Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

After Qin Zhuo'an went out to the street to calm down, he had some bad thoughts again. He looked at the cheongsam woven with gold and silver threads on the tray of the cloth shop and threw a big bag to the shop.

"I want this dress."

The shopkeeper panicked when he saw Qin Zhuo'an, and quickly nodded and bowed: "Hello, Marshal Qin, do you want the shop to make new clothes for you today?"

"I told you that I want this dress." He frowned and pressed down on the clothes on the tray, with a hint of impatience on his face.

The hawker was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his whole body was shaking like chaff. He said hesitantly: "This... this... this dress was ordered by Marshal Jiang... his aunt, the small... the small... I dare not sell it to you without permission.”

"I will send someone to protect you. If Jiang asks you, just say that I want to take away this dress." Qin Zhuoan's brows relaxed a little and asked the vendor to pack the clothes and hand them to him.

When the hawker was packing, he asked him a question: "May I ask Marshal Qin, what kind of women are there in the house? If the style of these clothes does not fit, you can take them back and let me change them."

"That's okay." Qin Zhuo'an took the clothes from the vendor, thanked him, and added: "I don't have any female relatives in my mansion, but I just have someone to relieve my boredom."

The hawker's head didn't turn around for a while, and by the time it turned around, Qin Zhuo'an had already gone far.

He looked at Qin Zhuoan's back and sighed: "He is so handsome after all, even a bird to relieve his boredom has to build a nest with a cheongsam made of gold and silver threads."

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"Knock Knock-"

The noise coming from outside the door disturbed Yan Qingning, who was closing his eyes and concentrating. He came back to his senses and said: "Please come in."

A man who looked like a butler walked in slowly with a tray, bowed and saluted Yan Qingning, "Shuai Qin went to the street to find some clothes for you. Please change into them."

"Thank you." Yan Qingning couldn't see clearly what kind of clothes in the tray were, so he asked politely: "Excuse me, what kind of clothes are they?"

The butler had obviously been ordered by Qin Zhuoan in advance and knew the condition of Yan Qingning's eyes. He glanced at the obviously feminine clothes on the tray and said hesitantly: "Yes... it's a cheongsam."

The gentle smile on Yan Qingning's face suddenly froze, and the smile faded a lot, and her voice was polite and distant: "Please return it to him."

The butler looked troubled, "Shuai Qin has ordered you to change into these clothes. If you don't change, he will come over personally to help you change into them."

"So, for your own sake, you'd better put it on."

"I understand." Yan Qingning suppressed the anger in his heart. His good upbringing prevented him from getting angry at innocent people who had nothing to do with him. He could only reply politely: "Please go back first, I will change my clothes."

"You... don't need my help?" the housekeeper asked, obviously considering Yan Qingning's eyes.

"You don't need to worry, I will change it myself." Yan Qingning knew his concerns and smiled politely: "Go back, I will take care of everything."

The housekeeper was a little worried, but because he obeyed Qin Zhuo'an, he could only watch the well-educated young master being wantonly humiliated by the warlord's forces.

When he left, he deliberately closed the door tightly, for fear that someone would catch the young man with bad eyesight changing his clothes.

After confirming that the person was completely gone, Yan Qingning began to ask Xiaobai in the consciousness space: [Does this mission target have any special hobbies?Who likes to see men wearing women's clothes? 】

[Um...that...] Xiaobai hesitated for a long time. He didn't know what kind of excuse he should find to excuse the mission target. He said vaguely: [But... maybe... maybe the mission target just likes Xiaobai. skirt……】

[It’s okay. If he likes it, you can let him wear it more in the future. 】 Yan Qingning smiled deeply, not hiding his dissatisfaction at all.

Mission target, you have stepped into the host's huge minefield several times, so wish yourself good luck!

Xiaobai silently prayed for Qin Zhuoan in his heart, and decided to rule with his tail between his legs from now on.

Yan Qingning opened the thin quilt and stood up. His hands that were so pale that his veins were prominent picked up the cheongsam in the tray. He looked at it for a moment, as if he was considering how to wear it.

After a long time, he put the cheongsam back on the tray and reached out to unbutton the buckle on his chest.

He has always wanted to be clean, and if conditions didn't allow it, he would never have allowed himself to wear this filthy moon-white gown for so long.

Just... forget it...

Yan Qingning took off her long gown and put on a cheongsam with slits down to her legs.Although she was embarrassed by the style of the cheongsam, her face was filled with elegance and gentleness.

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Qin Zhuoan waited for him in the main hall for a long time but did not see him come out. His little patience was finally exhausted. He rushed towards the room where Yan Qingning was staying and kicked open the door without saying hello.

The people in the room didn't seem to expect that he would suddenly barge in at this moment, and the hands holding the zipper around his waist stopped at this moment.

The slender and porcelain-white waist suddenly broke into Qin Zhuoan's sight, causing the blood in his body to surge up inexplicably.

Xiaobai: [Task target love value +10, current love value is: 10. 】

Color embryo...

Yan Qingning cursed secretly in his heart, but on the surface he looked panicked, and his unintentional movements made the spring on his waist show even more.

"You... how did you..."

"Shut up! I'm here to help you." Qin Zhuo'an stepped forward and trapped him in his arms, pressed his waist, and awkwardly pulled up the zipper on his waist.

Yan Qingning stood there with a blush on his face, his whole body already frozen in Qin Zhuoan's arms, not daring to move.

"Young Master, why are you acting like a woman?" Qin Zhuo'an always had a vicious mouth. Even though he was amazed by Yan Qingning's appearance, he just couldn't say anything soft.

"It's the clothes you sent me." Yan Qingning turned her face away from him and replied to him calmly.

Qin Zhuo'an could hear a rare hint of anger in his tone.

He felt a little strange, so he pinched Yan Qingning's face, raised his eyebrows and said, "Young Master, don't you preach that 'everyone is equal'? Why are you so angry just because you're wearing women's clothes?"

"What? You don't like me?"

"That's not the case." The thin red color on Yan Qingning's face due to his anger has not dissipated. He tried to keep his voice steady and said to Qin Zhuo'an: "The equality of all people also includes the equality of men and women. Men and women are equal in personality. They They should also have equal status in society.

Women's clothing is not a way to humiliate a man, and men's clothing is not a way to humiliate a woman.Clothes are artificially used to distinguish gender, but it does not represent others. People should have the right to choose their own clothing, instead of being criticized or even criticized by others because of a piece of clothing.

What I am angry about is not women's clothing, but you who forced women's clothing on me. "

Qin Zhuoan was silent, his rough fingers caressing the end of Yan Qingning's eyes, his voice was so cold that it hurt people: "Young Master, this is just your ideal, an unrealistic and impossible ideal!"

The young master who grew up in a honeypot couldn't understand the cruelty of the world. He was too gentle to the world, and even his so-called ideals were too naive and too ridiculous.

And people like him, if they were born in a stable world, would definitely achieve something.

It's just a pity that he was born in an era that was so chaotic that human nature was distorted...

In such an era, a pure person like him would inevitably lead to disaster.