoyun stood quietly at the door, her eyes following her grandfather. She refused to listen to the guards' advice and just stood there. When she got tired of standing, she simply squatted down on the ground.

As the meeting ended and the crowd gradually dispersed, Old Huo, still seated, glanced up and spotted "Mountain Eagle" sitting by the door. His eyes were full of smiles, clearly teasing him. He said, "This doesn't look like a bamboo stalk at all; it looks more like a panda that eats bamboo."

Old Su walked to the door, picked up his granddaughter, and went into the conference room.

Five-year-old Xiaozhu was nestled obediently in Old Su's arms, her chubby little fingers tugging at the collar of Old Su's military uniform. Although she seemed to understand what Old Huo was saying, she instinctively felt that what he said was too unpleasant to hear. When her temper flared up, the five-year-old girl was unaware of fear and immediately said in a clear voice, "Grandpa, I don't like him."

Later, Old Huo coaxed and persuaded the little boy, giving him lots of candy, and it took a lot of effort to calm him down.

　Read it again and again, mua
　　(End of this chapter)