The mystery husband is a little bad

The fitting room was not big enough for one person to turn around and stand for two people, which made her a little crowded. She stepped back, her back reached the door behind her, and a thump came from the back of her head.

Even if she grinned in pain, Fu Zhongting saw it and immediately pulled her to her front, reached out and rubbed her back head spoon, frowned and said, "how can I do it?"

But Zhong Jiaqi even said it was ok, and her eyes lingered on Fu Zhongting's body.

She knew that this dress must be very suitable for Fu Zhongting. After he put it on, he was really a teenager.

"Wow, it's beautiful. Why don't you come out?"

Fu Zhongting's face turned red, but there seemed to be several twisting.

Zhong Jiaqi, like seeing through his heart, couldn't help giggling and saying, "isn't it amazing that I'm not used to it?"

Fu Zhongting then stretched out his hand and played it on Zhong Jiaqi's forehead. Zhong Jiaqi was in pain and looked at him plaintively: "why do you play me?"

"I said it didn't suit me. I'll change it."

"Why do you change it. Who said it's not suitable? I think it's very good. It's very suitable. " Zhong Jiaqi immediately comes forward and holds his hands to prevent him from moving.

Because the place is cramped, Zhong Jiaqi is such a good walker. Fu Zhongting's back is on the board behind him, and Zhong Jiaqi presses his hands to make people stick to him.

Fu Zhongting immediately breathed a little fast, and looked at the girl in front of him with deep eyes.

Zhong Jiaqi insisted, "I think it's very good. I can't change it. Do you hear me?"

"No, but you have to give me a request." Fu Zhongting said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Zhong Jiaqi looked up at him and immediately felt that she had been sucked into a black vortex, unable to extricate herself. She instinctively asked, "what's the requirement?"

Zhong Jiaqi didn't wait for Fu Zhongting's answer, because her body was suddenly elevated, and his head was pressed down

God, this is the dressing room. Zhong Jiaqi didn't expect Fu Zhongting to have such a difficult time controlling Meng Lang's feelings. He was shy and didn't know what to do.

But she thought it was so wonderful that she was reluctant to stop I can't care what the shopping guides outside think. When they think of the coming differences, she just wants to seize every minute and second.

When coming out of the dressing room, Zhong Jiaqi's face can't be red any more.

The ambiguous eyes of the shopping guide outside made her embarrassed and unable to raise her head. However, Fu Zhongting did not change the suit at last, and paid for it together with the other sets, so they left the shop quickly.

Zhong Jiaqi has been walking in front of her. Fu Zhongting asked her: "is there money on the ground? Oh, be careful -- "

but as soon as his voice fell, Zhong Jiaqi hit his head on the pillar in front of him.

Fu Zhongting hurriedly stepped forward, put the bag on the ground, pulled her hand and asked, "how about it? Is it tight?"

Pain, is the only feeling of Zhong Jiaqi at the moment, and also the grin of pain.

Fu Zhongting raised her head and saw that it was red and swollen, angry and funny: "I told you to walk slowly."

"Then you didn't tell me to pay attention to the front." Zhong Jiaqi looks at him wrongly.

Fu Zhongting said with a smile, "I want to say that depends on whether you listen or not. It's very painful."

"What do you say?" it's swollen, of course, it hurts.

"You ah, how to do things also Mao is impetuous and impetuous, everything should be a little calm do not know, you look like this, how can I rest assured that you leave."

"Then I won't go." Zhongjiaqi suddenly reached out and hugged Fu Zhongting's waist. With the approaching of time, she felt reluctant to give up as if the clouds were gathering.

She is really reluctant to leave Fu Zhongting, but also really do not want to leave him, more than ten years of waiting, in exchange for the present, she really does not want to be separated from him for a second.

In the public, Fu Zhongting is not used to this kind of cuddling, especially the gaze around him. After all, he is not a spearhead boy in his twenties, but according to the uncomfortable appearance of Zhong Jiaqi, he can't bear it and doesn't want to push her away.

Until Zhong Jiaqi calmed down and released her hand, Fu Zhongting let go of her, but Zhong Jiaqi's eyes were red all the time, and some resented and looked at him: "why didn't you keep me?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhongting couldn't help laughing: "if I really keep you, I'm not responsible for you. If you want to read and enrich yourself, how can I stop you? When you come back, we still have a long time. If the two feelings last for a long time, they are not in the morning and evening."

Zhong Jiaqi is stunned, and reaches out to hammer him: "you are an old antique. You can read love poems. It's really sour." Zhong Jiaqi's heart is sour and sweet.

"Smile? I'm not angry. Let's go. Here you are. Buy some clothes. ""Well, of course, I need to swipe your card." Zhong Jiaqi took his arm and walked downstairs to the women's department.

Although Fu Zhongting looks young, her steady temperament is put there after all. Zhong Jiaqi doesn't want to make the gap between the two look so big, so she chooses to go to some mature stores.

But when he got to the door of the shop, Fu Zhongting said that he would go to the bathroom. Zhong Jiaqi let go of his hand and said, "OK, you can go. I'll walk here. You can come to me when you are good."

Fu Zhongting nodded and walked to the other side. Zhong Jiaqi pushed the door in.

Most of the clothes here are dignified and dark, which makes them a little old-fashioned. In fact, they are not suitable for Zhong Jiaqi's age.

But she chose among them. She dressed more mature, and Fu Zhongting was younger. When they were in harmony, didn't they match?

She doesn't dislike Fu Zhongting. She just tries to narrow the gap between them. She is afraid that she doesn't deserve him.

She reached for a black dress hanging on the hanger, but suddenly reached out with one hand. She got the dress faster than she did.

She raised her head and heard the man calling her name, "Jiaqi?"

Zhong Jiaqi looked at the woman in the opposite direction, and was stunned. She was at a loss. How could she be so clever.

"Jiaqi, you don't know me? I'm your mother's cousin. We met when you were little. You called me auntie. Did you forget? "

Forget, how can she forget, if there is no present of this little aunt, how can she come from this ten years of unforgettable love.

It's just that her identity is a little

Zhong Jiaqi shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, you know the wrong person." With that, Zhong Jiaqi left the shop in a hurry.