After resting for a day, the next morning, Mu Yan ate sothing simple and started preparing.
The gown was prepared long ago, a light blue long dress with a large hem, adorned with peony flowers, looking very elegant. The backless design added a bit of sensuality.
Wearing ten-centiter high heels, the gown barely touched the ground, walking wouldn’t expose the shoes.
After changing, she looked at the man standing beside her and asked, "How is it, does it look good?"
Jiang Jingheng stared intently at her backless dress, his expression gloomy.
Mu Yan followed his gaze and touched her back, pouting, "Why are you more conservative than ?"
Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow, teasingly said, "Yes, I’m not as open-minded as Mrs. Jiang."
Mu Yan, "..."
Why speak in such a sarcastic tone.
"You’re not allowed to wear this," Jiang Jingheng expressed his stance directly.
She needed to stay in the entertainnt industry, he temporarily had no solution but to compromise, but this didn’t an he could allow n to look at her with impure thoughts.
After all, even he was tempted by her beauty, let alone those n.
"But I like this dress," Mu Yan said unhappily.
Jiang Jingheng suddenly approached, his hand landed on her back.
His rough palm rubbed against her back, a tingling sensation spreading, Mu Yan looked into his dark eyes, feeling an ominous premonition.
She rembered a similar scene, suddenly grabbed his hand, and said anxiously, "If you don’t like it, I just won’t wear it."
Jiang Jingheng saw her nervous deanor, the corner of his mouth slightly curved, "Mrs. Jiang is really good to ."
Mu Yan chuckled, not knowing who threatened her just now.
She walked to the cabinet, took out another almost identical dress, the only difference being that the back wasn’t backless.
She looked at Jiang Jingheng, speechless, "Brother Song indeed understands you well."
Before coming to Venice, Song Cheng’an handed the gowns to her, she was puzzled as to why he prepared two almost identical ones.
At that ti Song Cheng’an said just in case, she didn’t understand then, now it’s clear he was worried Jiang Jingheng might suddenly visit.
She complained softly, "Since being with you, I can’t wear pretty clothes anymore."
A smile appeared in Jiang Jingheng’s delicate peach blossom eyes, his tone was extrely playful, "I think you look better without clothes, and it’s only by being with that you can hear such complints."
Mu Yan, "..."
He starts flirting at the slightest disagreent, truly doesn’t want to bother with him.
She turned her back to him, starting to change clothes.
As the dress ca off, her fair back appeared like a flowing line in his view, becoming the most beautiful scenery.
Jiang Jingheng watching made his breathing chaotic, those late-night quiet monts flashed in his mind.
Before, when she was shy and unwilling to let him see, he joked about her.
Now she’s completely at ease, but he couldn’t handle it.
He awkwardly turned away, looked out the window, listening to the rustling sounds behind him, feeling even more restless, simply took out his phone to check stocks, diverting attention.
Mu Yan dressed, seeing Jiang Jingheng staring at his phone, feeling sowhat guilty.
If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t have left a pile of company matters to co over.
After changing, Mu Yan went to Wang Linjia’s room for makeup, then headed out together.
As for Jiang Jingheng, naturally, he had ways to get a film festival invitation, to avoid suspicion, he didn’t leave with Mu Yan.
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