When Fu Yanye saw that she didn't come near, he went out again, took her hand and walked inside.
Zhuo Jian looked at the entangled fingers of the two people and thought, they are going to get divorced soon, and you are still holding my hand like this?
But Fu Yanye had no explanation from beginning to end, it was so natural.
"This is a new model that just came out a while ago. It's not yet on the market. They will only buy it if you get a reaction after wearing it."
Fu Yanye reminded her while choosing clothes for her.
Zhuo Jian nodded and asked, "Do you have any cooperation?"
"Didn't you know earlier?"
Fu Yanye asked.
Zhuo Jian didn't speak anymore, but then she remembered that in fact, even when he lost his memory, those people had been sending her all kinds of new products, including clothes, shoes, including underwear.
But, she doesn't like to change things around.
"How about this one?"
"Um."
But today is the wedding.
He helped her choose white, which matched his white shirt quite well.
"Go and change."
Fu Yanye said and handed the skirt to her.
Zhuo Jian took it to change, and he also found something for himself to wear.
Still a white shirt.
Zhuo Jian changed her skirt in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She had to admit that although white is a popular color, it is indeed a color that will never go out of style.
And this skirt suits her better than the light pink one just now.
After Fu Yanye opened the door and took a look at the person inside, there were only three words that could describe her.
Ice beauty.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, startled, and asked subconsciously: "Aren't you going to knock on the door?"
"Sorry, forgot."
"..."
He suddenly closed the door again and knocked twice with seriousness.
Zhuo Jian was even more speechless, sighed helplessly, went to open the door, folded her hands helplessly, stood in front of him, looked at him and asked, "Is it necessary?"
"I just want to cooperate with you."
"..."
Zhuo Jian had nothing to say, he just wanted to go out.
Fu Yanye blocked the door and suddenly raised his hand.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously hid aside, but Fu Yanye's hand held her long hair.
In fact, it was much shorter than the year when she first returned to China.
But it is longer than in previous years.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but think that although she wanted a divorce, she didn't cut her hair short. Did it really have nothing to do with his preferences?
"You, are you looking for me if you have something to do?"
Zhuo Jian was a little embarrassed by what he saw. Remembering that he had just opened the door and barged in, she quickly asked.
"Huh? Oh, I wanted to ask you which tie I want to use."
"..."
A few days ago it was a belt, today it's a tie.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, not knowing why he was embarrassed and lowered his head.
Fu Yanye thought of that day when she foolishly ran to Shengyuan to look for his belt. She thought that was where she was thinking. She couldn't help but smile. She was suddenly in a good mood and joked: "There is nothing here for you to buy. How about you?"
You choose one now."
"You... don't bully others too much."
Zhuo Jian blushed at his words and was almost speechless.
Fu Yanye was even more proud, and deliberately leaned into her ear, "How dare I bully our majestic young lady? I just want the young lady to give me some advice."
He looked into her eyes, which became deeper and deeper.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, angrily wanting to give him a look, but when he saw his eyes were so dark, he suppressed all his strength.
Fu Yanye smiled and stopped playing with her, but took her hand and walked back to the cloakroom.