The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 630
Emperor Street, in a clothing store.

Duanmu Ruoshui didn't notice Wang Chen's departure, neither did Linglong and Jiujiu.

Duanmu Ruoshui sat on Jiujiu's bed, watching Linglong and Jiujiu coming out of the bathroom.

After the two women came out of the bathroom, they wiped their wet long hair with towels.

Duanmu Ruoshui glanced at them, and asked with a smile: "Sister Linglong, is there a reconciliation between you and Sister Jiujiu?"

Linglong's hands rubbing her long hair paused slightly, and she was silent for a while and said, "It's sort of."

Seeing what Linglong said, Duanmu Ruoshui breathed a sigh of relief. Although she had only known Jiujiu for less than a few hours, she still had a good impression of him.

Seeing that the misunderstanding between them was resolved, she was also happy for them.

After wiping her long hair, Jiujiu took out the hair dryer and stood in front of the mirror to blow her long hair.

Linglong, on the other hand, used her internal energy to directly evaporate the water droplets on her long hair. After a while, her long hair became very soft.

Duanmu Ruoshui looked at Linglong and Jiujiu, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Sisters, why don't you tell me your story?"

Linglong couldn't help laughing, stretched out her hand to tug on Duanmu Ruoshui's ear, and said softly, "Are all women gossiping like this?"

"Sister Linglong, you are also a woman, you should know."

Duanmu Ruoshui covered his mouth and gave a soft laugh, and finally fell silent for a while, not knowing what he thought of.

Seeing what Duanmu Ruoshui said, Linglong rolled her eyes, she reached out and touched the wound, she was silent for a while, then shook her head and said: "These things are the privacy of me and Jiujiu."

Duanmu Ruoshui seems to have lost the wisdom of the past, and she guessed after asking: "A man?"

Linglong and Jiujiu who had put down the hair dryer didn't speak, but Duanmu Ruoshui's eyes were so sharp. Although they didn't speak, she still saw that after she spoke, the expressions of the two women were slightly stiff.

So obviously, my guess is probably close to ten.

Looking at Duanmu Ruoshui, Linglong pinched her face with a wry smile, and said softly: "Ruoshui, everyone has their own privacy, you know?"

"I know, I just can't help the gossip in my heart."

Duanmu Ruoshui nodded, of course she knew that everyone had some secrets that could not be revealed.

I just couldn't help gossip, so I asked about it.

Jiujiu saw that Duanmu Ruoshui was so honest, she smiled lightly, and said to Duanmu Ruoshui: "I can't tell you too much, but you guessed right, it's because of the man."

Seeing that Jiujiu just said that, Duanmu Ruoshui was still a little uncomfortable.

She pondered for a while, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she still didn't say what she wanted to say in her heart.

It's not that I don't want to say it, but if I say it, it will inevitably hurt the hearts of these two women, so Duanmu Ruoshui doesn't intend to say it.

"Okay Ruoshui, you go out first, I have something to say to Jiujiu alone."

Linglong patted Duanmu Ruoshui's head lightly, and said softly to her.

Duanmu Ruoshui nodded, stood up and walked out of the room.

After Duanmu Ruoshui left, the room fell into a brief calm.

After a while, Linglong suddenly said to Jiujiu: "Why, why didn't that knife go straight into my heart?"

"how about you?"

Jiujiu asked rhetorically, at the same time stretched out his hand to untie the bathrobe on his body, and unwrapped the bandage wrapped around his body.

As the bandages were removed, looking at the black thing on the wound, Jiujiu raised her brows slightly, trying to shake it away with her power.

But when the strength gathered at the wound, she didn't know what to think of, she gently touched the wound with her fingers, and sighed faintly.

Seeing Jiujiu's expression, Linglong didn't answer the topic just now.

She suddenly relaxed a lot and lay on the bed, whispering to Jiujiu, "I stabbed you once, and you stabbed me once. The previous things should also disappear with this knife."

"maybe."

Jiujiu said calmly, wrapped the bandage Wang Chen made from his shirt around the wound, and then found a cheongsam to wear on his body.

This cheongsam was plain white, with only one or two embroidery embellishments, and it was worn by Jiujiu, making her look very elegant.

Linglong looked at Jiujiu wearing a cheongsam again, and suddenly said, "You always like to wear formal clothes. Ever since he said you look good in cheongsam, you seem to have been wearing cheongsam for so many years."

"Aren't you the same?"

Jiujiu sneered, opened the closet again, took out her own set of underwear and a light yellow cheongsam, threw them to Linglong and said, "I only have cheongsam here."

Linglong shrugged nonchalantly, took off the bathrobe on her body, put on her underwear first, and then slowly put on the cheongsam.

Her movements looked very skilled, as if she had worn the cheongsam many times.

After putting on the cheongsam, Linglong stood up and took two steps, then she seemed a little embarrassed and said, "I haven't worn a cheongsam for several years, I didn't expect it to look so good now."

Jiujiu didn't speak, she sat on the sofa, lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking.

Looking at Jiujiu's expression, Linglong seemed to have thought of something, the embarrassment on her face disappeared, and her expression became a little darker.

In the room, the moment fell silent again.

Suddenly, Linglong frowned, glanced at the door, and couldn't help complaining: "Smelly brother, my sister is injured, she didn't care about me, she just slipped away."

Looking at Linglong's expression, Jiujiu said with a slight sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, "You have always regarded him as him."

"Aren't you the same?"

Linglong asked back, and finally said sadly: "I suddenly realized that I am very selfish."

Jiujiu didn't answer because she couldn't find anything to answer Linglong.

I regard Wang Chen as someone, and Linglong, who has been in contact with Wang Chen a lot, may have a stronger feeling than herself.

But I have to say that both myself and Linglong failed very badly.

Knowing that everyone is unique in this world, but still can't help but bring it into it.

After more than a minute, Jiujiu recovered from the confusion, she closed her eyes and said to Linglong: "From now on, don't bring him to my place."

Linglong nodded silently, and finally said mockingly: "In the future, I will avoid meeting him as long as I can, otherwise... I can't help but feel guilty for him."

After finishing speaking, Linglong opened the door without any hesitation, walked out directly, and walked out of the clothing store with Duanmu Ruoshui.

After Duanmu Ruoshui and Linglong left, Jiujiu walked out of the room.

She looked at the money on the table and became slightly absent-minded.

(End of this chapter)