The hero who crossed the line of fire has a dream

Chapter 873 It looks cute in this way!

Wang Yue couldn't move anymore, so he sat slumped on the rest chair next to him, looking at the still radiant Murong Qingqing, and asked: "I said Qingqing, what's the matter with you pulling me out? If it's buying clothes, I I really can't move."

"Where is this?" Murong Qingqing tugged at Wang Yue's collar, directly pulled the latter up from the rest chair, pulled him away, and said: "There is still a place to visit."

Hearing that Murong Qingqing wanted to continue shopping, Wang Yue's face turned bitter at the time, but fortunately, he already had hope, and he was liberated after visiting the last place, but he didn't know that this was the beginning of the nightmare.

Murong Qingqing took Wang Yue to the men's clothing section.

Murong Qingqing held a black tuxedo and said to Wang Yue, "I'll see you put on this dress."

Wang Yue shook his head repeatedly as he looked at the strangely shaped tuxedo, and said, "No, this kind of dress doesn't suit me, so I'll just wear my knockoff sportswear."

"Are you sure you don't wear it?"

"I'm sure I don't!"

Wang Yue never had any requirements for the clothes, as long as they were ordinary clothes, he really didn't like the gorgeous dresses in the eyes of this nobleman.

Murong squinted her beautiful eyes affectionately, she was almost dripping with charm, and said with a smile: "Honey, do you know the consequences of making me angry?"

Wang Yue was defeated by Murong Qingqing's eyes, and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll try it out, first let me say yes, I will never wear it out."

"You go to the fitting room and put it on first." Murong handed the gorgeous tuxedo to Wang Yue's hand affectionately, and then pushed Wang Yue to the fitting room.

After a while, the door of the test room opened, and Wang Yue came out wearing a tuxedo. The clothes were short in the front and long in the back, with a suit collar shape. With a comfortable and handsome face, with the matching of human clothes, the whole person is both energetic and handsome.

Murong Qingqing walked around Wang Yue twice, and finally said with satisfaction: "That's right, it really depends on clothes, you're so handsome."

Wang Yue looked at himself in the fitting mirror, he still had good looks, and the black tuxedo looked good too, but he was really not used to wearing this kind of clothes, so he curled his lips and said, "Can you take it off?"

"can."

Wang Yue felt relieved, and was about to go back to the fitting room to change out of the dress that made him feel uncomfortable. Murong Qingqing chased after him, and handed a new set of dress to Wang Yue, saying, "Would you like to wear it again?" Let me see if you put on this Yingqiao dress."

Wang Yue expressed helplessness from the corner of his mouth, and said: "Qingqing, these seem to be dresses for banquets or dances, I have no chance to wear them at all."

Murong Qingqing said as a matter of course: "I just want to take you to the dance."

"What!?" Wang Yue was surprised.

"I said that I would take you to the dance." Murong repeated with affection.

"The one on TV?"

"It's about the same, but the specification is even higher."

Wang Yue quickly waved his hands and said, "Don't, don't, you kind of high-class balls really don't suit me."

Murong said without giving in, "It's not the point that it's not suitable for you, the point is that you are going to be my dance partner."

"I don't like the vibe, and I can't dance."

"I'll teach you."

Wang Yue thought for a while and asked: "I have participated in the class reunion, and the people in the class reunion are very fond of showing off themselves. Should there be such people at the dance?"

Murong said affectionately: "Yes, and they can be found everywhere."

"Then it's fine. If I ask a poor boy with no money to go, it's embarrassing to you, so you should find someone else."

"You can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger!"

"Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger requires capital. The key is that I don't have the capital." Wang Yue was extremely helpless, and said, "I'm just a student. Playing house is as good as it is, so I still don’t bother myself.”

Murong Qingqing pursed her delicate and charming red lips, and said with a smile: "I'm looking for another dance partner, and you won't be jealous if someone hugs my waist?"

"Forehead……"

Wang Yue really didn't know how to answer this question. He said that he and Murong Qingqing were in that kind of relationship, but in fact it wasn't that kind of relationship. He could say that they were good friends, but the delicate relationship between the two was obviously beyond that of good friends. category.

Wang Yue lowered his eyes and glanced at Murong Qingqing's slender waist. Would he be uncomfortable if there were other men holding this waist?

Maybe it's the subtle relationship, no matter how weird it is, or maybe it's a man's innate instinct to possess beautiful women. A faint sense of discomfort welled up in Wang Yue's eyes. Murong Qingqing was captured, and she immediately smiled coquettishly, and her willow waist also trembled, causing many passing men to stop and watch.

"Let's change clothes."

Murong Qingqing knew that Wang Yue, a big boy, was very thin-skinned in some places, so she didn't make fun of Wang Yue, anyway, she had already got the answer she wanted, and pushed Wang Yue into the fitting room.

"Try this Korean dress!"

"Try this suit on!"

"Try this flat-cut gown!"

Murong Qingqing handed all kinds of dresses to Wang Yue's hands, and Wang Yue dared to swear that the clothes he tried on in the building in his life were not as many as he tried on in this hour today.

After choosing for a long time, Murong Qingqing still felt that Wang Yue wore a tuxedo dress that looked good. Murong Qingqing spent more than half an hour to choose a tuxedo style for Wang Yue from a variety of tuxedo styles that she was most satisfied with, and it was also worn by Wang Yue. The one that looks the best, let it go.

Wearing this so-called aristocratic dress, Wang Yue was extremely restrained, standing there motionless like a rooted tree.

Murong Qingqing stepped forward, and two white and flawless bare hands helped Wang Yue tidy up. At this moment, Murong Qingqing was not like that charming and enchanting goblin, but more like a wife arranging her husband's clothes.

Wang Yue was silent for a while, then said, "May I ask how much the clothes cost?"

Murong said calmly and affectionately: "What's mine is yours, why bother to care about these meaningless issues."

Wang Yue didn't continue to say more, he was not the kind of male chauvinist, pedantic person who refused to accept gifts from others, but at this moment, he once again realized the importance of money, there are many people in the world who don't care about money, but There are almost no people who don't need money.

After micro-finishing, Murong Qingqing said with satisfaction: "Perfect!"

When Wang Yue was thinking about where the perfection was, and he was obviously restrained, Murong Qingqing took a selfie stick from somewhere, and said to Wang Yue: "Come here, take a selfie for two!"

"Oh!"

"Tootoo mouth!"

"why?"

"Looking for photos like this is cuter!"

The two faces of Wang Yue and Murong Qingqing are put together, the male is delicate and handsome, and the female is fashionable and charming.

With a "click", he took a selfie. Murong Qingqing, who is a selfie addict, was obviously not satisfied with taking a selfie. Just about to continue taking pictures, when he inadvertently raised his head, he suddenly found something, and then poked Wang Yue who hadn't found it with his finger. Let Wang Yue look in the direction she pointed.

(End of this chapter)