She took her hot little hand out of his palm and said, "You are so shameless and unprecedented that no one will come after you."
Bo Zhanye smiled knowingly: "Thank you for the compliment, little darling."
Lan Xixi: "..."
We can’t talk today!
...
Lan Xixi calmed down for five minutes before she regained her mood and the blush on her face faded.
She walked into the gift counter next door and saw Nan Jingting still looking at it carefully. She asked curiously: "Brother Nan, haven't you chosen the one you like yet?"
Nan Jingting looked over and said naturally: "Well, Mrs. Guo not only has a distinguished status and has everything she wants, but she is also your mother. I feel that any gift here is not worthy of her.
I'll think about it again and go back and work overtime to make a heavy-duty dress for the Chinese lady, what do you think?"
When Lan Xixi heard this, she nodded immediately: "Yeah, yes, my mother praised your clothes before for making them very nice. If you receive them, she will be very, very happy."
"Then I'll go back and do it now. With Master Bo Jiu here, I don't have to worry about your safety."
"Well, thank you, Brother Nan, for being so considerate. If you need help, call me."
Lan Xixi watched Nan Jingting leave with a smile on her face.
Growing up, she envied girls who received gifts and flowers, but when she grew up, she realized that only sincerity is the most important.
Brother Nan is always very attentive.
"How long are you still staring at his back? Do you want to follow him?" The man next to him asked in an angry and deep voice.
Lan Xixi quickly came to her senses: "No, I was just thinking about Brother Nan's thoughtfulness and what gift I should give to my mother.
This is the first birthday I’ve spent with my mother at home, and it’s also the first time I’ve given her a gift. I don’t think it’s good to give her anything else.”
Bo Zhanye is also having a headache with this problem.
In the past, the people he valued were more and more expensive items. Now that Guo Yaqin is Lan Xixi's mother, it is not something that can be done with money.
What's more, he didn't have any money at this time.
He said: "When I get back, I'll ask Mo Nanxi to investigate your mother's preferences, and I'll share them with you if I have any resources."
"Okay." Lan Xixi nodded.
My eyes glanced at a delicate tie. Its light color made it particularly warm in winter, and the faint golden dark patterns on it invisiblely showed its nobility.
She almost immediately thought of Bo Zhanye, who was low-key and luxurious, high-end and connotative.
"Bo Zhanye, how about you try this tie?"
Bo Zhanye narrowed his eyes.
Before he could speak, Lan Xixi had already taken it off and put it around his neck.
She is very skilled and natural, her movements are gentle and considerate, and from such a close distance, you can clearly smell the faint fragrance of her body.
For a moment, his Adam's apple rolled, and he adjusted his gaze to look forward: "Why do you suddenly want me to try on a tie?"
Lan Xixi said: "I just think it suits you. You used to be black. A little more color will make it warmer."
While talking, she tied up her tie, patted his chest, looked at him, and praised him: "Good-looking, very handsome."
Bo Zhanye looked at the image in the mirror. He rarely tried other colors, and he was indeed different from before.
However, he remembered that Nan Jingting was wearing khaki today, and that she had once said that when she was looking for a partner, she was looking for someone as gentle and considerate as Tang Shishen.
Now, she wants him to be warmer because she thinks he is not warm enough?
He was a little displeased: "The black color is direct and neat, there's nothing wrong with it. I don't like this color very much."
"Ah? Why, it's really beautiful!" Lan Xixi was puzzled.
Seeing him take it off and put it back in place, he felt distressed and regretful and said: "No, my dear, you really look good with this! You are more handsome than ever before!"
In order to let him lead you, you even called him by an intimate name?
Bo Zhanye felt increasingly alienated: "This color needs to be matched with clothes of the same color. Do I have to put together a set of clothes?"
"That's okay, I'll take you to buy it." Lan Xixi said, about to take it off again.
Bo Zhanye's eyes dropped and he held her back:
"Do you like this color, or do you like people who wear this color?"