She ran away from him and was not to be offended by her sickly brother.

Meng Xia locked herself in the bathroom and refused to come out until Wen Yingying came over to find her to eat downstairs——

"I waited until noon to find you. I shouldn't have disturbed you, right?"

The woman's teasing tone made Meng Xia blush, and she subconsciously shook her head in denial, "No...it's not what you think..."

"You still said no. You made such a big noise last night. I saw fireworks in the hospital. This is a new resort and not many people came. Besides Huo Xibai, who else could make such a big noise? "

It turns out this is what she was talking about...

With her cheeks feeling hot, Meng Xia lowered her head and did not explain any more. After all, the real situation would only make her more embarrassed.

Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly heard Wen Yingying's suggestion, "By the way, do you want to go to the beach this afternoon? I heard there are motorboats, surfing, and diving here. What do you want to do?"

"I...actually I'm not very good at these things."

Meng Xia pursed her lips, looking a little embarrassed, but Wen Yingying patted her hand nonchalantly, "I'm still here to teach you!"

At the end, he added as if he remembered something, "By the way, you can wear the swimsuit I gave you last time..."

Before she finished her sentence, the woman next to her almost spit out a mouthful of water, but she forced herself to swallow it at the last second, almost choking herself to death, "Cough, cough, cough!"

"What's wrong? Such a big reaction, doesn't it suit you?"

Where does it fit? ?

The woman's eyes widened, causing Wen Yingying to chuckle, "No way, you, a fashion designer, are still so conservative?"

This is not a matter of conservatism. It's just that... thinking about what happened last night, Meng Xia is afraid that she will have a shadow on swimsuits in the future, at least not in the short term.

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In the afternoon, several people made an appointment to play water sports. To suit the occasion, Wen Yingying took Meng Xia to pick out a swimsuit, but the style was more conservative.

The black suspender skirt doesn't look special from the front, but the back is completely hollowed out, revealing a smooth and white back. The two black drawstrings at the waist complement the skin color, adding a bit of sexiness inexplicably.

"Is this... too revealing? Is the skirt too short?"

"Where is it exposed? Where is it short? You are at the seaside now, not the North Pole. Do you need to wrap yourself in a big cotton-padded jacket?"

"..."

But Meng Xia still tugged at the hem of her skirt uneasily. She had never worn such a short skirt before, especially after her leg injury. Her walking posture was a bit uncoordinated. Let alone short skirts, she hadn't even worn trousers in a year. There are all kinds of long skirts in all seasons, trying to cover up their shortcomings.

So much so that now that her walking posture is no longer conspicuous, she no longer dares to wear short skirts.

Wen Yingying looked at her with satisfaction, as if admiring her own work, "Sure enough, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Looking at it this way, she has a pure and lustful temperament."

"Especially this skin, it's white, tender and smooth. I can't help but be jealous when I look at it."

As Wen Yingying spoke, she took the opportunity to touch her back, causing Meng Xia to shrink away and say, "Miss Wen, stop making trouble...your skin is obviously much better than mine..."

"Then don't you look at how much thought I put into myself? You see, I just went out for a little bit yesterday and I got such a tan. I really envy you people who can't tan or gain weight."

This is true. Meng Xia has been Wen Yingying's assistant for a while and knows that she has always made a lot of efforts for her beauty. She not only strictly controls sugar and oil, but also performs regular maintenance.

On the other hand, she seemed to have never made any effort for her appearance except for daily skin care. Although her face was not as stunning as Wen Yingying's, it was still pretty.

No woman doesn't like to be praised for her beauty, especially from a beautiful woman.

Meng Xia, who originally felt something was wrong, suddenly felt very satisfied when she looked at herself in the mirror.

He walked out of the fitting room wearing this outfit. Huo Xibai, who was waiting, raised his eyes and looked over, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Meng Xia was inexplicably happy, walked up to him cautiously, and asked in a low voice, "How is it? Is it a little strange?"