Chapter 18: The Beautiful Man Wants Her Cell Phone Number
abnormal!
Listening to the sound of Xisuo changing clothes, Wen Nuan closed her eyes slightly and turned her back to him, cursing quietly in her heart.
This man did it on purpose just now, it must be so!
Cute girl with personality, I like her!
Turning her head to look at Wen Nuan's embarrassed and angry look, Tan Qing felt even better.
After putting on a fancy shirt, he came out wearing big sunglasses, whistled at the warmth in an evil manner, and stood next to the red Ferrari with a naughty look. He was a complete playboy.
"I'll take the clothes back and return them to you tomorrow. What's your mobile phone number? I'll write it down so I can contact you."
Seeing that he was dressed like a peacock but still looking devilishly beautiful, Wen Nuan just smiled faintly and took the clothes directly from his hand without looking at him.
Although this man is handsome, after meeting the man she met three years ago, she seems to be immune to handsome men. Of course, this does not include that man.
For example, just now, for just a moment, her heart was still beating hard.
She could not help but pursue him. If she had really caught up with him just now. She had forgotten her married status, and maybe she would blurt out: "I like you" like she did three years ago.
Now that I think about my impulse just now, I feel a little embarrassed.
Today is different from the past. Now that she is married, she is no longer qualified to say this.
"Come back to your senses, you girl, what are you thinking about?"
A slender white hand dangled in front of her eyes, and her warm and embarrassed face was slightly red: "I will wash the clothes."
"Give me your mobile phone number."
The first time he encountered a woman's neglect, Tan Qing felt inexplicably annoyed. He also took out his cell phone, wanting to write down Nunnuan's phone number.
Wen Nuan smiled faintly: "You can tell me what you want, I will just remember it."
After living in Paris for so long, there were so many men chasing her. In order to avoid too much harassment, every time she wrote down a number, she remembered the boy's number and refused to reveal her mobile phone number. Of course, she wrote down the number.
She wouldn't dial a boy's call either.
You have a strong sense of prevention! Tan Qing smiled slyly: "That's not possible, I don't know any information about you. What if my shirt never comes back?"
In fact, he was more afraid that the beautiful woman in front of him would never come back. This was the first time he had seen a woman who was immune to him and indifferent. How could he, a self-proclaimed lover, let her slip away?
"You..." Wen Nuan was a little angry, but then she thought about it and realized that her request was not excessive. She took a breath and reported her number.
Soon, her cell phone rang, and Tan Qing had already dialed her cell phone number: "This is my cell phone number, keep it well."
"Goodbye, sir. If there are no special circumstances, I will return your shirt tomorrow afternoon." He quickly saved the number, put the phone in his bag, and turned around to leave. His wrist suddenly tightened, and a slender hand held it.