In the morning, the sun rises and shines slowly through the window on the person on the bed.
Mu Shishi opened her eyes, faced the soft sunshine, took a deep breath, and got up from the bed. Thinking of what happened yesterday, she felt like crying for the first time. How many cruel battles in modern times, she
They all gritted their teeth.
I actually wanted to cry yesterday. It seems that modern experience is not as important as family ties!
"Miss." The maid opened the door and came in.
Mu Shishi stood up, washed her clothes briefly, looked up at the ancient costume in Bai Ying's hand and frowned. She had never worn trivial clothes, not even many skirts.
"Bai Ying, do you have some simpler clothes?" Mu Shishi reached out and touched her head. Long clothes are her natural enemy!
In my memory, there were several times when I was on a mission, I wore a dress, and I fell down in public.
Fortunately, the mission was successfully completed because of a fall that accidentally attracted the attention of the original target. Otherwise, he would have been punished.
Since that day, the organization has strongly required her to learn ballroom dancing, erotic dance, and try on various long dresses.
In just one month, she almost collapsed from the torture. Since then, she has been particularly disgusted with long clothes.
"Simple? Miss, don't you like clothes with bright colors and more exaggerated styles than ordinary people?" Bai Ying asked, why does it feel like the miss has been different after being missing for half a month?
"Yes or not." Mu Shishi's voice became colder, not wanting to explain too much.
Bai Ying was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyes slightly and said, "Miss, we don't have one."
"Sister, don't you like those exaggerated and revealing clothes? This can attract men's attention more. Sister, today I heard that the Eighth Prince will go to Fengmanlou." A charming voice came from outside the door.
Mu Shishi blinked and looked at the door, knowing that a group of stupid women wouldn't be able to stay here.
"Third sister, you have time to come to my Miaoqu Garden this early in the morning." Mu Shishi looked away and asked lazily. She raised her hand and took the clothes in Bai Ying's hand and put them on.
Then, she lowered her head and looked at the style of the clothes. Since it didn't exist, she had no choice but to change it herself.
Mu Yingying's face darkened when she heard this. She was really different from before. Damn bitch, even if she changes, even if she has the support of her father, there is no way she can step on her head!
"Miss..." Bai Ying looked at Mu Yingying's ferocious expression and called out softly.
"Bai Ying, bring me a pair of scissors." Mu Shishi raised her head and said, tugging at the fluffy skirt with her fingers and removing it from the calf.
Chapter completed!