After her death, the crazy boss killed all the villains and committed suicide

"Aci——"

Luo Yang stretched out her hand to block the man's eager lips, her voice was indescribably coquettish.

"No."

She didn’t know how many people were waiting outside. If any news got out, she wouldn’t know how to get out.

Lu Jingci saw what Luo Yang was thinking, and a smile flashed across his deep dark eyes. He held her hand that was covering his and kissed it on the palm.

"good,"

He placed Luo Yang's hand on his waist, and his deep, magnetic voice was somewhat seductive.

"No one will come in, and no one will hear."

"But,"

Luo Yang felt the man's rising body temperature through his clothes. Looking at his face so close to her, it was particularly difficult for her to say no.

"And I have to pick out a dress."

"My Yangyang looks good in anything. I will choose the right one and send it back to you."

Lu Jingci's deep eyes almost became tangible, and his voice was low and doting.

"Baby, is it ok now?"

The man's voice was inherently magnetic, and it was lowered to the extreme, appearing particularly gentle. Luo Yang instantly forgot everything.

The smile on Lu Jingci's lips deepened. He clasped his beautiful, slender fingers around her waist and leaned closer.

It is soft where it should be soft, and hard where it should be hard.

The atmosphere gradually heated up.

At this time, the other side.

Old Madam Lu looked at the light purple knee-length strapless dress.

"This one is nice, it suits you."

Seeing this, Sarah immediately came over and introduced herself.

"The old lady has a good eye. The inspiration for this piece is the light purple tulip. It is fresh, gentle and unique, and very suitable for Miss Song's temperament."

Mrs. Lu then noticed Sarah and asked with a smile.

"Why did you come out? Have you made your choice?"

Song Jiarou also looked at Sarah.

"Mr. Lu wants to help Madam choose personally, so let's all come out,"

Sarah said sincerely.

"Mr. Lu and his wife have a really good relationship."

Everyone has come out, only Brother Jingci and that woman are inside?

What do they want to do, what are they doing?!

There was a terrifying gloom in the depths of Song Jiarou's eyes.

"Jiarou?"

Madam Lu's voice interrupted Song Jiarou's thoughts and pulled her back from her imagination.

"Grandma Lu, what's wrong?"

"Why are you in a daze?"

Madam Lu looked concerned.

"If you are not feeling well, go back first. Your health is the most important thing."

"Just a little tired,"

Song Jiarou's complexion returned to normal and she raised the corners of her mouth.

"What did you just say?"

Sarah picked up the light purple dress and smiled.

"The old lady asks you if you would like to try this one on?"

Song Jiarou couldn't help but think of the burgundy dress on Luo Yang. Her eyes passed over the one in Sarah's hand and looked at the other one.

"I like that one better."

Madam Lu and Sarah both followed Song Jiarou's gaze.

A bright red long dress with a pleated collar.

Sarah pursed her lips and chose to tell the truth.

"Ms. Song, that dress doesn't suit you as well as this one, either in color or cut."

Miss Song's skin is white, but it is the kind of sickly paleness that becomes more obvious against the red background.

Furthermore, Miss Song has a petite figure, and this bright red dress is too long for her and does not highlight her figure well.

Of course, she only dared to say these words in her heart.

Because the smile on Miss Song's face had obviously faded.

Mrs. Lu turned her gaze from the bright red dress to Song Jiarou and spoke in a gentle voice.

"Jiarou, suitability is more important than liking."

Suitability is more important than liking.

Song Jiarou's heart seemed to be hit hard by these words, and her thick eyelashes trembled.

Is Grandma Lu referring to the clothes or the people?

Could it be that she saw what he was thinking?

Song Jiarou didn't dare to think too much in front of Mrs. Lu and looked at Sarah.

"Okay, let's take this one."

"I'm old and can't sit still anymore,"

Madam Lu narrowed her eyes, her expression still gentle and kind.

"You and your little sister can take your time to stroll around. I'll go back first."

She stood up from the sofa and walked out.

Song Jiarou quickly stood up and went forward to hold Madam Lu's arm.

"I'll see you off."

Madam Lu gently patted Song Jiarou's hand.

"No need, Xiaoxing is waiting outside, you can choose carefully."

"it is good,"

Song Jiarou understood what Madam Lu meant, pursed her lips and said nothing more.

Only after Mrs. Lu left did she turn around and go back to the room.

When Sarah met Song Jiarou's eyes, she inexplicably felt a chill running down her back, but when she looked more carefully, she no longer had that feeling.

Two big clients came today, making her feel nervous?

"Ms. Song, what do you think?"

"This is it,"

Song Jiarou didn't look at the light purple dress in Sarah's hand. She picked up her bag and left.

Zhao Ping, who was waiting at the door, followed silently.

Sarah looked at Song Jiarou's back and felt inexplicably relieved.

"Jiarou,"

Seeing Song Jiarou, Zhou Yue, who was strolling outside, went to greet her.

"Madam Lu is gone?"

Song Jiarou glanced at Zhou Yue with a smile on her face.

"Didn't you see it just now?"

She had indeed been staring at the box where Madam Lu and Song Jiarou were. Now that her actions were exposed, a hint of embarrassment flashed across her eyes.

"Jiarou, what's wrong with you? Why do you seem to be in a bad mood? Your face doesn't look as good as before?"

How could his emotions be revealed so obviously?

Song Jiarou's steps towards the elevator paused slightly, and the next moment, she returned to normal.

"I'm just a little tired,"

She smiled at Zhou Yue, her voice gentle.

"Please put the selected dresses on my account. I will be leaving now."

"it is good,"

The smile on Zhou Yue's face immediately became more sincere, and he stopped at the elevator entrance.

"I'll go shopping again, you go back and have a good rest."

What she likes most about Jiarou is her generosity.

TOPTIER dresses are expensive. Although the Zhou family is not short of money, her shrewd stepmother will not let her spend money recklessly.

The smile on Song Jiarou's lips disappeared the moment the elevator closed.

"Where is Pei Yu?"