After returning to Kyoto, except for the first two days when Yun Ye accompanied Qin Xing to give gifts to the elders, he left early and came back late for several consecutive days.

There are people in charge of the company, and new product research and development is going smoothly. Qin Xing spends most of his time with his grandparents.

Sometimes she is bored and wants to ask her sisters to go shopping, but she finds that each one is busier than the other. This makes her feel a little guilty even though she is the shopkeeper with peace of mind. Why does she feel like she is the only one with so much free time?

Finally it was the weekend, but Yun Ye said he had to work overtime.

Qin Xing thought that her boyfriend was working so hard, so why not go to his company to accompany him.

Although we are separated by mountains, it doesn’t matter whether we understand or not, our main focus is to be a companion!

But before she even left the house, she received a call from Feng Jing asking her to go shopping.

Qin Xing instantly forgot about her boyfriend who worked hard overtime, changed her clothes and happily went out to meet her little sisters.

After the two met, they had no specific destination, so they just ate, drank, and watched a movie. It was already afternoon.

Feng Jing took her to the largest shopping mall in Kyoto.

A girl's wardrobe is always missing one piece of clothing, and Qin Xing is no exception.

The two entered a boutique that specialized in dresses. Feng Jing entered the store and started picking out clothes.

"Xing'er, try these two."

Every time she went shopping, Feng Jing was always keen on helping Qin Xing choose clothes, just like dressing up a real doll, she never tired of it.

Fortunately, Feng Jing's aesthetics has always been on point, so she doesn't have to worry about matching, and Qin Xing is very cooperative.

Qin Xing was happy to be a brainless real doll, picked up the two clothes in her hand and entered the fitting room.

The two dresses Feng Jing chose for her were both light dresses and would not be out of place even if they were worn daily.

When she came out of the fitting room, Feng Jing looked at her with gleaming eyes.

"Xing'er, let me tell you, Yun Ye will make a lot of money marrying you in this life, I hate it!"

"Hate what?"

"I hate that I'm not a man." Feng Jing looked distressed, and the next second she pretended to be ambiguous and moved closer to her.

"Why don't you like women? How about I recommend myself as a pillow?"

Qin Xing raised his hand and pushed her head aside, looking at her with a smile, "Do you dare to say it again in front of your family?"

Feng Jing instantly became honest, "Don't dare, don't dare, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Then he laughed twice and pushed the person to the fitting room, "Good boy, go try another one."

Just kidding, if that guy really hears her, he might drag her to get the certificate tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Feng Jing suddenly became excited. She wanted to enjoy her single life more and did not want to be a married woman for the time being.

Qin Xing turned back to the fitting room and couldn't help teasing her, "Husbands are strict!"

Seeing Feng Jing pretending to hit someone, she quickly stepped into the fitting room and closed the door and locked it in one go.

This made Feng Jing furious and unable to refute, so she could only curse and continue to choose clothes, shoes and jewelry.

In the end, the two of them bought several sets from head to toe. When they left, Feng Jingfei pulled Qin Xing to put on the newly bought skirt and high heels.

Qin Xing was helpless, "Jingjing, the heels of these shoes are too high. I can't go shopping in them."

"It's okay, it's okay. We won't go shopping anymore. We'll go have dinner later. You'll definitely like my newly discovered private restaurant."

Feng Jing looked at Qin Xing, who was wearing a white dress, with satisfaction, and said with excitement, "Let's go get a haircut."

"No, is it so grand to just go and have a private meal?"

Feng Jing's eyes wandered, and she hugged Qin Xing's arm and began to shake it, "Oh, I have a date tonight, so just go with me~"

"Okay, okay, I'll go, stop dangling." Unable to stand her coquettishness, Qin Xing smiled and compromised.

The result of compromising is being dragged along for styling.

By the time the two of them arrived at the private restaurant Feng Jing mentioned, it was already dark.

Qin Xing looked at the closed courtyard in front of him with a confused look.

"Are you sure it's here?"

Feng Jing secretly glanced at the address on her phone and nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, it's right here. This is a new store. The boss hasn't had time to make a sign yet. Let's go in."

Just as she was about to go in, she suddenly said, "I've forgotten my bag in the car. You go in first and I'll come find you later."

"I'll go get it with you."

"Oh, the car is parked not far away. This store is always doing good business. If you go late, there won't be any seats. You go in first and grab a seat. I'll be quick."

Feng Jing said as she ran in the direction of the parking lot, Qin Xing had no choice but to turn around and go in first.

When I opened the red lacquered door, there was no bustle of people as I expected. Instead, it was unusually quiet, and even the lights were only a few dim.

This is very abnormal, but Feng Jing will not harm her. Thinking carefully about Feng Jing's series of actions today, Qin Xing had a vague suspicion in his heart.

As he stepped into the door, lights suddenly lit up around him. Although he had some suspicions in his mind, Qin Xing still walked in with caution.

After bypassing the screen wall and entering the courtyard, Qin Xing did not stop at the flowers and balloons in the garden. She went straight to the countless photos hanging between several big trees.

The breeze blew, and under the bright lights, the photos flickered, just like Qin Xing's heartbeat at the moment, out of rhythm!

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