High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 757
Every time they meet, they are either in a well-fitting suit or a well-tied white shirt and tie.

Obviously so prosperous and handsome.

But it happens that the single-element system is terrible every time.

Lin Zhaoxia, who was originally very interested in Yang Moyan's cloakroom, turned left and right, and found that they were all hangings of the Qing series, so she lost that interest at all.

Standing there, I went through those clothes again and again, and finally found a few white khakis in the innermost part besides black and white.

But that is also rare.

It's just a few pieces.

This discovery made the young man very depressed, his handsome face puffed up, and he resolutely felt that as a little boyfriend, a supreme master, she should buy some clothes for his little wife and add some clothes.

Turned for a long time.

In the end, Lin Zhaoxia could only take out a set of white shirt and black pants with raised eyebrows.

But because of the size difference.

As a result, those clothes were too big for the boy.

But there is no other clothes to wear.

My own trousers were stained with blood and needed to be cleaned.

Lin Zhaoxia could only try on the clothes, then went into the bathroom and took a shower casually, and put on the suit by rolling up the cuffs and trouser legs.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

Young Master Yang's voice came from outside the door, "It's time to eat, come out."

Lin Zhaoxia paused her legs just as she stepped out of the bathroom, then walked a few steps over and opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he met those dark green eyes, and the young man smiled very delicately and handsomely with red lips and white teeth.

Of course, if he could talk, the young man would definitely be agitated at this time.

But even if it's not skinny, it can't seduce people.

The youth's attire is also attractive enough.

Might have been overwashed.

The fluffy black hair was lying there wet at this moment, and some were even dripping with water.

Just along the cheeks, along the position of the chin.

In the end, it fell to the position where the collarbone was not completely tied.

The cuffs are half rolled up, revealing a section of too white wrist.

Even the trousers were rolled up several times at the trouser legs, exposing a section of the same white and tender ankle.

Black is black, white is white, even too white.

It's just a strong black and white contrast.

Such a young man made Yang Moyan's eyes darken in an instant.

Is it poison?

Yang Moyan thinks so.

It must be.

And the poison is addictive.

Otherwise, why seeing the young man like this, Yang Moyan just couldn't suppress the thought in his heart.

Especially the boy's black and white pupils blinking and blinking.

What Yang Moyan couldn't help but want to infect him with other things.

"How do you wear this?"

He asked in a low voice, and the voice was hoarse enough when he opened his mouth.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't notice anything wrong.

Raising her eyes, she stretched out her fingertips and flicked the wet hair on her forehead. She stood there shrugging her shoulders, spreading her hands again, and finally took out the mobile phone that was conveniently placed in the pocket of her trousers just now, opened the mobile phone and Called up the sticky note and pressed the keyboard there.

Then he approached Young Master Yang: The monotony of your little wife's wardrobe makes your little boyfriend discouraged.

These words made Young Master Yang raise his eyebrows.

Tell the truth.

Yang Moyan thinks that simple clothes are fine.

What's more, he doesn't need too many colors.

The clothes in the closet are all high-end customizations that have been selected for the assistant to take in batches
(End of this chapter)