My Husband, Warm The Bed

Jiang Eryue has always known that this man Hang Jin has always had a zero tolerance attitude towards women other than Chi Yangyang. Don't say anything to him, even saying a few more words to him can cause him to roll his eyes.

She is the best example.

But what does it matter even if this is the case?

They are still young and their lives are still growing. Now no one knows who can have the last laugh.

...

After coming out of the dessert shop, Chi Yangyang and the others went to the third floor. The third floor was the women's clothing area.

Lan Feiyang, no matter what the store, does not fall into the shop, buy it if you like it.

Previously, Chi Yangyang accompanied her to buy, because she didn't want her to be disappointed. Now there is another Jiang Eryue who is also shopping, but Jiang Eryue's purpose is not to let Lan Feiyang disappoint, but to compare.

Because anyone with a pair of eyes can see that Jiang Eryue's choice is not suitable for her, but that every piece of clothing bought is a bit more expensive than Lan Feiyang's.

In terms of background, the three of them are about the same. Although Chi Yangyang's parents passed away unexpectedly, they left her two houses, but she didn't want to chew the old.

To say that it is better than personal income, Jiang Eryue does not have a serious job, Lan Feiyang’s farm is self-entertaining, and Chi Yangyang is better for a stable job, but it is very difficult to buy these big names.

"Yang Yang, don't you buy it?" Jiang Eryue asked suddenly.

"I didn't see a suitable one." There was indeed no suitable one, but there was only one reason in Jiang Eryue's eyes for Chi Yangyang not to buy it, and that was that he was ashamed of his pocket, although he couldn't afford it.

Jiang Eryue just wanted to see her embarrassed: "I don't think you have much choice. How can you know that it is not suitable? When you buy clothes, you have to try more. Only after trying it will you know if it is suitable for you."

Chi Yangyang smiled and didn't intend to bother.

Jiang Eryue said again: "Yang Yang, do you have something unspeakable? If it is inconvenient on hand, it doesn't matter, I will buy it for you if you like it."

"Er Yue, why is it inconvenient for you to send it? Does Yang Yang care about such a small amount of money?" Lan Feiyang glared at Jiang Eryue dissatisfiedly, "This clothes is too old and not suitable for us Yang Yang. Yang Yang, go, let's go to the next store ."

Lan Feiyang dragged Chi Yangyang to a shop with a younger and more frequent style. The shops were full of skirts. The colors looked refreshing, the styles were simple and generous, and the fabrics felt comfortable. Chi Yangyang liked it very much.

However, she usually seldom goes out, and she wears uniforms during working hours, and she rarely wears them when she buys them. In addition, this is another big international brand. Regardless of the price, Chi Yangyang also knows that a set is available, and she can almost ask Life.

Jiang Eryue was right, she really felt sorry for the money.

Lan Feiyang also noticed it, and thoughtfully said: "Yang Yang, take your time, buy if you like, and then go shopping if you don't. Buying is a pleasure, not desperate."

Chi Yangyang nodded: "Okay, I'll watch it slowly, you can also watch you."

"Yeah." Lan Feiyang is a regular customer of this store, and the staff led her to choose the area that suits her style.

Afterwards, Jiang Eryue watched Lan Feiyang being taken away, and once again gathered next to Chi Yangyang and said to the salesperson who received Chi Yangyang: "Try the new model you just launched."

The staff who was warmly receiving Chi Yangyang immediately turned around to receive Jiang Eryue: "Okay, Miss Jiang."

Chi Yangyang: "..."

Each of these sales staff are as sophisticated as a monkey, and people who enter the store can make a guess at a glance if they want to buy it.

What's more, Jiang Eryue is also a frequent visitor to them.

She was disgusted!

Although Chi Yangyang didn't have the thought to compare with others, because the other party was Jiang Eryue, a woman who beat her men all day long, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Eryue turned around and saw a dress similar to a cheongsam displayed in a glass cabinet. It was light blue with a small peach blossom on the neckline. It was a simple style, but it looked different from other products in the store. .

She pointed to the skirt: "Try this skirt for me."

The staff apologized: "Miss Jiang, sorry, this skirt is not for sale."

"Not for sale? Are you still in such a conspicuous place?" Jiang Eryue looked at a dress in his heart, thinking that such a good dress is only suitable for him, "I don't care, I will buy this one." The staff was afraid of offending the old customers. Explained hurriedly: "Ms. Jiang, it’s not that we don’t want to sell it to you, but that this dress is a private custom made by our Paris designer to his friend. I just sent it from Paris today and we are planning to

Contact the customer to send it to him, it is not too late to send it. "

"Send? I'll pay twice the price..." Jiang Eryue hadn't finished speaking, and a low and nice male voice sounded at the door, "You don't need to give it away, the owner of this skirt is here."

Suddenly it came from the door of the store, and the three customers present knew who it was without looking back.

But they looked back for the first time and saw Hang Jin's tall figure appearing in front of the store.

The staff thought that the host Hang Jin was talking about was Jiang Eryue, and apologized: "Mr. Hang, I'm sorry, I don't know your girlfriend, so I just ignored it."

"You really should apologize!" Hang Jin walked to Chi Yangyang's long legs, reached out and rubbed her head, his cold expression instantly became gentle, "I found a friend who I knew specially made for you. I wonder if you like it or not?"

Hang Jin suddenly appeared, Chi Yangyang laughed so unhappily: "Can I say I don't like it?"

Hang Jin lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "At least try it. If you don't like it, then throw it in the trash can. I'll find someone to customize it for you and make more pieces until you like it."

Chi Yangyang: "I just heard that the chief designer in Paris gave it to a friend. When did you know this character? Why didn't I know?"

Hang Jin: "Because you are stupid."

Chi Yangyang gritted his teeth: "Hang Jin!"

Hang Jin rubbed her into his arms: "Okay, no more noise, go and try."

Chi Yangyang: "Then I will try, if I don't look good on me, you can't dislike me."

Hang Jin: "In my heart, you look good in rags."

"Slick." Chi Yangyang went to the locker room cheerfully.

Jiang Eryue was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

She tried to get Hang Jin over, but she didn't want to see them show their affection here.

Hang Jin didn't look at her at all after he came here. What's more hateful is that he said that Chi Yangyang didn't like throwing trash cans and it was her turn to Jiang Eryue, and Chi Yangyang's expression was clearly shown to her on purpose. "You have forgotten what I told you, right?" Hang Jin's voice sounded again, completely different from the gentleness of talking with Chi Yangyang just now, becoming cold and sharp.