Leng Jianan took two steps forward and found that she had not followed him. He turned around and looked at her, took off his sunglasses and said, "What are you doing?"
"I don't want clothes," Ke'er whispered.
Although she has never shopped here, she also knows that the prices of clothes here are many zeros and she does not need to wear such clothes. Who doesn't know that she and Tang Ao are orphans without their parents, so why do they wear such high-end clothes?
She didn't want others to doubt, let alone Tang Ao.
"Come here" Leng Jianan ordered in a cold voice with a stinking face.
Ke'er had no choice but to walk over and whisper: "I don't want others to know, and I don't want anyone to doubt me."
Leng Jianan grabbed her hand and pulled her forward: "You are satisfied, I, Mr. Leng, have never bought clothes with a woman in person."
"but I……"
"Shut up"
Ke'er didn't dare to speak anymore and let Leng Jianan pull her forward. She felt a lot of radio waves coming towards them from different directions.
To be precise, it was shot at Leng Jianan
He took her to a specialty store, pushed her towards the enthusiastic salesperson and said, "I'll leave it to you."
"Yes, Mr. Leng." The salesperson's waist was almost bent to the ground, and the radio waves in his eyes were magnetic.
Ke'er is too young, and no one would think of her as Leng Jianan's girlfriend. At most, she is the niece of a down-and-out relative. The emperor also has local relatives.
Ke'er kept going in and out of the fitting room, while Leng Jianan leaned leisurely on the sofa, admiring like an emperor how his beloved concubine pleased him with her clothes.
After packing a few sets of clothes, Leng Jianan walked up to Ke'er and said, "Seeing that you are trying on clothes that are not pleasing to the eye at all, I think I should ask Sister Yu to make more papaya and stewed snow clams for you to eat."
"Huh?" Ke'er looked confused and didn't understand.
"Carry the bag" Leng Jianan smiled meaningfully and turned to leave
Ke'er picked up the bag and looked confused, but she could only follow him in a hurry.
Going upstairs, Leng Jianan was calm and collected on the underwear layer, but Ke'er was blushing.
She begged softly: "No"
Leng Jianan squatted down and looked at her. Seeing the embarrassment on her face, he found it cute: "You don't want anything? Don't you wear underwear? That's fine, it saves trouble."
"I'm wearing something..."
"Are your aunty-like underwear good enough for you to sleep next to me?"
"Keep your voice down." If it weren't for the fact that both his left and right hands were full of bags, Ke'er would have reached out and covered his mouth.