
Oi! I am an article!
“Ah? What are you still needing?”
Seeing her look confused again, She Jingtian simply tilted her body without saying anything. Merely, the corners of his lips lifted up like a satisfied little boy.
Oi! I am an article!
“Cute with me!”
After blurting out these words firmly, She Jingtian couldn't help but hold onto Ye Wushuang's thin, jade-white wrist. Amidst Ye Wushuang's shock and confusion, She Jingtian took her elsewhere.
“Studio Jinzhi–” is the largest silk fabric manufacture place in Wuyou Castle. Here not only keep the best silk sent from different countries, also the greatest embroider in his field. The last time Ye Wushuang made a dress for Miss Min’er, she asked for help from this person. Their hands were so skillful that they stunned people. As long as it says any pattern to them, they can make it exactly the same. Of course, such a sophisticated place was inaccessible to ordinary people. This place only made clothes for people like She Jingtian and Miss Min’er. No one else is allowed to ask to be made.
Ye Wushuang did not understand why She Jingtian brought her here. After his pair of clear eyes wandered for a while, then he said, “City Lord, you are this..”.
Oi! I am an article!
Still holding onto Ye Wushuang's wrist tightly and raising the hand high, She Jingtian stared at Ye Wushuang's white clothes that were beginning to fade in color, she said, “I've seen you all day in this police white dress, rarely see you change clothes. In order to appreciate your help earlier, I brought you here to make some clothes for you.”
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang's face became hot. She did not dare to look directly at She Jingtian and said, “No need, I have a change of clothes. I just prefer this one.”Apparently, this man felt himself dressed too shabby. Was this kind of Ye Wushuang standing before this man really that boring?
“Everything is too plain. Moreover, in a season like this, how can you survive the cold weather without making a few thick dresses?”
“It..”.
The shopkeeper was a beautiful middle-aged woman in her 30s. The woman was wearing a very popular pink pomegranate flower dress. His neckline slightly opened, making his white and smooth skin as beautiful as his jade was occasionally visible.
The woman was surprised to see the visitors who came. His expression was very respectful, tidying up his clothes frantically while welcoming respect.
“City Lord, you came here? Please come here, I'll pour tea for you. Sit down first..”
While moving the sandalwood chair, the woman shouted loudly into the house, “Yu Xiu, Yu Qing, hurry out.”.
“No need.” She Jingtian immediately interrupted the woman's loud voice, “coming me today is not to give you guys a job.”
“Hehe, what are the instructions of the City Lord?”
“You guys saw this girl? Choose some suitable clothes to wear by her in autumn.”
While saying, he raised the hand of Ye Wushuang he was holding up high, to show who he meant.
Before this, the woman had completely ignored Ye Wushuang's existence. Because dealing with a handsome and domineering man like the City Lord, it was difficult to pay attention to others, especially a woman.
But right now, seeing that woman's hand was held by the City Lord She, that intimacy made all the women in this world feel envious. The woman forgot her responsibilities for a moment, only staring fixedly at the mysterious-faced woman.
Ye Wushuang felt uneasy making her, she stared at She Jingtian with a look for help. Their two eyes met each other, then Ye Wushuang looked at her hand that was still within She Jingtian's grasp. In an instant, like there was an electric shock, She Jingtian let go. His face was full of embarrassed and awkward expressions.
“Nona Wushuang, sorry I've been disrespectful.”