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342 This Man Is Too Prodigal

When the two came out of the store again, they saw another bag in Tian Lingxin's hand.

"That dress? Do you really like it?" Tian Lingxin glanced at the man holding her, and her eyebrows couldn't help but frown.

She just went to the store inside and made a selection, but couldn't find anything good. In the end, she chose something that looked good, but she just felt that the material was not very good.

However, this man, after she chose the dress, asked the store owner to pack it up. He bought it without even considering the price.

This made Tian Lingxin feel again that this man was too good at spending money.

After he came out, there was a faint smile on the man's face.

Glancing at the bag of clothes in the woman's arms, Leng Xuanhan spoke in a low voice with some satisfaction, "Of course I like the birthday gift you gave me!"

This man is really...

Okay! She admitted that she was a little happy to hear this man say this.

However, it seems that he paid for the clothes himself, right? Her backpack is in the car, so she can be said to be penniless now.

A certain man didn't care about that. Anyway, he felt pretty good now and liked the serious expression on the woman's face when she was choosing clothes for him.

In fact, he didn't pay much attention to what the clothes looked like.

In the rain curtain, under the dim yellow street lights, a group of overlapping figures were walking step by step on the rainy street.

I saw the tall man holding a beautiful woman in his arms. The woman held a bouquet of flowers in her arms, a fast food bag in her hand, and a big black umbrella in her other hand.

Caged under that big black umbrella.

Under such rainy and blurred street lights, the dark shadows looked infinitely warm and harmonious, and a touch of romance broke through this rainy night!

People who occasionally pass by can't help but cast a look of envy.

And, just beside that driveway, a black car was parked there quietly. Inside the car, a cold gaze looked at the car that gradually disappeared at the end of the street through the open window.

The two figures...

Xiao Yufeng's face was cold and calm, but the luster in his black eyes gradually became darker.

Underneath that calm face, his heart was still throbbing hard.

The hands on the knees were also tightly clenched at that moment.

If he had not taken this path, the man holding her now should be him, right? If he had not chosen to let go of her hand first, how wonderful it would be...

"Third Young Master, they have gone far, let's go, Manager Tian is still waiting for us at the intersection ahead!"

Jia Xiu's concerned voice sounded in the car. Looking at Xiao Yufeng, whose shoulders were soaked by the rain outside the window, but seemed to be unconscious, Jia Xiu couldn't help but said with some worry.

After a while, Xiao Yufeng slightly withdrew his gaze, but did not close the window. He took a breath and leaned on the backrest, saying in a low voice, "Let's go!"

"Third Young Master!"

Jia Xiu looked at Xiao Yufeng with some worry, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the open car window.

The rain with the cold wind made him feel cold even when he was sitting in front of him, but these three young men...

Xiao Yufeng glanced out the window again at the street where the two figures had disappeared, then withdrew his gaze, closed his cold eyes, and his voice sounded cold again: "Drive, go directly back to the villa."

"That field..."

Before he finished speaking, Jia Xiu closed his mouth and looked at the third young master who was relaxing in the cold wind with his eyes closed. A flash of worry flashed in Jia Xiu's eyes, but after giving instructions to the driver in a low voice, he continued. He stopped talking.


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