Not long after, the doorbell rang, and Song Song tightened her bathrobe and got up to open the door.
Opening the door, she saw a young and beautiful girl standing there, smiling as she asked, "Are you Song Song, Miss Song?"
"...Uh, it’s ."
"Here is the clothing ordered for you by a Mr. Xiao. Please check them, and sign this paper if there are no issues."
Dazed, Song Song took it, "Why don’t you co in and wait a mont while I try them on, is that okay?"
The girl smiled brightly, "Sure, I’ll just wait outside then."
"Uh, okay..."
Not wanting to keep the girl waiting too long, Song Song dashed into the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes. She didn’t expect that inside there was not only clothing but also a set of... very girly underwear.
The dress was white, while the underwear was pale pink. This combination made her feel like a high school girl.
What surprised her even more was that both the clothes and the underwear fit perfectly, as if they were tailor-made for her.
Song Song walked to the door, and just then heard the girl say, "I knew they’d fit well."
"Uh... How did you know my size?"
The girl covered her mouth with a laugh, a bit embarrassed, "The size was provided by Mr. Xiao."
"How does he even know?" Song Song asked softly, her face flushing even more.
"Mr. Xiao said you’d definitely ask that, so he told to tell you... because he’s felt it before..."
Instantly, Song Song’s face turned crimson. She didn’t know where to direct her eyes. She took the receipt, hastily signed her na, thanked the girl, and quickly shut the door.
It seed that doing so would lessen her embarrassnt a bit, but her heart was pounding uncontrollably.
Felt before...
Those words really sparked one’s imagination.
The next day, Song Song returned to Qingcheng City, and the following day, she reported back to school to register and cancel her leave.
Perhaps because of the previously spread rumors, many teachers at the school had already changed their attitude toward her, and from ti to ti, she could hear so gossip.
Since no one said anything to her face, she pretended she had heard nothing.
As for the "Chef God" competition hosted by Zhou Yunxian, it was a complete success, and the reason for its success seed to be attributed to the rumor.
None of this surprised Song Song. The only unexpected thing for her was that through the "Chef God" program, she beca pretty good friends with Qiao Yu.
This past week, Song Song was very busy, sotis even dizzyingly so, leaving her no ti to think about her marriage relationship with Xiao Jinghuai, which existed only on paper.
She didn’t take the initiative to contact him, and neither did he.
Occasionally logging into QQ, she would see he was online at tis, but she did not bother him.
...
Friday, at the Imperial Dynasty Club.
Jiang Yixiu swirled the wine in his hand, smiling, "You sneaky devil, don’t you think Old Xiao’s been acting a bit strange lately?"
Jin Bao Yan glanced at him, "No matter how strange he is, he’s still more normal than you."
"You..." Jiang Yixiu almost wanted to give him a smack, "Can’t you sleep unless you annoy ?"
Jin Bao Yan sneered, "Pretty much."
Jiang Yixiu rolled his eyes inwardly, then said, "Hey! I’m serious here! Don’t you think Old Xiao and my Little Cutie are having a spat?"
"You’re using the wrong term. ’Having a spat’ is usually for couples or married people with feelings. For ordinary n and won, you’d say... disagreent or quarrel..."
"Hey!" Jiang Yixiu placed his wine glass heavily on the coffee table, "What’s wrong with you! My Little Cutie and Old Xiao are married, why can’t they have a spat?"
Jin Bao Yan elegantly sipped his wine, "Does Old Xiao like your Little Cutie? Are you sure she’s not just another Qiao Yu?"
"Old Xiao’s thoughts... when have you or I ever truly understood them, huh?"
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