Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 63·63
Jiang Chuchu widened her eyes and pretended to look at Xu Yu viciously, "I really don't understand you anymore, just wait, sooner or later you will be injured badly by Yuan Ke, then don't come back to me crying."

Xu Yu didn't care how inauspicious Jiang Chuchu's words were, seeing her let go, heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly took Jiang Chuchu's arm and turned to Yuan Cheng and said.

"Then Mr. Yuan, let's go."

Yuan Cheng nodded. The two of them had been muttering for so long, but there was no impatience on his face. He stood there with one hand in his pocket, his demeanor and demeanor, everything could be seen, it was carefully educated by the aristocratic family result.

"it is good."

Yuan Cheng nodded and walked back to Jiang Mingzhu.

Seeing his back, Xu Yu couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong with Mr. Yuan? You can get a lot of women rushing up to you just by saying hello. Why don't you get favored? Jiang Mingzhu is cheaper now."

Jiang Chuchu glared at her, "Don't mention this again!"

Jiang Chuchu's voice became louder, and Jiang Mingzhu looked back at them suspiciously.

Xu Yu knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly stretched out his fingers to draw a zipper movement on his mouth.

In a sense, the three girls in Jiang’s family all have the same aesthetics. Jiang Mingzhu visited several stores that Jiang Chuchu frequented on weekdays. Jiang Chuchu went straight to the new season’s new style. I took the next set and went to the fitting room.

Jiang Mingzhu also held back for a while, put on a coat, turned around in front of the mirror, and turned to ask Yuan Cheng.

"How about this one?"

"very beautiful."

Yuan Cheng looked up, turned his eyes around Jiang Mingzhu, as if remembering something, and suddenly said, "By the way, there is a watch shop upstairs, I ordered a watch there, you can get it for me Is it?"

A little surprise appeared on Jiang Mingzhu's face, "Myself?"

Yuan Cheng didn't speak, but still looked at her with a smile. Although the smile was beautiful, the indifference in his expression couldn't be concealed.

A few seconds later, Jiang Mingzhu looked away unnaturally, lowered her head slightly, "I see, then sit and wait for me."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Mingzhu forced a smile, and walked out regardless of the clothes with tags on her body, her back seemed to be running away.

The waiter who had been standing was hesitant to speak, and before he could speak, Yuan Cheng's gaze turned to her.

"Let's check out later. Also, you are not needed here now."

Yuan Cheng sat alone for a while, then suddenly stood up, loosened his tie slowly, and walked towards the dressing room.

Over there, Jiang Chuchu chose a dress that was one size smaller than the usual size, and squeezed the small waist tightly, vowing to blind Wen Jiusi's eyes.

But there was always an awkward place behind her, and she couldn't tidy it up by herself. She frowned, opened the door of the dressing room a little, and shouted outside in a low voice.

"Xu Yu, are you there, come in and help me."

After just yelling, Jiang Chuchu realized something was wrong.

It was too quiet outside, there were no inquiries from customers, no movement of shop assistants, like a huge luxury store, only she was in the small fitting room.

Similar to small animals who are unparalleled vigilance to the coming of crisis, the fine fluff on Jiang Chuchu's neck suddenly exploded, she reflexively wanted to close the door, a leather shoe suddenly pressed against the gap, and did not see the man's movement clearly, Yuan Cheng squeezed in.

Yuan Cheng stared at her, closed the door with his backhand, and locked it.

"Chuchu, let's talk."

　Yuan Dazha: Chuchu, let's talk.

　　Jiang Chuchu: Hold the Grass (Dense Fog)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)