After Lin Qianqian settled in, Yan Mubei asked his secretary Suru to buy a large number of home clothes, mainly skirts.
Not just to see her beautiful long legs, but so that when I knock her down, I can occupy her faster and more appropriately.
Tonight is her birthday, and these homely and innocent little skirts are really no match for her grand and luxurious red dress.
Young Master Yan is not an unreasonable person, this is how he views himself.
I rummaged through the cabinets that contained her and his clothes, but couldn't find an evening dress that could be used for a big occasion.
Time is so tight, I might not be able to buy another one in time.
After thinking about it, he quickly thought of a compromise.
"Put this on."
The man found a gauze shawl from the cabinet, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the sulking woman lying on the bed.
It was a printed shawl, opaque, and not very youthful and eye-catching.
She usually goes out to the terrace to watch the stars at night, and wears a sling coat on her shoulders to prevent night dew from invading her body.
To be honest, wearing such a shawl on my body really makes me feel like I am wearing a fancy dress but sitting in a food stall eating.
It's too damaging to her beauty.
She stood up, threw the shawl to the ground with the most contemptuous look and attitude: "I won't wear it."
Yan Mubei narrowed his dangerous eyes, pointed at the shawl and ordered: "Put it on."
Lin Qianqian gritted her teeth and stared at him, thinking that you were able to come up with such a mismatched thing, and you deserve to be out there.
She stretched out her hand to push him away and stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her evening dress and hairstyle.
Tonight, she wore a retro bun, which was elegant and graceful. She dyed her red hair blonde to highlight her snow-white skin.
After finishing the clothes, she slowly walked to the closet and rummaged through the cabinets to unpack the clothes inside.
At the same time, he said sarcastically: "Don't let your women buy clothes for me in the future. I don't like it. Only old women will buy this kind of old-style shawl."
Yan Mubei frowned: "Suru is my secretary, not a woman."
The woman who raised her pretty buttocks and twisted her whole body into the closet said, "Huh, what are you pretending to be? Among the women who follow you, which one has never been in your bed?"
Damn woman, in his eyes, he is a big breeding pig, will he fall in love with any woman?
He stared at her butt, his eyes becoming darker and darker, and an undercurrent was surging inside.
Yan Mubei had no chance to have an attack because Lin Qianqian withdrew in time and straightened up.
His gaze shifted from her butt to the shawl in her hand, which was a red silk shawl.
It's very thin, light and...transparent.
She twisted her hips and walked towards the mirror, with her back to him, and proudly draped the shawl on her shoulders.
The completely exposed snow back, covered by red silk, exudes a hazy and mysterious atmosphere.
Although it's not completely covered, it's much better than before.
Yan Mubei still frowned, but the dissatisfaction on his face disappeared a lot, and he nodded with restraint.
Lin Qianqian saw the man's face and movements in the mirror and couldn't help but curl her lips and chuckle.
Although Yan Mubei likes fierce people and has a bad temper, there is no way to deal with it.
As long as the right medicine is prescribed, it will be fine.