seek her

However, Ji Linjiang just passed by her and walked towards his friends. The men hugged him shoulder to shoulder and walked towards the changing room on the other side of the basketball court, talking and laughing.

Jing Shu's raised heart gradually receded, and she straightened her back and left in the opposite direction. The employees of Song's surrounded her and asked curiously, and she answered them one by one with a calm smile.

Like a very common cultural and creative activity, when Jing Shu returned to the changing room, he found that his clothes had been cut to shreds, and he could tell with his toes that it was Lu Rao who did it.

It was pouring rain outside, and the rain in late autumn was very cold. She was wearing a summer jersey in the heated arena, so it was not convenient to go out, so she called Mr. GAY, and the voice of Mr. GAY fainted from excitement came, weak Yes, "Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji..."

Jing Shu sounded weird, "What are you doing?"

"I got an injection in the hospital, and I was so excited to see Mr. Ji playing ball." GAY always said, "How can you be so lucky, you can talk to him, and you can play together. My blood pressure soared, and I almost exploded. Sent to the hospital."

"You're here too? Are you all right?"

"How can I be absent on this occasion! It's so exciting...the muscle mass is so delicate and..." Before he finished speaking, he seemed to faint from excitement again.

"Is it still there?" Jing Shu asked, "Ask the girl in your store to deliver a dress for me..."

No matter what she said, there was no answer on the other end of the phone.

Just at this time, a saleswoman from Song's Technology Company came in from the outside carrying a lot of food. When she saw her, the saleswoman smiled and said, "Has Manager Ji eaten? I bought a lot of meals for everyone." Let's eat together?"

Jing Shu declined, she opened the window and looked at the market, the heavy rain became more and more rampant, it was inappropriate to go out wearing a jersey.

"Manager Ji, are your clothes torn?" Seeing the torn sweater and jeans in her hands, the saleswoman said, "I have spare clothes with me today, you can wear mine."

Jing Shu declined again, and said with a smile, "No".

The female salesperson said enthusiastically: "It's okay, just go to the company tomorrow and return it to me. You can't go out with short sleeves in such heavy rain." She took out her long skirt with a pure white moon pattern from the locker , covered with a light yellow cardigan, "I signed up for the tug-of-war competition, and I was afraid of getting my clothes dirty, so I brought a set of clean clothes as a spare. If you don't need them now, I'll wear them for you."

The female salesperson was so kind, she pushed an umbrella to Jing Shu. Jing Shu glanced at the bad weather, then took the clothes, smiled politely, "Thank you."

She fits her well, especially the pure white cotton dress that fits her skin perfectly, outlining her graceful curves. There are slightly wrinkled waves on the skirt, and a cloudy moon is artificially embroidered on the right hem, half of which is light blue like the light of a bright moon. , especially aura.

Passing by a dessert shop, she stood in front of the window and looked at the cakes for a long time. Her family was gone, and the sense of ritual of celebrating a birthday seemed extremely sad. She simply had a very happy game tonight, which was a birthday present.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when we got home, and the house was brightly lit. It seemed that Song Sipu was staying here tonight. Jing Shu took off his make-up, took off his cardigan, and came to the living room in that pure white cotton dress. Passing by the door of the bathroom, Song Sipu Just when he opened the bathroom door, Song Sipu suddenly saw her attire, his pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes followed her closely.

Jing Shu didn't realize it, she poured a glass of water and came to the counter, looked down at the white dress, and suddenly remembered the scene of being invited to play today in her mind, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.The ankle-length skirt swayed slightly. Although the skirt was very old, it was full of the aura of Qinghui Yueying. She should order a similar style from GAY. She hadn't worn such a pure and pure long skirt for many years.

Light as a young girl, joy in secret.

Song Sipu seemed to have been touched, his expression turned gloomy, his eyes were as sharp as knives, he strode towards Jingshu, and just grabbed Jingshu's chest.

Jing Shu was shocked, subconsciously took a step back.

He shouted angrily, "Take it off."

Song Sipu roughly grabbed her neckline, threw her to the ground, and tried to tear off her skirt. Jing Shu screamed, instinctively grabbed the clothes on his chest, turned and ran to the second floor, " What are you doing! Mr. Song is so impatient!"