Today, he agreed to accompany her to the streets of the imperial city for a casual look, but his little woman was so eye-catching no matter what she wore, and he wished he could hide her in a golden house forever.
I wanted her to change into another outfit, but she had already changed into many outfits, and it still couldn't hide her smart and playful look.
In fact, he wasn't very familiar with the market. He didn't have time to go shopping on weekdays. Fortunately, the four of them, Chun Hua Qiu Yue, were there and took An Ying to visit all the interesting things in the market.
Xiaobai Xiaole is not around, Tian Junhao seems to be very comfortable holding his beloved wife in his arms.
"I bought it." Seeing that An Ying was holding a golden hairpin and couldn't put it down, Tian Junhao snatched it and inserted it into her head. He hugged her and walked forward. Naturally, there was someone behind him to pay the bill.[
An Ying poked his waist: "Husband, I just took it and looked at it casually. Why did you buy it? I already have a lot of jewelry at home. I don't like wearing such retro-style things at all."
"Don't like it? Throw it away."
As Tian Junhao spoke, he took off the golden hairpin stuck on her head and threw it away. An Ying gritted her teeth and said, "A prodigal, a prodigal."
She was ready to go back and pick it up, but unfortunately Tian Junhao hugged her and didn't give her a chance to look back.
"Honey, are you doubting your husband's ability to earn money to support the family?" He chuckled and led An Ying towards a magnificent teahouse. After shopping for a long time, it was time to take a rest.
An Ying continued to pout, wanting to teach him a lesson, but thinking about when he was not generous, she shook her head and followed him into the teahouse.
Her husband is the king of a country and a real rich man. Unfortunately, she is just a real pauper. Hao will never give her a penny no matter what, even in this life.
No, An Ying secretly complained, she also wanted to have her own small treasury.
"Hey, brother, what a coincidence."
At this moment, a ray of purple light was seen floating by, and Murong Jue, who had an evil aura, walked over. His left hand held Yiyi's hand tightly, but her face didn't look very good.
"Yiyi, what's wrong with you?" An Ying looked at her curiously, wearing a purple wide-sleeved dress, standing next to Murong Jue, pouting, obviously not in a good mood.