And her small body had already escaped from the crowd, and not many people paid attention.
His face darkened, he took out sunglasses from his pocket and put them on, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked towards the place where she disappeared. Sure enough, when he turned the corner, she jumped out with a look of gloating on her face.
"Meng Beichen, you are indeed a celebrity. How about you give me your wallet and I will go shopping by myself." To be honest, she didn't really want to go shopping with him.
Regarding privacy issues, she wants to keep a low profile. Now that she seems to be his wife, she has gained some popularity.
Today's newspaper actually said that she went to Cafilo to work on purpose and then went to catch someone raped. This way of writing made even her almost faint.[
Meng Beichen's eyes with sunglasses couldn't tell what his expression was, but his face that was about to turn black was clear. He reached out and pinched her neck with a little force.
"You really treat me as your wallet. Whatever you want to buy, I will give it to you directly. You don't need to go shopping in this kind of place." He snorted secretly. Women are indeed the same. No matter what age they are, they all love men's money.
Han Yixing waved his hand away and said depressedly: "Shopping, what are you doing if you don't go shopping? Then you can just use it as a wallet. It's not like I can't even afford clothes.
After all, she had saved enough money to survive, but she felt a strange feeling in her neck, which became a heartbeat. Why was he pinching her? She was depressed.
Meng Beichen raised an eyebrow and saw that she had indeed entered an ordinary clothing store. She didn't choose a famous brand. Did she really not want him to give it away?
Feeling a little angry in his heart, he followed her in. The waiter there immediately greeted her with a voice sweeter than honey. He just looked at it coldly and sat down on the sofa nearby, looking at the rows of people.
Look at the clothes and Han Yixing.
Her eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter, none of the clothes on sale were mature, and the few items she liked, when she gestured in the mirror, reflected a baby face.
He stood up and grabbed her wrist directly, "The clothes here are not beautiful."
Damn it, how can she still walk with him if she dresses like this?
"Hey, what are you doing? I think it looks good, so I'll wear it when I go to school." She screamed and struggled, being pulled by him, and she was really angry.