Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 304 Miss Republic of China is acting like a baby again (55)

The wind blows the soft pink flowers.

The petals swirl sometimes, fall down sometimes, swing leisurely, and fall on the window sill covered by sunlight, stretching their petals.

It was late at night when she woke up, Jiang Wan looked at the cheongsam that had been torn to the point of being unwearable, and frowned, "I begged Uncle Wu for this for a long time, and he nodded and made it for me!"

Tightening her slender waist, her strong arms wrapped around her, bringing her back into the bed, "Be careful of freezing."

Jiang Wan smiled and pinched his chest, "Why weren't you afraid of being frozen just now?"

Zhang Yanqing clutched her little hand on her chest, put it on her lips and kissed it, solemnly, "I asked."

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"Wan Wan didn't hear it, she just cared about being comfortable."

"Zhang Yanqing!"

He hugged her in his arms, and when she couldn't see his face, his eyes were red, and he whispered, "I'm here."

Wan Wan.

I am here!

In the dressing room backstage, the woman is wearing a smoky rose-colored cheongsam with high slits and a delicate top hat on her curly hair.

There was a layer of lip balm on the fingertips, and she carefully applied it on the soft lips with elegant movements.

On the mirror, the door behind the woman was suddenly pushed open, and a thin figure walked in from the outside.

Seeing the figure flashing in, Jiang Wan wiped the red marks on her fingers with a handkerchief, raised her eyebrows, and glanced lazily over, "This cheongsam will be worn for a performance later, don't tear it off!"

Zhang Yanqing stared at the slit for a while, pursed her lower lip, and said in a deliberative tone, "Tear it after you wear it home?"

He was answered by a random ball of handkerchiefs.

Zhang Yanqing put the handkerchief into his pocket with a smile, and he approached her.

The vanity mirror is covered with sparkling colored lights.

He reached out to stroke the tip of her hair, but his fingertips missed.

Seeing the clear changes on that face and the rising fear in his eyes, Jiang Wan lightly grasped the frozen hand next to her ear, rubbed it against the top of her hair, looked at him and smiled sweetly, "Silly Qingqing, your fiancee is here!"

Her hair was so soft that it could easily heal the scars in his heart.

On the stage, the lights were as bright as day.

The rose-colored cheongsam on the woman was as bright as the moon by the light.

The whole audience was looking up at her, watching her stage play, and listening to her song like Yingli, they couldn't help but be intoxicated.

But she was looking at him.

Seeing him doting on her with a smile all over her face, but only her eyes were distracted, staring at the stage empty.

When the show ended, the lights went out one by one, and the figures left one by one.

In a blink of an eye, there was only one person left in the huge performance hall.

Zhang Yanqing straightened her back and did not move.

He frowned, drawing the architectural diagram of the performance hall in his mind.

He thought that he could only walk out with memory and vague impressions for a while.

because of him.
"Zhang Yanqing!" The woman walked towards him step by step in high heels.

His cold hands were held tightly by her, and then he was slowly pulled to stand up by her.

"Take your feet up a flight of stairs." Jiang Wan clasped fingers with that cold hand, "Follow me."

He handed himself over to her, and stepped forward without the slightest hesitation.

After stepping on it firmly, Zhang Yanqing pulled the corner of her bitter lips, "I can't see Wan Wan."

"I know." She replied.

"So, I'll be your eye!"

The smash hit "Opera Fairy" Jiang Wan suddenly announced that she was going to get married, but no one knew who her mysterious fiance was.

In early autumn, there was a performance by Jiang Wan at the Lingcheng Opera House.

At the end of the night, two armored trucks "buzzed" at the entrance of the opera house.

Dressing room. The ink-black cheongsam with white jade peonies was torn lightly, and the slits reached directly to the waist.

On the sofa, he pressed up from behind.

Jiang Wan shook her head to hide, "No more"

Seeing the messy cheongsam on her body, Jiang Wan was annoyed, but could only scold weakly, "Zhang Dutong, you ruined the cheongsam that people wear when they sing!"

The cheongsam was raised abruptly.

He lowered his head and kissed the snow-white flesh.

"There are two big carts of cheongsams outside."

"The cheongsam belongs to Wanwan, and Wanwan belongs to Qingqing!"

　After thinking about it, I still write horror! !See you tonight.

　　Sister Wan and Qingqing's profile pictures have been posted~~Small surprise: There will be a lottery draw this month! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)