The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

Chapter 227: This Love, That Love (1)
When she came out of the supermarket, Shen Lue's face was still flushed, Tang Song held a heavy shopping bag in one hand, and naturally took her with the other hand.It's not holding, it's not pulling, it's pulling.

Just like the words "holding the hand" written on the ring he gave her, although she hadn't looked at his men's ring carefully, she could already guess the words on the inside.

To grow old together... She forgot exactly what stimulated him, and from then on, this man definitely said that he wanted her for the rest of his life.

But what about his fiancée?What about his Yingyingyanyans?In the love of ordinary people, three people are already crowded, let alone him who is so promiscuous?
"What time is it?" Tang Song didn't have any idle hands, so he had to ask her in a low voice.

"Uh……"

Shen Lue suddenly recovered, looked up at him, "I, I don't know, the phone is in the bag."

"Where's the birthday present for you? Didn't you wear the watch?" At the time in the car, he only noticed her empty fingers, but not her wrist. Thinking about it now, it seems that she really didn't see her wearing a watch.

This woman!Could it be that as long as it is a gift from him, she would like to seal the box forever and never see it?

"It's inconvenient. It's full of broken diamonds. Our military training is lying on the ground, crawling and rolling in. What should I do if it breaks?"

What she said was logical, Tang Song turned his head and glanced at her left wrist to see what could cover the wound without being afraid of crawling in. With just one glance, his eyes narrowed. It seemed a little familiar?

Seeing him staring at his wrist, Shen slightly raised his arm and said, "Your wristband, I'm sorry, I... I found this last time..."

Tang Song suddenly realized that this set of wristbands was ordered by him in Japan last year. The tailors there used to embroider the customer's surname on the inside. Son, just a wristband, there are still plenty in the drawer, but the men's ones are a bit bigger, if you are not used to wearing watches, I will ask them to send a set of women's ones in a few days."

"No, don't bother."

"Then wear a watch. If you buy it, don't you have to put it in a drawer and wait to pass it on to our future daughter?" He joked with a smile.

Shen paused slightly and glared at him.

Tang Song laughed more and more cheerfully, and continued: "Hey, are you angry? Still don't like girls? The son is also a child, and he can wear it in the future."

She still ignored him, and when she got back on the road in the parking lot, she still had a puffy face.

The two had known each other for more than a year. Tang Song knew that Shen Lue was not a vain and money-worshiping girl. It can be said that she was extremely disgusted with wearing luxury goods and ostentatiously. When the car drove on the main road, he said a little seriously: "You don't have to be too serious. Rare watch, I bought it at a night market in Shanghai, street stalls, I won’t lie to you.”

Shen Lue didn't believe it, and turned to look at him, "Street stalls with diamonds?"

"Hey, how long has it been since you went shopping? Don't you know that the streets are full of this kind of rhinestones?"

She secretly looked at his expression, still dubious.

"Hey, really, it's just a fancy cartoon watch, or else I'll be thrown directly into the sentry box by the guard?" He reached out and rubbed the top of her hair, feeling a little helpless.In the past, when giving gifts to women, the more the price tag was attached to them, the happier they would be, but now, they have to lower the value of the gift desperately before they are willing to accept it.

Shen slightly dodged his big hand, and then muttered: "I know, I know..."

She tilted her head and looked out the window. The autumn night sky was extremely deep and far away, and a clear moon hung quietly in the southwest sky. As the car drove into the West Mountain, the air became clearer, and the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted into her nostrils, refreshing .

(End of this chapter)