Shi Xiaonian was lying in the crook of Gong Ou’s arm. His eyes were open, and she was enduring the pain on his body, but when she heard her voice, she suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight at her.
Shi Xiaonian was startled, was it about the press conference?
Then what do we do?
Gong Ou stared straight at her. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand, placed it into his mouth and opened up his thin lip.
How could she be like this? She was actually worried for him.
Shi Xiaonian shook her hands, but was in the mood to cause trouble with her, which should mean that he was very confident in today’s press conference, right?
Lumbar acid backache.
She got out of bed, still feeling sleepy, and went to the door to open it.
Feng De led a group of servants and stood at the door, all of them holding either leather shoes or shirts, wearing suits, and even watches that were placed on boxes and held in their hands.
“Miss Shi, good morning.” Feng De lowered his head towards her, brimming with energy and vitality, “The clothes are all prepared.”
“Oh, Gong Ou is washing up inside. He’ll be out in a while.”
Shi Xiaonian said while standing at the door, she did not let them in.
Gong Ou did not like outsiders entering his bedroom.
“Feng De is here?”
“Yes, we’re here.”
Shi Xiaonian was speechless.
“It’s half past seven in the morning. The press conference will be held three hours later.” Feng De said respectfully.
Gong Ou lowered his hand and coldly glanced at them.
He put on his pants and a shirt and suit.
Shi Xiaonian immediately retracted her hand, she would never tie her complicated tie.
“No need to take it!” Gong Ou opened his mouth, his slender hands looking very handsome, he said, “This knot is pretty good, that’s all.”
“You’re the young master, and I’m the young master?”
Gong Ou said indifferently as he picked up a diamond collar clip and handed it over to her, indicating that she should place it in his place.
Shi Xiaonian took the tie clip and put it on his tie. This time, she was very careful and carefully adjusted the angle.
Like a signal, a group of maids heard the signal and came over to stand in a few rows.
Shi Xiaonian bit her lips, then looked at those dresses. She picked out a dress that had a Chinese style — blue and white porcelain, a fresh and fresh atmosphere, a white dress fluttering in the wind, with blue ink embedded inside.