Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

Huo Beicheng lowered his head, and met the woman's big eyes, and slapped the white and tender skin on his face. Although he didn't have any makeup on, he felt sweeter and more natural due to his innate advantages.

But now this little face is full of eagerness.

At that moment, Huo Dashao's thin lips moved, and he threw out a word: "Oil!"

Jiang Muyu: "...Oh."

It's over, her image.

"What are you worried about? You are definitely not the only one to be photographed." Huo Beicheng pushed the shopping cart forward with a relaxed and natural tone.

Jiang Muyu glanced at his face, "Of course you don't worry, your face looks good in any photo."

The facial features are three-dimensional and exquisite, cold and aggressive, no matter how you stand there, the 360-degree shots are perfect.

"So what are you worried about? Compared with the oil on your face, others must be looking at me when they look at the photos. It's nothing to do with you." First Young Master Huo twitched the corners of his mouth, as if explaining what he was worried about at the beginning. s answer.

Jiang Muyu: "...that makes sense."

She couldn't refute such narcissistic words to the extreme.

Who made Huo Dashao's face really beautiful? Isn't the beauty of the prosperous age just used to describe him?
The two walked in front of each other, with a distance of less than two steps, and walked around to the women's products area.

Huo Dashao turned his feet and walked directly towards the row of shelves.

The handsome and tall man stood in front of a row of shelves of pink and tender sanitary napkins, and began to choose products in a serious manner. The whole picture was seen by the girls around him, and they couldn't help but give attention gifts.

Jiang Muyu frowned, stepped forward two quicker steps and grabbed Huo Dashao's arm, "Girls are watching here."

"Well, which one do you like to use?" Huo Beicheng looked down at her holding his hand, and asked in a deep voice.

"The pink one."

"Buy some!"

Jiang Muyu answered casually, and then watched in shock as Huo Dashao walked to the row of pink tenders very naturally, took a lot and threw them into the shopping cart.

Jiang Muyu; "...What are you buying this for?"

Young Master Huo, don't you feel the eyes of the girls around you?

And what do you do with so much day and night use?
"Your period is coming soon, keep it as a spare."

Huo Beicheng took a bag in his hand and looked at it carefully, then suddenly thought of something and turned to look at her, "Why don't you just buy the factory together?"

Jiang Muyu: "..."

For the sake of a big aunt, your export is to buy other people's factories, is it appropriate?

Looking at the livid face of the little woman, Huo Dashao threw the bag in his hand into the shopping cart, took her hand and walked in the other direction.

Almost all the conversation between the two fell into the ears of the girl who was buying the aunt's towel nearby, and each of them looked at Young Master Huo's back, their eyes almost shining.

Ahhh, why is there such a good man?
Not only do I remember my girlfriend's holidays, but I also come here to buy them for her.

Sure enough, the best ones are other people's husbands... Occasionally, my own husband would let me buy it with an expression of wanting to die.

Jiang Muyu is not in the mood to pay attention to those people now, she just stares at Fen Nennen who occupies most of the shopping cart, feeling that her head is a bit big.

"Jiang Muyu?!"

An exclamation came from the front, with obvious joy in the voice.

This voice is...

Before Jiang Muyu raised her head to see the person clearly, a big hand had already wrapped her whole body, and a certain man pulled her and walked straight in the opposite direction.