Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)

Chapter 1251 Someone smashed the door

It's just that, whether he knows it's a wedding shoe or not, and whether it's intentional or not, since he

won't say.

She also pretended not to know.

"Well, how about standing up and seeing if your feet are comfortable?" Jared finished putting Amber's

shoes on, stood up from the floor, and held out his hand toward her.

Amber obediently put her hand on the hand and was led by him to stand up.

When she stood up, the comfort on her feet was completely different from that brought by the previous

pair of high heels, which made her smile happily, "It's very comfortable."

The previous pair of high heels, just put on before walking around, just so standing, in fact, not very

comfortable.

After walking for a while, it became more difficult.

But the pair of high heels stood up, so that she did not have any discomfort, and even have a kind of

own wearing not high heels, but the sake of the flat shoes.

"Take a few steps and see." Jared was still a little uneasy.

Amber let go of his hand and walked around the lounge, finally returning to him and nodding to him,

"It's a nice walk too, thanks."

Jared now completely put down his heart, "I specifically let Ben go to the insoles to consult some buy, it

seems that the insole people really did not lie."

It turns out that it was Ben who asked the shoe store to buy the shoes, not he himself asked Ben to buy

this kind of ah.

It seems she was overthinking it.

It is also true that he is a man, how can he understand women's high heels.

Amber smiled, "I'm going to look in the mirror to see if these shoes will be incongruous with the dress

I'm wearing."

The height of the heels, after all, does have some connection to the dress.

The hated height can lengthen a woman's legs substantially, and also grow a woman's temperament

and aura.

Especially the woman on the dress, but also more bright and more can bring out the popularity of a

popular field, then with the high heels of hate, is the most appropriate.

If a gas field full of dresses, with a pair of general height heels, even if the pair of high heels is very

beautiful, it is not appropriate, not only can not play out a person's aura completely, but will also reduce,

making people look uncomfortable.

Even a little more serious, will expose the body disadvantage.

That's why a pair of proper shoes is so important.

This red dress on her is the more imposing kind, perfect for hating the sky.

That's why she is now worried about the average height wedding shoes under her feet, and the dress

does not match, then people will laugh, saying that she tang Jared's girlfriend, can not even find a good

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At that time, it would not only be a disgrace to himself, but also to Jared.

Seeing Amber's back as she hurriedly ran to the bathroom, Jared smiled helplessly.

In fact, he didn't think there was anything wrong with her at all and was about to tell her so.

I didn't expect that she ran so fast.

Jared shook his head helplessly and followed him to the bathroom

In front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bathroom, Amber looked at herself in the mirror, trying to

cause a little mismatch.

But finally looked around down and found that the shoes under her feet, with the dress on her body,

seemed to be nothing out of place, and any problems she was worried about did not exist.

As for why there is no sense of inconsistency?

Amber took a closer look and finally realized it was because of her long legs.

Because the legs are long, so even if the shoes are of average height, they can automatically lack that

little sense of dissonance.

"Well, does it fit?" At this point, the man walked in, hugged the woman from behind, and asked in her

ear.

Amber smiled and nodded, "Good, I thought it was a little weird to match, but I didn't expect to see that

I had overthought it, and it was quite appropriate, mainly because I have long legs, which made up for

that little bit of inappropriateness, and also made me realize for the first time that I had always been a

long-legged."

Jared looked down at her exposed white, smooth legs and his eyes darkened, "Really? Let me see."

With that, he was about to reach down and touch it.

Amber slapped his hand away, "Go, talk about the wind is rain ah you, no touching."

Once the fire is touched, isn't it time for the next step?

The man looked at the back of his hand, which was slapped red, with some amusement.

It's really not polite at all.

Just as the two were warming up in the bathroom, the door to the lounge outside was once again

knocked on.

But this time the knock is very rough, say it is knocking, rather than smashing the door is more

appropriate.

That thumping sound, as if to collect debts, listening to the people on edge.

Amber is very are able to feel the wall are trembling, directly over, even the restroom walls are

trembling.

Who the hell is at the door that is so rude?

Don't say Amber frowned, a little unhappy.

The man behind her, his face is even more ugly, the breath around him has plummeted, icy cold.

He let go of Amber and turned toward the bathroom door.

Amber knew he was going to check out who was actually banging on the door, and hurriedly followed

along.

The two arrived at the lounge door and Jared grabbed the doorknob and turned it right around.

The door opened.

Yet there was no one outside the door!

Amber frowned and guessed, "Did you know that you knocked on the wrong door and ran away? For

example, drunk before knocking on the wrong door, later realized that knocking on the wrong door, and

rushed away?"

It's not impossible.

When you come to a party, you have to drink.

And if you drink more or have a poor drinking capacity, you will easily get drunk.

When you get drunk and want to find a place to rest, you are likely to go wrong.

Jared thinks otherwise, his eyes narrowed dangerously, "whether there is a wrong door or not, it will not

be so rough to smash the door, not to mention, this occasion, as long as someone is drunk, there will

be a waiter personally assisted to bring to the lounge, so there is absolutely no such thing as a wrong

door to happen, much less such a smashing action."

"You mean that the person who just smashed the door was not drunk and went wrong, but someone

smashed our door on purpose?" Amber's mouth opened wide in surprise.

Jared doesn't deny that he does mean it.

Amber swallowed, "How is that possible, this is lounge number one, everyone knows that it's for you,

who would be so bold as to come and break down your door?"

"Yeah, I'd like to know who is so bold." Jared's face was very ugly, and his voice was even cold as ice.

Amber looked at him, "How about checking the surveillance?"

"There's no rush, just wait a little longer."

When he finished, Jared slammed the door back shut and then stared expressionlessly at the door to

the room in front of him.

Amber knew that he was trying to see if the person who had just smashed the door would show up a

second time.

So without saying anything, he stood beside him and waited with him.

After waiting for about four or five minutes, just after Amber thought the person outside the door might

not show up again, she suddenly heard a movement outside the door.

It's the sound of footsteps.

Although very small, there is a kind of deliberately padded away to reduce the sound of the meaning,

but still came some sound.

The sound Amber immediately heard, is the sound of high heels heels collapsing to the ground.

In other words, it's a woman out there!

Jared heard it too, but chose to press on.

After all, the person outside the door has not done anything at this moment, even if the door is opened,

there is little point.

Catch the thief or catch the dirty.

Soon, the footsteps stopped.

But both Amber, and Jared, knew that the person outside the door was just a door panel away from

them.

That is to say, the person outside the door, may have to smash the door.

As expected, this thought had just risen, and in the next second, the door panel was slammed by

someone outside.

The person outside the door used a very strong force, smashing the door panel clanging not to mention

that the door panel and the wall are trembling, as if the next second, the door panel are going to fall

straight down from the door frame.

I don't know what deep hatred the person outside the door has with them to smash their door so hard.