Sweet wife is too sweet: Mr.Huo, you are so fierce

Huo Cang has always seen Wenqin's cloakroom. By contrast, the pile of clothes he bought for Mo Xiaoman last time is really poor. He remembered that when Jin Cheng exclaimed at her exaggerated cloakroom, Wen Qin said that no woman doesn't like to go out wearing different clothes every day. Only those who change clothes in turn are either poor or poor.

As it happens, he is not poor.

He automatically regarded Mo Xiaoman's refusal as her fear of wasting money and dragged her into a shop: "I have too much money and need someone to spend it for me. You're right."

Mo Xiaoman: "

This seems to have been heard

"... I'm short of a wife. You're just right."

She is a little suspicious now. Does Huo Cang's decision on all his words and deeds depend on whether he thinks it is appropriate or not?

Marry a wife, because she is suitable, spend money, because she is poor, just right.

I don't know why, she suddenly felt a little sad for herself.

Even so, when she saw Huo Cang brush off a lot of money again and again and looked at the pile of amount figures, her heart twitched slightly.

When she bought a lot of clothes again and came out of a store, she decided not to go shopping with Huo Cang in the future. She really hasn't seen such a man who can go shopping and buy such a man.

She silently made up her mind, but just thinking about it, she felt that it was difficult to implement it.

Can she refuse Huo Cang? Can she influence Huo Cang's decision?

The answer is No.

She looked at him walking with long legs and went to the next store. When she passed a men's clothing store, she inadvertently glanced at him, and then realized a problem. Huo Cang seemed to... Didn't buy anything?

Since he came in, he has been taking her into the women's clothing store. Even if he passed the men's clothing store, he didn't take another look. He said he liked shopping, but he didn't seem to like buying anything for himself. He was always buying it for her.

Looking at the Uniform suit and shirt on him, I thought of almost all the same styles in his cloakroom, which looked very much like him. It seemed that he always looked like this cold look, as if there were no other colors on him.

But he clearly has an almost perfect figure and a natural clothes hanger. Jin Cheng wears different clothes every time he meets. Even Wen Yao has changed his style and color.

Only this man kept the same color, like an invisible armor, wrapped him up, just like his face, hid all his emotions, so that people could not see the other colors in him.

Only for people to see is this single to some terrible color.

Huo Cang heard the footsteps of trotting behind him, naturally stretched out his hand, but was held by Mo Xiaoman's hands.

The cool hand wrapped his palm, and from the palm came a faint warmth and softness.

He looked back. Mo Xiaoman loosened his hand and pointed to the men's clothing store next to him, as if afraid of his refusal, with a trace of temptation and Expectation: "why don't you buy yourself a new set?"

What she doesn't know is that Huo Cang's clothes are sent by season. They are all high-end hand customized. None of them is mass-produced in this store. Every tie, even one, is a unique design tailored by a special designer for him.

Huo Cang was touched by the expectation from the bottom of her eyes. Ghosts and gods sent and said hello. The next moment, he saw Mo Xiaoman smiling and couldn't wait to pull him into the store.

The shop assistant immediately greeted Huo Cang. At first sight, he was amazed by his appearance. He didn't return to his mind for a while until Huo Cang's thin and cool eyes swept over. The shop assistant suddenly woke up from the male color. He just felt that the man was powerful and subconsciously respectful: "what can I do for you?"

Huo Cang's clothes are not worth much at first sight. Although the things in their store are also expensive in the whole mall, compared with Huo Cang's low-key but expensive clothes, none in the whole store can match.

When she saw the dark pattern of a designer on Huo Cang's button, she could hardly help crying out. The clothes this person was wearing were not only comparable to none in their store, but also the whole mall!

Every piece of the designer's clothes is unique. It is said that even if he has money, it is difficult to buy them. All the guests in his hands are people who stand at the top of the world.

The clerk didn't know what to say, but Mo Xiaoman didn't know that the other party classified Huo Cang as an unattainable customer through only one button. He looked around the store and chose a black leisure trousers, a cotton white shirt and a light gray V-neck wool. It was a very low-key ordinary style, but it was a color Huo Cang didn't wear.

She went to choose a set of colors, which was relatively safe for Huo Cang's usual dress. It was a low-key dark gray with a dark striped shirt inside. He held these clothes in front of Huo Cang and asked, "can you have a try?"

Huo Cang frowned at the color of the clothes in her hand. Just when Mo Xiaoman thought he would refuse, he nodded gently and walked to the fitting room.

The clerk immediately took the initiative to pick up the clothes and send them. Huo Cang stopped, looked back sideways and said to Mo Xiaoman, "come."

Mo Xiaoman said sorry to the clerk and followed up with his clothes.

Hang the clothes in the fitting room one by one. Turning around, she saw Huo Cang unbuttoning her shirt. She quickly lowered her eyes and walked out.

This is the first time that Mo Xiaoman chooses clothes for Huo Cang, which proves that the relationship between the two shows signs of easing up. She doesn't dare to take it lightly. She can't help looking forward to what he will look like when he wears it out.

Mo Xiaoman was looking forward to it. The mobile phone rang in her pocket. She took it out and saw that it was Zhou Li's number. The soft color between her eyebrows faded for a few minutes. When she heard the sound of the opening of the fitting room door, she pressed to refuse, raised her eyes and looked at it. She was stunned.

Huo Cang wore a sweater and shed the black-and-white collocation that resisted thousands of miles. The versatile gray seemed to soften the cold breath on him, making his whole person a little elegant and quiet. When he looked up, his eyes were opposite, and he put the amazing color in Mo Xiaoman's eyes into the bottom of his eyes. His rejection of this color immediately disappeared.

He came to her and put his hands in his pocket. Her height of about 1.67 meters was less than his shoulder. He leaned down slightly. Mo Xiaoman just raised his face and nearly kissed. The clerk nearby hurriedly avoided to one side.

Huo Cang didn't fall down. His eyes swept on her lips quickly, restrained the impulse of kissing, and asked faintly, "is it good-looking?"

Mo Xiaoman was stared at by his deep black eyes and nodded subconsciously: "good, good-looking."

"How nice?"

The surrounding air seemed to become thin. Mo Xiaoman felt inexplicably dry. She swallowed her saliva and couldn't help saying, "it's very... Beautiful."