Quick wear: the host is really floating

Chapter 405 Xuanwu Prodigal Daughter 49
gentle.

That man is very gentle.

Is it because he is not gentle enough and treats her coldly all day long, so she doesn't like it anymore?
Jiang Ce gently closed his eyes.

I like to wear red clothes, I have long eyes, I have a gentle smile, and I am also sensible and kind...

The sound outside has gradually died down, it seems that you have left that group of people.

Jiang Ce didn't care, he continued to sit there thinking about the man.

But after thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of it.

What does gentleness look like?

Like to wear red clothes?

Isn't that just like her?

Jiang Ce thought wildly for a long time but couldn't come up with a reason, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt a headache.

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a gentle knock on the door outside, and Jiang Ce, who was sitting on the ground, opened his eyes suddenly.

Is she here?
He stood up abruptly and opened the door with a "snap". The boy who was carrying the food at the door looked at him slightly startled, and leaned back as if frightened.

The soup bowl on the wooden tray he was carrying was tilted back slightly, and the soup inside was tilted and slightly spilled out.

"Mr. Jiang...Jiang Ce?" This was the first time the boy saw Jiang Ce like this.

He is the one who regularly delivers meals to Jiang Ce in Baihualou, and has been delivering meals for several years.

In the past, even if he didn't go out, Jiang Ce would comb his hair and dress neatly. This person has always been meticulous.

But today...

This slovenly look...

The little servant suddenly lowered his head, barely steadying himself.

Mr. Jiang Ce like this... seems to be more attractive and attractive.

Jiang Ce stood where he was, with a very obvious disappointment flashing in his eyes.

Standing on the spot, he licked his pale crimson lips, and slowly stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."

The voice was as cold as usual, nothing strange at all.

Although Jiang Ce's appearance was not the same as usual, and there was nothing wrong with his emotions, the boy still felt a dangerous aura from him. He raised his hand and tremblingly moved the Passed the tray over, whispered, "Yes."

The man reached out and took the tray.

His white wrist is absolutely beautiful, exuding a faint fragrance, the servant lowered his head, he couldn't help but stare blankly.

But in the next second, that clear wrist disappeared in front of his eyes, replaced by bright soup rippling out of the soup bowl, shaking in the tray.

The boy heard the man say calmly and coldly, "Thank you."

He raised his head blushing and was about to say thank you, but when he raised his eyes, he met the cold carved wooden door.

The wooden door was slowly closed, and the man's peerless face slowly disappeared before his eyes.

The boy opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

Mr. Jiang Ce seems to be a little bit wrong today.

He has never talked so much on weekdays, and he is dressed like this today...

How come you look injured.

Could it be because of Miss Xue?
The boy was taken aback by his own thought, he quickly ran downstairs and quickly denied his idea.

How is it possible, Mr. Jiang Ce is like a fairy, how could he be sad because of such a common thing.

He must be thinking too much.

Upstairs, Jiang Ce slowly put down the tray in his hand, and let the soup that was full of balls roll around in the wooden tray.

He lifted his feet and walked towards his closet, the delicate box was still in the darkest corner of the closet.

Jiang Ce stood in front of the closet, looked at the lonely box expressionlessly, and closed his eyes lightly.

You haven't seen me wearing it yet, why didn't you come here.

(End of this chapter)