Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 80
I heard her say to her companion: "They are such a pair! The man is handsome, tall, with slender limbs, and the woman is beautiful, tall, slim and graceful. Hey, the combination of a handsome man and a beautiful woman is really beautiful. A beautiful landscape."

Mei Mei is a bit of a mess.

But I'm not angry, I'm in a good mood.

Because Meimei said I was pretty, of course I was in a better mood.

Very vain, isn't it?I'm an ordinary person, and it's okay to be vain.Originally, there is indelible vanity in human nature, and the one who is not vanity is a sage.

The third and fourth floors of the mall are devoted to women's fashion.

Dizzying.

I would rather kill mistakes than let them go. I have shopped every brand and tried enough clothes that should be tried.After walking around for a long time, the seven-inch high heels strangled my feet so badly because of the long walk.

On weekdays, I don't wear high heels to go shopping.Who doesn't know that wearing high heels for a woman to go shopping is like walking a [-]-mile long march?
I was asking for trouble.

A pair of feet were so painful that I couldn't bear the pain, and the problem of committing two recurred.Regardless of the broad daylight, public places, and the view of the public, he simply took off his high heels, carried one in each hand, and then walked around the venue with bare feet, completely liberating his feet.

Anyway, Cheng Yiming isn't around, so I don't need to maintain a good image, and it's okay to do something out of manner once in a while.

Someone passed me by, couldn't help it, turned his head frequently, and looked at me, the expression on his face was full of incredible.I don't care, I raise my head high and walk my way as if nothing had happened, letting the irrelevant eyes feast on me.

Han Qingluo walked beside me and couldn't help laughing.

He made a metaphor for me: "Su Lala, do you know what you look like at this moment?"

I took one look at him and said, "Savage girl?"

Han Qingluo said, "No, an indigenous girl."

I said "hey".

Han Qingluo shook his head: "The etiquette I taught you a few days ago is in vain." He looked at me, shook his head again, and couldn't help laughing: "No matter how ladylike you are on the surface, you still have the essence of a barbaric woman in your bones—what do you mean? The country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change? This is it."

I winked at him: "If you think I'm embarrassing you, you can stay away from me and pretend you don't know me."

It was Han Qingluo's turn to say "Hey".

Walked around again for a while.Then I was in a brand fashion cabinet, and I fell in love with a European-style dress: a fashion-printed narrow silk jacket with a touch of Gothic color, paired with a small white camisole, and the lower body is wide and ankle-length culottes decorated with small crystal buttons at the waist.

I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it.

Quickly put on the shoes, take the clothes to the fitting room and put them on.

Go out and look in the mirror - I don't even need to look in the mirror, I know I look good.This dress is very suitable for me. The material is light and soft, and the classic color and black base color complement the tall, thin and lazy me, showing a sense of fashion and elegance.

Han Qingluo put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned his head sideways, and looked around casually.

Then he moved his head closer, tilted his mouth, and said in a very ambiguous/ambiguous voice: "Baby, you have a good eye, you look very stylish in this dress."

I was stupefied: "What kind of clothes do I wear? It's hard to give up on a natural beauty."

Han Qingluo laughed: "Baby, don't give it some sunshine and you will be brilliant, give you some floods and you will flood, give you a nest and you will lay eggs when you squat down. Can you be more humble? Could it be that if you are humble, you will die?"

The salesperson was a young girl about 20 years old. Standing beside her, she kept stealing glances at Han Qingluo. Her salivating eyes glowed with a nympho expression, which was really unbearable to witness.

No wonder the little girl was rude.

Blame Han Qingluo, no matter her height or appearance, she is too promiscuous, blinding female compatriots over the age of 15 and under the age of 50 with 24K diamond-encrusted titanium alloy eyes wherever she goes.

The little girl secretly asked me: "Is he your boyfriend? He looks so handsome, like a movie star!"

I said, "No! He's not my boyfriend."

The little girl didn't believe it: "If he wasn't your boyfriend, how could he have the patience to accompany you shopping around fashion?"

Han Qingluo had sharp eyes and ears, and when he heard it, he smiled and asked the little girl, "Why do you think I'm her boyfriend, but not her husband?"

The little girl had a suddenly realized expression: "So you are married?"

Han Qingluo put his hands on my shoulders, with a sinister smile on his face: "Honey, are we married?"

I got angry and slapped his hand away: "What nonsense are you talking about? Bah, get married! All the men in the world are not dead, why should I marry you? Really!"

Han Qingluo grinned.

Suddenly I heard someone say: "Su Lala? God, you are really Su Lala!" I was startled and turned around to look.It turned out that Ding Nuomin, she approached: "Sulala, you're free, why don't you go shopping?"

I said: "Yeah."

Ding Nuomin looked at Han Qingluo with a curious expression on his face: "Sulala, this handsome guy is—"

I was afraid that she would misunderstand, so I quickly explained: "His name is Han Qingluo, he is...my friend, uh - a very ordinary kind of friend. By the way, Cheng Yiming also knows him."

Ding Nuomin said "Oh", with a very disapproving expression.

She looked at Han Qingluo curiously again.

Han Qingluo blinked at her, grinned, and added something superfluous: "Yes, I'm Su Lala's friend, and I'm a very ordinary kind—ordinary enough to just go shopping, drink coffee, eat, and Ordinary friends who don't do anything shady."

He has bad intentions.

Not to mention it, but this one makes the description darker and darker, making it appear that there is no 300 taels of silver here—this is intentional, for fear that the world will not be chaotic, and I hope that people all over the world will misunderstand that I am having an affair with him.

This made the meaning in Ding Nuomin's eyes even more intense, and she said "Oh" again, and said with a smile: "Su Lala, so you and this handsome guy are just ordinary friends? People who don't know , I misunderstood that you are a couple." She stretched the word "ordinary", a little bit weird.

I can't help but frown.

Ding Nuomin glanced at me up and down: "Su Lala, you really look good in this dress!" She had something to say, and then said: "This handsome guy helped you choose it? His eyes are really good, although it's just yours." Ordinary friend, but he knows what clothes suit you—it seems that he knows you better than Brother Ming."

I frowned again.

Not wanting to entangle this topic any longer, I asked, "Ding Nuomin, why are you here? Are you also shopping for clothes?"

Ding Nuomin said, "No, I'm doing market research here."

Ah yes, I almost forgot about this.

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(End of this chapter)