Zhou Se raised his head. "It's useless even if you stare at . I was bullied by so people last night. My legs hurt."
Ouyang Duan couldn't help but turn his head to the side and chuckle.
"What are you laughing at? If I were you, I would feel embarrassed."
"Why should I be embarrassed? You're my wife, "he said as he raised his wrist to look at the ti." How about this, I'll buy it for you myself.
"No," Zhou Se stood up, "Do you know how to buy ladies' clothes? I was afraid that you would buy them back for , so I might as well go with you."
"Aren't your legs no good?"
Zhou Se pointed at him and said, "Can you help out?"
"What if I say no?"
"Hey, Ouyang Duan," Zhou Se stomped his feet. She could tell that this man was purposefully going against her.
Ouyang Duan frowned. "Hurry up and eat. Also, don't call by na outside."
Hearing him say that, Zhou Se's eyebrows twitched. So it turned out he had a lot of face, how could he still say it?
Hmph, a problem that I've racked my brains for, can be solved in an instant.
After di
er, she went in to change. Ouyang Duan helped her wash the plates.
She changed into a new set of clothes and ca out. When he saw that she was wearing a short skirt, he frowned. "You really like wearing short skirts."
"Like I said, I don't have a long bill," she said, limping out of the room.
Seeing her like this, Ouyang Duan estimated that if she walked to the door, it wouldn't even take half an hour for word to spread that she had been abused by him.
He told Chou Se to wait, and he went to borrow a motorcycle from his hotown. Within ten minutes, she was back on the bike.
She leaned into the car and put her arm around his waist as they walked all the way to town.
She had seen yesterday that the town was not big and there were only a few clothing stores.
She no longer asked for any clothes or materials, as long as the design was all right.
But the truth was, even if the design passed, it wouldn't do any good, because the tail she brought with her today was a little troubleso.
It was too old-fashioned. All the dresses she took a fancy to were rejected, leaving only four slacks for her.
Wearing pants in the middle of the sumr ?? He might as well let her wear the long johns.
"I don't want these," she turned around sulkily. This style, even the old lady wouldn't wear it.
Ouyang Duo ignored her and said to the shop assistant, "Find a suitable number for each of these four types of yards."
"Hey, I don't need pants like that. They look like a woman's pants."
Ouyang Duan stared at her and said, "Why do you have so many problems? You're just wearing this and it doesn't attract any attention."
"Why are you so ?? I grew up in my family's courtyard. I've never seen an aunt who didn't wear beautiful clothes. It's just that you're an antique. "
"I don't care about other people's wives, my wife just can't."
Hearing his words, Zhou Se felt it was really weird ??. Where is God?
She only wanted to have a wave, so why was it so difficult?
Her father nagged her at ho, and her husband nagged her here.
"I'm still a three year old child, you have to decide how to dress yourself."
"Choose for yourself. Do you want to send you to the train station right now, or do you want to wear the clothes I bought?"
If she stared at him angrily, he would threaten her, "Then don't pick for , I'll choose for myself."
She walked around the shop, not choosing a dress, looking for pants, baggy pants.
She was thin to begin with, and when her slightly larger pants reached her legs, it imdiately beca the effect of a pair of wide pants.
When he saw that she was so thin yet had to wear an XL code, he had a feeling that she could really do it.
After buying four pieces of clothing and four pairs of pants, she looked back at him and stretched out her hand.
"Purse."
Ouyang Duan took out his wallet from his pocket and handed it over to her willingly.
Only then did Zhou Se raise his eyebrows and smile. That was more like it.
He was the one who forced her to buy it, so she had to make him pay.
She took his wallet and walked over to the boss. "How much is it, boss?"
"There's a total of 180 of them. Since you've bought so many, I'll consider it as 170 of you."
She was stu
ed and looked at the boss, "170?"
She usually bought several hundred pieces of clothes, but now she bought eight pieces. A hundred and eight pieces?
Would she have to consider moving?
If she ca here to live, wouldn't she beco a super rich woman?
Ouyang Duan frowned. This woman was frightened.
"Hurry up and pay. I'll wait for you at the door."
"Oh." She opened her purse and took out two hundred pieces, which she handed to the shop owner. While the shop owner was looking for money, she looked down at his black leather purse, which should have been made by hand many years ago. When she saw his work pass in her purse, she pursed her lips and smiled as she took out the ID to take a look at it.
It didn't matter, though. There was a picture of a woman under his ID.
Although it was only a photo, it could still be seen that this woman had delicate features, red lips, white teeth, and a very pretty smile.
Because the usual photo is no better than my own.
Thinking of this, she felt a little unhappy in her heart.
She did not forget what Ouyang Duan said that day. This should be the past that he wanted to forget.
It was indeed hard to forget.
She gently bit the corner of her lips as she felt a bit disappointed.
Since he wanted to forget about putting the photo in his wallet ??
It was obvious that he was unwilling to part with it.
She slightly clenched her fist and took out the photo of the woman, stuffing it into her bag. Then, she put Ouyang Duan's work permit back inside her bag.
Didn't he want to forget about the past? She helped him.
The owner found money and she bought a sewing box for a few dollars before she turned and walked out of the shop.
He was already straddling the bike, waiting for her. She handed him her purse.
Ouyang Duan took the wallet and put it in his pocket.
On the way back, she didn't say a word.
He was wondering why she kept saying the weather was so good, that the air was so nice, and that the wind was so comfortable ??
In short, his mouth wasn't idle at all. How did he beco a mute now?
After Ouyang Dong returned the motorcycle, he gave his old friend so money and brought her out.
He was holding onto his clothes while Zhou Se's head was drooping listlessly.
"What's wrong? I let you wear this kind of clothes so you'll feel wronged?"
Zhou Se looked at him, "What do you know? Won's lethargy isn't always because of clothes."
"Then why are you doing this?"
"I don't like it, hmph," she said, snatching her clothes and walking quickly forward.
Ouyang Duan raised his eyebrows. Was this the look of soone with leg pain?
When they arrived at the entrance of the base, Zhou Se turned around with a smile as if he thought of sothing, and shouted at him who was ten ters away, "Hubby, hurry up."
Ouyang Duan swept his gaze over his team mbers before glancing at Zhou Se. He then quickly stepped forward and pulled her into the courtyard.
Zhou Se snickered. Indeed, he wanted face.
To be able to be so frightened by a husband, this uncle was truly heaven-defying.
But now, he had to bully her again.
After the two of them walked about fifty ters away, Ouyang Duan released her and said, "Are you doing this on purpose?"
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