Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Wu Zhaoyun this beautiful mind just out of the hotel door was facing the cold wind blowing a clean.

But Wu Zhaoyun's dinner itself was out of season. It was common for him to wear summer clothes to soak in the ice water in winter and cotton padded clothes to walk in summer. So he just shivered on his body, and he endured it, and his face didn't change.

Ji Rao took a taxi and told the driver in Russian to go to the nearest World Trade Center.

After a ten minute ride, towering high-rise buildings stand in the center of the city. They get off and go straight to the world trade center.

The men's clothes are on the third floor. They take the elevator.

Wu Zhaoyun has a good skeleton, a good figure, and a good eye. He picked three pieces in a row, which are very good on him.

Ji Rao sits playing with his mobile phone while Wu Zhaoyun stands in front of him with three clothes.

"Which one looks good?"

Ji Rao looked up and said:.... "

Wu Zhaoyun also said to himself, "say, which one looks good?"

"Nothing looks good."

Wu Zhaoyun's pieces are all rice white, and they are almost the same length and style as Ji Rao's.

Jirao was originally imported from abroad, and it happens that country G is still the place of origin, so it's not surprising that this kind of business building is similar to jirao's.

But strange thing, Wu Zhaoyun even found them out and looked like he wanted to buy one.

After hearing Ji Rao's words, Wu Zhaoyun sneered, "who bought you that one?"

Ji Rao is not angry, "the garbage can planed."

Wu Zhaoyun looked at the three pieces in his hand and then at the one on Ji Rao's body

"Is there something wrong?"

Ten or twenty thousand yuan for one, fifty or sixty thousand yuan for three.

Ji Rao rolled a white eye, "money burns flustered?"

"Then choose one, which one do you think looks good?"

Ji Rao didn't want to tangle with Wu Zhaoyun on this issue any more, so he pointed out one at random. Wu Zhaoyun took it out to have a look, "OK, this one."

He went directly to settle the bill, and without packing, he put it on his body and zipped it to his chest.

Out of the door, the outside has begun to snow.

Wu Zhaoyun looked at the thin layer of snow on the ground, "it's falling so fast."

"Come on, buy something to eat."

In a few minutes, each of them had a bun. Wu Zhaoyun had two more kebabs than Ji Rao.

They are walking along the busy street of G country. The snow falls on them and disappears without a trace. The handsome men and beautiful women around them walk past them with laughter.

Wu Zhaoyun shook the kebab in front of Ji Rao, "do you want to eat it?"

Ji Rao doesn't talk.

Wu Zhaoyun gave a step again, and he went to Ji Rao and said, "come on, come on, just have a bite."

Ji Rao glanced at him, the aroma of barbecue floated to his nose, Ji Rao moved his mouth, and then hesitated to reach out.

"I'll feed you. Come on, you can't let go with the cake in your hand."

Ji Rao looks at Wu Zhaoyun. Wu Zhaoyun's handsome face is no different. Ji Rao can't help but wonder whether what he just said is to tease him or really for his sake.

"What's the matter? Eat it. It's going to be cold later. "

Wu Zhaoyun is still innocent and harmless. Ji Rao compromises. He gently holds Wu Zhaoyun's hand with his two fingers, and then goes to bite it and tears it out.

But Ji Rao forgot that Wu Zhaoyun was the film king for four consecutive years.