"Welcome, what can I help you with?"

  Yang Mu Xiao looked at the smiling salesgirl and sincerely hoped that she would let her quietly browse, quietly buy, and then quietly leave.

  She looked at Gu Qingcheng, who rubbed his chin and said, "I'm asking you, what do you think I'm doing?"

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  Finally, Yang Fu Xiao chose two bras and when the cashier was packing them up, she glanced back and saw Gu Qing Cheng on the other side, seemingly chatting with a sales associate and even gesturing with his hands.

  She walked closer with a slight frown, and then heard a sentence that made her unable to move again.

  "Oh, you're referring to an invisible bra. If it's for your wife, I recommend these two styles."

  "Alright, take one set each according to the code just now."

  Yang Mu Xiao was completely petrified, and in the first second he came back to his senses, he hastily stretched out his hand to stop him, "No need, I don't need it."

  Gu Qing's eyes were deep and solemn, he smiled: "Trust me, you need it."

  After walking around the mall for two hours in high heels, Yang Xiao returned to the hotel and immediately kicked off her shoes. She sat on the bed with her legs crossed, looking at the back of her feet, which had undoubtedly been rubbed raw in three places. The side of her foot also had a mark left on it, and when she pressed it with her hand, it hurt so much that she gritted her teeth.

  The hotel room door was unlocked, and before Yang Fuxiao came in, she had already asked the service staff for anti-inflammatory drugs and band-aids. When she heard the door open, she didn't even lift her head. Footsteps approached, casting a partial shadow on her body, and a voice sounded above her head.

  "Is it that serious?"

  Yang Fuxiao suddenly lifted her head and subconsciously hurriedly pulled down her skirt to sit properly on the edge of the bed, not knowing if she had accidentally exposed herself in her previous cross-legged sitting position.

  "It's nothing, I'll get used to it, thank you Mr. Gu for your concern!"

  Gu Qingcheng put down the anti-inflammatory medicine and band-aids on the bedside table, turned around and walked out, closing the door behind her. "Indeed, one should get used to it, in the business circle and workplace, there won't be female managers wearing sports shoes."

  Yang's hand movement suddenly stopped, and when he looked up, the hotel room door was already closed in front of him.

  The crystal chandelier above was turned to the dimmest setting, its light soft and gentle, but Yang Zhaosheng inexplicably felt that the light was piercing his eyes, wavering in front of him, making everything seem like a heavy shadow.

  …………

  The next morning, Fang Shu called Yang Chao to bring the two clothes given by Gu Qingcheng and leave at 9 o'clock.

  Finally going to meet Liang Yufan, Yang Fuxiao specially put on a refreshing makeup before leaving the house.

  After having something to eat in the hotel restaurant, Gu Qingcheng took Yang Mianxiao to a private club.

  Mr. Fang said: "Mr. Liang has already gone in half an hour ago."

  In response to Yang's puzzled gaze, Fang Shu explained: "Every Saturday at 8 am, Mr. Liang will come to this private club."

  Yang changed into a pair of high heels, three centimeters small heel, used to do the buffer for that pair of seven centimeter high heels first, Gu Qingcheng looked at her from behind, "Adapted?"

  Actually Yang wanted to say "Thanks to you."

  However, when it came to his lips, he softened a lot and smiled at Cong Qingshan: "I've adapted."

  "But you don't need high heels today."

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  Since I had already inquired about Liang Yufan's habits, he would work out for two hours in the morning and then go swimming for an hour. At noon, he would have lunch at a French restaurant next door.

  Yang brushed off the dawn and went to the women's dressing room to change her clothes and shoes. Only then did she open the paper bag that Gu Qingcheng had sent over for her, and indeed, as Fang Shu said, there were two sets of clothes inside, one was sportswear, and the other was... a swimsuit.

  But has anyone ever told Gu Qingcheng that she is just a duck in a drought?

  Fortunately, it's not a bikini.