The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Mr. Song’s sports car appeared at the Beijing Auto Show in 1995. Ferrari, as a complete car manufacturer, made its debut at a Chinese auto show for the first time. After that, several mysterious rich people bought the Italian brand sports car that existed at a sky-high price that day.

And Mr. Song is one of the mysterious rich people.

She dug out six paper bags from the back of the car, all of which were luxury brand LOGOs. She dug out the clothes in several paper bags, and said while looking for them: "This one won't work, the color doesn't suit you, it's getting old."

"This one doesn't work, either, an evening dress. This one seems to be okay...Oh, no, no, it's a skirt suit, not suitable for students." After turning to the fifth paper bag in a row, Mr. Song nodded in satisfaction, "This one is fine, this one is fine. The long-sleeved skirt is just right for this time, so it won't be cold."

Take out a custom-made lake dark green linen casual long-sleeved long dress, which has ethnic style elements, and peony flowers are drawn out with colorful silk threads, which is refreshing and enchanting.

The style and style are rare in the market, and you can tell that the price is expensive just by looking at it.

After digging through several bags, this one is the only one I am most satisfied with. Mr. Song didn't feel any distress, and directly stuffed the custom-made dress into Ye Jian's hands, and said, "Don't be polite to Auntie, you saved Auntie's life." Yes, let alone a single dress, I’ll give you hundreds of dresses. You go to the car to change, and I’ll watch over it for you.”

Ye Jiantong was not given a chance to be polite to her at all, and said again: "Auntie is not afraid that your car will be dirty, think about it, when it comes to Ji Yang with such a bloodstained body, how can the airport staff let you in? "

There is really no reason to refuse. Entering the airport in a blood-stained school uniform will scare others and airport staff.

Mr. Song is slightly shorter than Ye Jian. Ye Jian puts on this autumn cotton and linen dress with ethnic style. She has beautiful features. She is tall and tall, so she wears this long dress to "live", and she wears it pure and innocent. A combination of enchanting.

Large peony flowers bloom all the way from the hem of the skirt, through the waist to the chest, and a few branches with vine curls are delicately extended to the neckline, and the temperament of a demon in the middle of the Qing Dynasty blows towards the face.

Wearing a school uniform, she is an obedient female student, whose temperament changed so much that Mr. Song was amazed.

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful, it's really beautiful... My friend said that I'm going to Hong Kong and Taiwan to hire a model, and I can find you wherever I need it..."

Ye Jian couldn't see the effect of wearing it, but Mr. Song kept praising her, and couldn't help laughing: "Aunt Song, it's your dress that is so beautiful."

"No matter how beautiful the clothes are, someone has to wear them. The person who wears them has the temperament to make the clothes beautiful." Mr. Song, whose complexion had not yet recovered, was still a little hoarse when he called Ye Jian so loudly just now, making his voice so loud. Congested.

He took out two bottles of mineral water from the car and handed one to Ye Jian. Mr. Song, who didn't drive immediately, raised his head and drank a big mouthful of water. After a while, he smiled wryly and said, "Xiaoye, come and drive, my legs are still a little Weak, no strength to step on the accelerator."

Her legs are weak and her stomach is nauseated. Whenever she thinks of the bloody scene in the carriage, she will feel nauseated.

Behind him, the police lights flickered, the traffic police came over to clear the traffic, the firefighters launched a rescue, and the medical staff sent the wounded to the hospital. Everything was carried out in an orderly manner.

A car accident happened suddenly, and we need to be thankful that it was around four o'clock in the morning. If it was daytime, the whole truck rushed from one side of the road to the other, and the scene would only be more tragic.