Young Master Bo, your wife is going to heaven

Jealous?

Bao Siyan's little heart twitched slightly, really slightly.

But he soon calmed down.

"Why am I jealous? I just think that with your unrefined eyes, if you wear these and go out, then I will stand by your side, and I will be the one who will be ashamed."

"..."

wipe.

I knew he was uneasy.

"Okay, you don't need to choose. I will tell the young master when the time comes, let the young master choose a decent dress."

"But……"

"Or do you want to drink Chinese medicine?"

"No no no."

Sheng Nuan slipped away with a whoosh.

The corner of Bao Siyan's mouth twitched, and he immediately dialed Xiao Heng's number: "You should immediately make an appointment with those big-name designers, and they are not allowed to save fabric like this in the future!"

Xiao Heng: "???"

It's late at night, what kind of wind is your old man doing?
Also, what is the stalk of fabric saving?

"Those designers, I immediately asked them to design a dress for me that is both conservative and fashionable, and can still calm the scene when worn out."

"..."

Are you asking for this?

With so many things, why don't you go to heaven?
But Xiao Heng didn't dare to say that, and smiled on the surface: "Okay, okay, I promise to complete the task."

A group was formed behind the scenes, and I complained with a few other friends. The title was--The Strange Symptoms of a Straight Man Falling in Love for the First Time.

Killer: "I have read it."

Xiao Heng: "..."

Will you die if you say one more word?
Lu Ran: "Why don't you hand in a little more love skills, and save yourself such troubles all day long."

Xiao Heng thought for a while, and Lu Ran still had some brains: "Yes, let's do it like this."

So in the next moment, he quickly sent this young master a big gift package of love skills, which contained the keys to clear the love skills of more than N men and women.

What skills you need to know when first starting a relationship.

What dating avoids the question of death.

blah blah.

Of course, he was well aware of the young master's pissing nature, so he specially added a quick version—a man wants to pursue a woman, no matter how many routines he has, he can't leave it. A lot of love, what else, ahem, satisfy her on the bed, oh.

Ding.

When this message came in, Bo Siyan had just finalized the plan with the designers, and when he opened it, he squinted his eyes slightly.

money?
I have many, many.

Love?
You can have it now.

As for the last item...

He looked at it, squinted his eyes slightly, and it was time to implement it.

He made a phone call to his mother: "That boy Bo Ling thought he bought my wife and drugged me. Tell me, can I take this opportunity to do something?"

The old lady's eyes lit up: "There is such a good opportunity, why didn't you say it earlier? I will arrange it quickly and say that you have been poisoned, and you will die if you don't have sex?"

"Mom, I found that you are getting smarter."

"That is."

Bao Siyan hung up the phone, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

Sheng Nuan turned around, and just as he was about to get something, he saw him sitting on his bed like an old man.

"Why don't you go back?"

Bao Siyan glanced at her meaningfully.

She subconsciously wrapped her clothes tightly: "Where are you looking?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Anyway, we will see it soon."

"What did you say?"

What did this guy say just now, what is fast?
"By the way, your dress will be received tomorrow."

"Oh."

Bao Siyan gave her another meaningful look: "Good night."

Good night?

Oh My God.

He actually talked to himself so softly.

Sheng Nuan pinched her own face, could it be some hallucination?
At this time, there were bursts of Wen Qianqian's screams outside, what kind of sister, you are so beautiful, this skirt is very suitable for you, and tomorrow it will definitely be gorgeous.

Ha ha.

She fell asleep straight away.

I hope that the skirt given by that classmate Bo Shao tomorrow will not disappoint her.

"Sister, you are so beautiful."

I go.

It's this voice again, will Wen Qianqian die if he doesn't boast for a day?People who make trouble in the morning can't sleep.

Sheng Nuan rubbed his eyes, opened the door, and saw Wen Ranran walking down in a French goose yellow dress, stepping on high heels, smiling slightly.

That looks very much like a daughter of a thousand gold.

"Morning, warm."

Also a preconceived look.

This made Sheng Nuan unhappy.

"morning."

Wen Qianqian snorted, and pulled Wen Ranran away: "Sister, what are you saying hello to her?"

"They're all my sisters, why don't you say hello, you, I must have misunderstood her before. I'm back today too, let them shake hands and make peace here."

Wen Qianqian was 1 reluctant.

Wen Ranran gave her a look: "Huh?"

Wen Qianqian was most afraid of her, no matter how reluctant she was, she had no choice but to do it obediently, she stretched out her hand unhappy.

Just as she took a step forward, she suddenly found a familiar skirt lying in Sheng Nuan's room.

Isn't that what my sister gave her?
Wen Qianqian hurried in, and when she saw it, she saw that the Versace dress had shrunk and turned into a miniature version, and it was put on the plush toy's waist.

Thinking about it, it was the skirt that I had always wanted to get, and it just turned into a plush toy's underpants, stuffed inside.

"You... sister gave you this, how could you ruin it like this?" Wen Qianqian was heartbroken.

Wen Ranran saw it too, and frowned slightly.

Was this Sheng Nuan intentional?
He knew it was given to her by himself, so why did he cut it?
"Nuan Nuan, why is this?"

Sheng Nuan didn't take it seriously: "Since it was given to me, then I have the right to deal with it."

"You..." Wen Qianqian gasped for breath, and was about to go crazy, "Sister, look at her, what kind of attitude is this, you gave her a skirt, it would be better than feeding her a dog, how could anyone ruin a skirt like this?"

"I said Qianqian, why are you so sad? It's just a dress, I just thought it fit my plush toy, so I just made one."

"Okay, you..."

Wen Qianqian rushed forward and was about to hit someone.

Wen Ranran stopped her: "Qianqian, what are you doing? She is your sister after all, how can you beat someone? It doesn't matter whether it is big or small."

She admired Wen Ranran in this point of pretense, look, she was obviously very angry, but she didn't show the slightest bit of unhappiness on her face.

Doing things is called a watertight one.

Sheng Nuan nodded: "That's right."

The prosthesis of Wen Qianqian's nose almost flew out of anger: "You..."

"Besides, this skirt is fake, wouldn't it be better to cut it?"

Wen Qianqian was taken aback, and immediately cursed: "What nonsense are you talking about, why is it possible that sister's dress is fake?"

Wen Ranran also frowned: "Nuan Nuan, what are you talking about?"

Sheng Nuan shrugged: "What are you doing lying to you, just compare and you will know."

As she spoke, she took out shopping bags one after another from the large and small bags in her cloakroom.

Large and small, it can be said that they are stacked into a hill.

This made Wen Qianqian feel jealous to vomit blood.

Correct.

That day, after she knew that she had been blocked by the luxury store, she saw Sheng Nuan go in and then come out with big bags.

So there are so many.

All of them are the latest models, and they are not cheap, they are all expensive.Thinking of the fact that he was so miserable that he couldn't enter the store, and that the things he had dreamed of were actually thrown on the ground by Sheng Nuan like garbage.

Heartache.

For the first time, I felt that those big names were nothing more than that.

Sheng Nuan fiddled with a pile of clothes for a while, and then pulled out one of them: "Is this the dress?"

When Wen Ranran was about to give it to her that day, she had already noticed that she had a dress of her own, and the clerk had enthusiastically sold it at that time: "There are only ten pieces in the world, and now there is only one left."

In other words, what Wen Ranran said was definitely not true.

"Compare yourself and you will know."

Wen Qianqian turned her head away and just didn't look at it: "How do I know if this stuff is real or not? I'm not a clerk in a luxury store."

"Yes, you don't know."

Dare you beg your father to buy luxury goods with your pocket money every day for several years to cultivate your taste? Is this the quality?

hehe.

"Then let someone who understands do it." Sheng Nuan called someone who understands clothes at home, "Aunt Zhong is keeping all the luxury goods of the family, and they can tell if they are real or not."

Aunt Zhong glanced roughly, and then shouted loudly: "Who bought this skirt, it's so fake that it can't be faked anymore!"

With a loud voice, Wen Ranran's face immediately turned green.