Qiao Mo went back and forth picking shoes for a long ti and finally settled on a pair.
Fu Nancheng remained silent, watching her busy figure with a touch of gentleness in his gaze and a slight smile at the corner of his lips.
"Alright, go try them on."
Fu Nancheng glanced at her and then turned to walk into the fitting room.
Qiao Mo sat on the sofa waiting, though feeling a bit unwilling at heart.
Why did she end up choosing clothes for him when she’d intended to avoid seeing him by leaving for school early?
Whenever she thought of that day’s event, Qiao Mo’s eyes darkened a little.
But before she could ponder further, the fitting room door swung open.
Fu Nancheng stepped out wearing a white shirt, buttoning the cuff with one hand, collar slightly open, his eyes clear as if he walked out of a painting.
Qiao Mo was montarily lost gazing at him, standing up involuntarily.
He ca to her, seemingly waiting for a comnt.
Qiao Mo, however, bluntly averted her eyes and told the assistant, "This outfit, then."
"Alright, please proceed to the counter for paynt."
Imdiately, Fu Nancheng looked at Qiao Mo and said in a deep voice, "I didn’t bring money."
Qiao Mo responded helplessly, "I’ll get this for you..."
But just as she was about to walk past him, he stopped her, his large hand resting on her waist, easily pulling her into his arms.
Colliding into his chest, her nose stung a bit.
Qiao Mo frowned and looked up, "Fu Nancheng..."
His deep, calm, clear eyes looked back at her, reflecting her image like the ocean, like a whirlpool drawing in her soul.
With slightly parted lips, he looked directly at her and said, "Complint ."
"Uh...?"
"Complint ."
Qiao Mo didn’t respond imdiately, and it wasn’t until he repeated himself that she realized she hadn’t misunderstood.
Dissatisfied, Fu Nancheng looked at Qiao Mo, his brow slightly furrowed.
This woman’s reaction was far from satisfying.
It was like she was dismissing him.
Although there weren’t many people in the mall this early, there were still quite a few coming and going, and Qiao Mo’s cheeks flushed. "Let go."
"No."
"You..." Qiao Mo looked at him angrily but was helpless against him.
"Hurry up."
t with his attractive eyes, her cheeks turned a little more red, and unable to outdo him, she murmured quietly, "The clothes I picked are really nice..."
Fu Nancheng was slightly taken aback, not expecting her to say that.
With a mont of distraction, Qiao Mo slipped out of his embrace and hurried to the checkout counter.
Really... what kind of person is this...
Forcing people to complint him just for wearing clothes.
Qiao Mo swiped her card, and the balance, which wasn’t much to begin with, decreased by six figures all at once.
Luckily, she got a bonus of a hundred thousand yuan from designing equestrian outfits last ti, which, plus her previous savings, barely covered it.
"Miss, would you like to also pick out a tie for the gentleman?" the assistant suggested with a smile.
But at the mont, her smile seed to Qiao Mo like that of a big bad wolf enticing a little rabbit...
She turned to look at the man seated on the sofa and then couldn’t help but glance at the nearby ties.
The tie display was conveniently close to the checkout, and as soon as she glanced casually, her eyes landed on a blue striped tie and couldn’t look away.
The assistant, keenly observant, imdiately took out the tie: "Miss, you have excellent taste. This tie is a brand-new model for this year, just arrived, and there are only five in the entire world."
Upon hearing it was a limited edition, Qiao Mo glanced at the price and almost cried on the spot.
A single tie costing five figures was absolutely outrageous!
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