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Chapter 807 It's not good, it's on fire

&1t;>What cheongsam to wear, what cheongsam to wear...org

Is this dress not good?

Very festive.

Zhou Zimo sat cross-legged on the bed, turned her around, braided her braids with big hands, and finally turned her over and looked at her, nodding with satisfaction.

A popular celebrity black mesh hat was worn on her head.

Zhou Zimo patted her on her back: "Okay, go shopping with your mother, don't take off your hat."

Ye Yifan was struck by lightning, stiff in place. He couldn't believe it, so he let her dress up like this.

Red floral cotton jacket, green floral cotton pants, and the fashionable black mesh hat on the head, don't be too weird when paired.

"Don't want to go?"

"No, I'll go."

"Wait a minute." Zhou Zimo walked to her and pulled her hand: "I'll take you there."

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When she arrived in the concession, Zhou Zimo wanted to follow her, but she refused.

Finally, Zhou Zimo pressed her in his arms and kissed her hard, then opened the car door and let her go.

Cui Wanjun had already been waiting there with the driver. The two of them were so happy to meet. Zhou Zimo saw that they walked a long way in hand and then turned around and went to the military camp.

Ye Yifan saw everything he wanted to buy when he saw it on the street. Cui Wanjun was happy to spoil her, and wrapped everything she liked.

The driver followed behind with a large bag of small bags.

The two of them walked on the street, which also attracted the attention of many people.

Because Ye Yifan's dress was really weird, it was like a little girl from a countryside picking up a precious top hat from a foreign lady, and putting it on with shamelessness, making her look out of place.

Cui Wanjun looked at her dress and laughed so hard that her stomach hurt.

The two of them talked and laughed all the way, and soon arrived at the restaurant that Cui Wanjun mentioned.

The driver parked the car at the door and waited.

There were not many people in the restaurant. Cui Wanjun and Ye Yifan were both here for the first time, so they didn't find it strange.

I ordered a good private room and waited for the dishes upstairs.

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After practicing Kung Fu, Ye Hancheng was injured. He changed into medicine, wrapped his body in gauze, and then opened the door and walked out as if nothing had happened.

When he arrived at the hall, the maid brought steaming hand washing water. He saw Ye Cheng sitting on the dining table and asked in confusion: "Where is my mother?"

"Your mother and Yifan went out to purchase New Year's goods."

The man's eyes became darker and he lowered his head and ate calmly, as if he was not affected at all.

Seeing him so calm, Ye Cheng was very satisfied. A hint of joy flashed in his deep eyes. He reached out and picked up a chopstick dish and put it in his bowl: "Eat more, you have been much thinner recently, so you have to make up for it."

"Yeah, thank you dad."

Ye Hancheng was eating slowly and well-educated.

After dinner, he followed the original route back to the room, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of Ye Cheng's mouth.

It seems that he is not as serious as he imagined. Maybe he will be able to completely let go in a few years.

With a bang, Ye Hancheng jumped off the high wall, and after landing steadily, he opened the car door in a hurry and the car left.

He looked around all the way, looking for his license plate number, driving very fast, and soon searching all over the street.

Just as he was about to turn around, a group of people suddenly rushed out of the alley and shouted in panic: "No, no, no, it's on fire."

"Run quickly."

"Oh, don't save it. Such a big fire, there is still wine inside. Can you save these basins of water?"

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