Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 191
At seven o'clock, Qiao Yimo came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, dried her hair and lay down on the bed to find a comfortable position to play with her mobile phone.

Suddenly, the phone jumped to the address book page, and there was a rush of ringtones.

After a while, Qiao Yimo recovered and connected the phone, "What's wrong?"

"Are you free tonight?" A man's deep and sexy voice came from the other end of the phone.

Qiao Yimo was silent for a while, then said lightly, "Yes."

"Come out, I'm downstairs with you."

Qiao Yimo: "."

They all came and asked her if she was free?

After a few minutes, Qiao Yimo went out through the window.

The night scene of spring came unsatisfactorily, and it was already dark at this time, and the warm lights were turned on in the deserted streets.

In the distance, Qiao Yimo saw that flamboyant luxury car.

Seeing Qiao Yimo, Leng Juan hurriedly got out of the car to greet him.

"Where are you going?" Qiao Yimo sat in the back seat and spoke slowly.

Leng Juan went around and returned to the car before answering her, "Buy something."

Qiao Yimo raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, "What do you need to do yourself?"

The man lowered his head to appreciate her befuddled and moving expression, then lowered his head, pursed his lips, and said in a deep voice, "Your birthday present."

Qiao Yimo looked at the man's handsome facial features and raised her eyebrows, "How do you know my birthday?"

"Since the first time we met, the information about you has been sent to me." Leng Juan's eyes were dark, like a deep well under the night, looking at Qiao Yimo silently and fascinated.

Regarding this point, he was very honest, so Qiao Yimo naturally did not pursue it.

"What do you want?" The man's dark gaze moved out of the window, then landed somewhere, and whispered a few words.

Qiao Yimo looked out of the other window with cold eyes, lowered her eyebrows, "I don't want anything."

Listening to Qiao Yimo returning like this, Leng Juan tapped the car window with his bony fingertips, thought for a few seconds, and then told Bo Hua in the cab: "Go to Paradise in Paris."

In other words, Paradise in Paris is a paradise for women. It not only sells a variety of big-name bags, but also dresses from top designers.

When Qiao Yimo heard this, the corners of her mouth curled into a faint smile.

It's okay, she hasn't bought a dress by herself for a long time.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when we arrived in Paris Paradise.

Leng Juan got out of the car, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dress in a cabinet in front of him.

A red dress in the cupboard immediately attracted his attention.

If it is worn on Qiao Yimo's body, it must be very suitable.

Leng Juan withdrew his gaze, the color of his eyes gradually darkened, and there was still a bit of indescribable desire in his eyes.

The man's hand could not help but grasp Qiao Yimo tightly.

Qiao Yimo was taken aback by the sudden holding hands, she raised her eyebrows, and said expressionlessly, "What are you doing?"

Hearing Qiao Yimo's voice, Leng Juan came back to his senses, lowered his head and fixed his eyes on her.

She raised her eyes slightly, and in the night, he could vaguely see the blood vessels in Qiao Yimo's fair neck, and he felt an urge to bite them, wanting their blood to fuse together.

Qiao Yimo was terrified by this prey-like stare, and hurriedly followed the lights to the big-name clothing store.

As soon as she walked into the store of a big brand, the clerk inside saw her attire and did not come forward to receive her.

In the next second, a tall and straight man walked up to her.

The shop assistants around were stunned for a moment, only to see that the person who came was tall and straight, like a tree, and his dark eyes were even more fierce, like a god who came from nowhere.

Everyone's eyes lit up immediately, and they greeted them.

"Both, welcome! May I ask whether the gentleman chooses the suit or the girl chooses the dress?" The clerk introduced enthusiastically instantly.

"The dress." As the man said, he turned and walked towards the window, looking at the dress that he caught sight of just outside.

The clerk followed behind and said enthusiastically, "Sir, you have good eyesight! This dress is a new dress that we airlifted from Italy last night. This dress is made of satin fabric, which is soft and comfortable to the touch. It is the best dress fabric."

Leng Juan's gaze slowly shifted from the dress to Qiao Yimo's body, and said to the clerk indifferently: "83, 59, 78."

The clerk was stunned for a few seconds when he heard the words, and then realized, "I understand."

He is handsome, looks rich, and the key is to remember his girlfriend's measurements, he is such a good man.

The clerk couldn't help but feel a little nympho in his heart.

Originally, Qiao Yimo was still shopping around for clothes, but she heard Leng Juan talking about three sets of numbers that she was very familiar with.

After a few seconds, Qiao Yimo realized.

She had black lines all over her face, staring at Leng tired with resentment in her eyes.

Can you still have fun?

Do you know her measurements?
Want to be so perverted?
Leng Juan received Qiao Yimo's different eyes, and smiled softly.

She's shy again.

Not long after, the clerk took out a dress that fit Qiao Yimo's size from the warehouse and handed it over.

Qiao Yimo was speechless for a moment, and originally wanted to refuse, but the man said: "Try it, if it doesn't fit, forget it."

She stood there pinching the center of her eyebrows for a few seconds, then picked up the red dress and walked into the dressing room.

Qiao Yimo, who doesn't usually wear skirts, is now facing a big Waterloo.

She found that the zipper of this dress could not be closed.

The clothes are stuck in the middle, and I can't put them on or take them off.

"Miss salesperson." Qiao Yimo called for help in the changing room, hoping that the shop assistant could help her.

Unexpectedly, he yelled several times, and the people outside seemed to be dead, and no one could hear him.

At this moment, the door of the changing room was slowly pushed in by outsiders.

Qiao Yimo thought it was the shop assistant's young lady who came, so she didn't hide much, and said calmly, "Hello, help me close the zipper on the back."

Leng Juan, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, thought that Qiao Yimo had finished changing her clothes, but she never thought that what she was facing now was this gorgeous back.

The white and slender beautiful back with butterfly bones makes people suffocate.

The changing room was well soundproofed, Leng Juan called several times but Qiao Yimo didn't respond.

So a look of shock flashed in the man's eyes, she is so beautiful.

Seeing that the young lady behind her had not moved for a long time, Qiao Yimo turned around to remind her.

The moment she turned around, Leng Juan suddenly stepped forward and pulled the zipper behind her.

He said in a low voice, "It's me."

Qiao Yimo was startled by the voice, and immediately backed away involuntarily.

Leng Juan rolled his throat subconsciously, as if he wanted to seize some moment. Randomly, he looked at Qiao Yimo's face through the mirror in the dressing room, his eyes were deep and familiar, revealing a bit of frightening desire. .see.

Qiao Yimo was slightly stunned, their cheeks were very close, and the breath on their bodies surrounded each other, as if they were going to burn in the next second.

After the man's zipper movement was finally completed, Qiao Yimo looked at the mirror and took a deep breath.

Just when Qiao Yimo was about to turn around, she was pinned down by the waist, unable to move.

Qiao Yimo's face changed slightly.

The man's deep voice came, "Don't move, let me take it easy."

Qiao Yimo froze for a moment, her whole body was imprisoned by him in front of her chest, feeling his crazy heartbeat.

She sighed deeply.

The gun went off.
(End of this chapter)