After calmly picking, swiping the card, paying the bill, Mo Shichen still led her out as freely and openly as when he came, his figure was straight, his steps were not hurried or slow, and his handsome face was not impatient.
Until he walked out of the corridor where the underwear shop was, the man handed her the shopping bag, “Mrs. Hardy Mo mentioned it.”
Wen Yi glanced at it, curled up his lips and smiled, “Lord, you have to ask women to carry things when you visit a mall. What is the truth?”
Her voice was originally gentle, and there was always a kind of coldness when she talked. At this time, she deliberately squeezed her intonation, and the word “Yah” ended up again, producing a soft and waxy effect that she didn’t even notice. .
The look and voice were like a feather, scratching his heart back and forth, itching hard.
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