Ninety lucky little sweet wife

In the afternoon of spring, the breeze was gentle, and the warm sun shone warmly on people.

There were people coming and going in the town, Zhu Yan naturally followed behind the man, step by step.

He pushed the bicycle, and she gently pulled the back seat of the bicycle, carefully avoiding the crowd.

This was the first time for the two of them to go shopping alone, Zhu Yan was thinking about what to buy later, and suddenly, her forehead hit a hard chest.

"Why are you so close to me? Does it hurt?" The man's voice was full of accusations and concern.

Zhu Yan rubbed her painful forehead, and smiled indifferently, "It's okay, I'm just thinking about things."

Qin Huai's heart trembled, and his whole body was instantly soaked by a chill, "Could you be the soul that was snatched away by that Teacher Su, and you haven't been willing to come back yet."

Mr. Su, which Mr. Su?

When Zhu Yan overlapped the boy who laughed so hard that she had goosebumps just now, and the teacher Su that Qin Huai was talking about, she could faintly smell a strong smell of vinegar.

She likes young boys who can dance, and she really lost her sense of staring at Teacher Su.

But, that's because she imagined his face as her eldest son.

It has nothing to do with him being half a dime.

What kind of flying vinegar is this man eating?

Zhu Yan was angry and funny, she loosened her hand holding the rear seat, teasing intentionally: "Ah Huai, why don't you go back first, I'll go to Teacher Su to find my soul back."

If you are jealous, then eat more.

In fact, she had long wanted to treat him.

It was Yun Jue before, he stuck behind her like a gummy candy, and now there is Teacher Su again.

Why, after looking at him a few more times, she wanted to empathize with him?
You must have underestimated her too.

After saying that, she turned around and pretended to leave.

The next second, as Zhu Yan expected, her hand was grabbed by a warm palm.

The book says: "A needle in the bottom of a woman's heart."

Is the heart of his family a needle buried under the Pacific Ocean?
If you really can't see it at all, is he angry?
He got angry, the kind with serious consequences.

"Why are you pulling me again?" Zhu Yan pretended not to understand.

"Ayan, I'm angry." Qin Huai was full of grievances, the expression on his face was more uncomfortable than eating bitter melon, "Don't go to him, okay? I don't like you staring at him, I don't like him smiling at you ,dislike……"

"Since you don't like it, then I won't see him in the future."

Zhu Yan wanted to tease him again, but he didn't know that he was just like what Yu Yin said, not at all teasing, and it was easy to take it seriously.

I couldn't bear it, so I let him off this time.

Qin Huai took Zhu Yan with one hand and the faucet of the car with the other, strolling leisurely on the street for a while.

Passing by a men's clothing store, Qin Huai parked his bicycle and walked in with Zhu Yan.

After signing the cafeteria cooperation agreement with Yunjue, Yunjue gave Zhu Yan an initial training fee of 2000 yuan.

Now that she has money, she can eat meat at home and buy new clothes for the old man and the two children.

Only Qin Huai didn't want to live or die, he insisted that he had clothes to wear.

As a result, in March of Yangchun, he was still wearing the woolen coat that he wore in the cold winter months.

Therefore, when the man took the initiative to drag her into the men's clothing store, Zhu Yan's eyes were full of shock and doubt.

In a men's clothing store, a young girl is sitting at the cashier desk writing a book.

Seeing a customer entering the store, the little girl hurriedly put down the book in her hand, and greeted her deftly, "Hello uncle, hello sister, our store has a new batch of spring clothes, and there are so many people buying them. I'll bring them for my uncle to try on." try."

Qin Huai didn't care about clothes or not at all. His focus was on the little girl's words: "Hello, Uncle."

Why do you call yourself an uncle, and become a sister when you come to Zhu Yan?

Is he that old?

The little girl in front of her was about seventeen or eighteen years old, calling a man ten years older than her uncle was not out of harmony.

However, Qin Huai was stimulated by a young boy not long ago.

As the old saying goes: "A man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle."

He originally wanted to buy some nice new clothes for himself to dress up, but unexpectedly, he suffered another wave of psychological impact.

Furthermore, what is the meaning of this navy blue Chinese tunic suit she is holding?
"Is there any clothes like those worn by young people?" Qin Huai suppressed his anger and added, "It's worn by boys who are about your age."

The little girl understood, thinking that he bought clothes for her son, asked the size, and got into the warehouse.

When he came out again, he had an extra set of royal blue sportswear in his hand.

Sportswear is indeed much younger than the Chinese tunic suit, but when they are worn on men, Zhu Yan is almost not laughed to death.

A word suddenly jumped out of her mind——

Two idiots.

He has a burly figure, and his tight underwear exposes his good figure at a glance, especially his huge chest muscles that he has cultivated from doing farm work all year round. Even Zhu Yan would have a nosebleed when he saw it.

If he really wanted to go out dressed like this, he might be invited to drink tea by the police before long.

Zhu Yan handed Qin Huai a set of casual clothes that she liked, "Go and change, sportswear is not suitable for you, I like to see you wearing this."

Without too many words, just by saying that she likes it, she is sure that he will not refuse.

Sure enough, a moment later, the man was wearing a dark blue casual jacket and black slacks. He wiped his hands in his trouser pockets, raised his chin slightly, and stared at Zhu Yan quietly with his eyes like a deep pool.

As expected of the future boss, if he stops here, as long as he doesn't speak, he will have an aura that can overwhelm the audience.

It would be even more perfect if he could replace the pair of black-rimmed glasses that reduced his points.

Zhu Yan cursed in her heart.

"Does it look good, Yan?"

Qin Huai stared blankly at the girl in front of him, feeling extremely nervous.

He was afraid that Ayan would say that he didn't look good, that he would think that he would look ugly in whatever he wore, and that he would not even look at him in the future.

"It's handsome!"

Zhu Yan was not stingy at all in complimenting the man, as if she still felt that the two short words were not convincing enough, she added her hand gestures and gave him a thumbs up.

Answering unexpectedly, the man was silent for a few seconds, and a smile slowly spread in his eyes.

While the man was enjoying himself in his beauty, Zhu Yan picked out some more clothes for him.

When the two walked out of the men's clothing store, they already had various packaging bags in their hands.

Afterwards, Zhu Yan took Qin Huai to the optician's shop to change into a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and found a barber shop to cut him the most fashionable hairstyle of this era.

Not to mention, compared to his previous attire, visually, he felt much younger.

No wonder, the smile on the man's face faded after a long time.