After appearing on a love drama, the fake daughter got married to the billionaire heir in a flash ma

Shi Rong remembered that after they received the certificate, Huo Yijun asked several store managers of luxury brands to personally deliver clothes and jewelry to their home.

There was a lot left over from that time.

She hadn't looked at a large part of it carefully.

Open the cloakroom, which is as big as the living room. Clothes are arranged by season, color, occasion, material and other categories. Shoes and bags each occupy an entire wall. A cabinet displays various sunglasses and watches, with a huge glass display in the middle. The cabinet is filled with all kinds of jewelry.

In addition, there are two large black leather sofas.

Shines like velvet.

Shi Rong felt as if he had entered a gorgeous display palace.

"When did so many extra things come out?" She looked back at Huo Yijun in shock.

She remembered that when she first moved in, the cloakroom was still empty.

Uncle Cui stood outside the door and watched, and after hearing the words, he replied smoothly: "Young Madam, the things here are all purchased by our young master in the past few years..."

Huo Yijun glanced at him.

Uncle Cui smiled, turned and walked away.

Shi Rong was even more shocked: "Did you buy these before you married me? Are your ex-girlfriend's things?"

"I don't have an ex-girlfriend."

"No?"

"Really not." Huo Yijun leaned against the wall and smiled.

"So," Shi Rong raised her eyebrows, walked up to him, and ran her fingers across his lips, "your first kiss was mine?"

Huo Yijun held her finger: "Not only the first kiss, but all the other firsts are also yours."

Shi Rong's face turned slightly red.

Huo Yijun lowered his head and kissed her.

"Ouch." Shi Rong pushed him.

"Except for regular cleaning, no one else will come up to the second floor." Huo Yijun tried to dispel her shyness. "Liar, Uncle Cui was here just now!"

"Hey, yes, why did he follow you?" Huo Yijun took the time to glance outside.

Uncle Cui was not seen.

"he's gone."

Huo Yijun kissed her and came to the sofa.

"I still have to get ready to go out. It's already past ten o'clock." Shi Rong protested.

Huo Yijun grabbed her hand: "You made an appointment at three o'clock, which is enough time."

"My leg still hurts."

"You told me last night that it didn't hurt anymore." Huo Yijun kissed her ear, "I promise not to delay anything of yours."

"Waiting for the evening."

Shi Rong pinched his cheek and lifted his head, "Stop making trouble! It's so outrageous in broad daylight!"

Huo Yijun ignored her.

Shi Rong took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed up the video.

"Rong Rong, do you miss grandma?" Old Mrs. Huo's voice came from the mobile phone, "Xiaojuan, bring me my glasses. Why can't I see Rong Rong's face clearly, Rong Rong? Where are you? What? Who is that?"

Huo Yijun immediately sat up straight, with a suspicious pink color on his cheeks, his breath was slightly unsteady, and his hair was a little messy, but he tried to keep his tone calm: "Grandma, it's me."

Mrs. Huo is a person who has seen the world. Looking at the look of her eldest grandson, she can tell what he is doing.

"What time is it, and you are still holding on to Rong Rong?" Old Mrs. Huo knew her grandson's character and guessed the purpose of her grandson's wife calling her, so she directly scolded her grandson, "That's your wife, it will last forever." , what are you doing these days? Rong Rong’s leg injury hasn’t healed yet, so you’re torturing her? That’s outrageous!”

"Grandma, please don't worry about our husband and wife's affairs." Huo Yijun glanced at Shi Rong helplessly.

Shi Rong had quickly picked out two dresses and high heels and slipped out.