Because she could clearly hear his voice, it turned out that he had been standing outside the fitting room.

Very close, very close.

He still doesn't believe her.

Qin Yu suffocated her chest slightly, she gritted her teeth and walked out.

The clerk enthusiastically helped her open the door:

"Sir, it's amazing to wear your wife. Even a TV star can't compare to the temperament of this wife."

Mo Xian smiled, there was no warmth in his smile.

He reached out and touched her collarbone with his fingertips.

Upwards, she is her slender and fair neck.

Beautiful and exquisite.

But at this moment, Qin Yu's whole body was stiff and he didn't dare to move.

All eyes were filled with fear.

But in just a few seconds, his fingertips went up and broke the broken hair in his ears for her.

There was a faint smile in his expression:

"Well, it's really beautiful."

Looking at Qin Yu, it seemed as if he was relieved, and the fear in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Mo Xian raised his hand to greet the makeup artist behind him as if he couldn't see it.

Qin Yu was pressed to the seat like a puppet.

She didn't understand why, but gradually felt something was wrong.

Such a complicated and tough attitude seems to be more than just buying clothes.

She had an idea in her mind, but she didn't know if it was right.

Mo Xian sat on the sofa behind and watched, lit a cigarette in his hand, but didn't smoke, but just held it in his hand.

No one dared to say that the ashes fell on the precious carpet.

Qin Yu's face in the mirror went from pale to natural, and she was a little depressed, and she didn't say a word.

Mo Xian couldn't bear it anymore:

"If you don't like it, go and have something else?"

Qin Yu was stunned. The clothes on his body were gorgeous enough.

She just didn't have the mood to appreciate it.

She pulled a little curve:
Chapter completed!