The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

"What... your clothes are wet, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold?" Bai Xiran felt guilty even when he said this.

He could only force a smile and look at him innocently.

Mo Junzhe was not angry at all, he stretched out his long arms, wrapped around his slender waist, and forced her to lean against him.

The man's aggressive breath fell on the tip of his nose.

Bai Xiran backed away almost subconsciously.

But the hand on the waist didn't intend to let go, it was tightly imprisoned.

She put her slender hand on the man's suit and explained in a low voice, "Try it to see if it fits you."

The design of this dress is indeed a little... weird.

After all, they are worn on catwalks, and sometimes it is normal for male models to be bigger in size.

"So what does the lady want me to do, huh?"

"You know."

He knows why!
And there were urging voices from outside.

Bai Xiran really had no choice but to bite the bullet, "Master Mo, can you help me with this? Just go up and walk around, and the whole journey will not exceed 1 minute!"

She raised her hands, "I promise!"

The man was unmoved.

Mo Junzhe lowered his eyes slightly, looking at her with a half-smile.

"Don't keep looking at me, hurry up!"

She is in a hurry.

But this man is still slow, as if deliberately looking at her anxiously.

Mo Junzhe looked at the strange piece of fabric in his hand, with a look on his face that others couldn't see through.

After a long while, he finally raised his arm.

Bai Xiran was stunned for a second.

This posture is like an emperor waiting for someone to serve him.

Mo Junzhe was not in a hurry, and looked at her with clear eyes, "It seems that the time is almost up."

"I'll help you put it on right away!"

My man, what are you embarrassed about!

Bai Xi took off his suit and shirt after dyeing it three times and five times.

The clothes in his hands were quickly put on the man.

Naturally know the inevitable contacts between the two.

even……

He also deliberately put his hands on her waist.

"Shut up, stop me..."

Bai Xiran frowned, grabbed his arm, a little annoyed, "Do you like this bit of tofu?"

Didn't get enough last night.

These words obviously pleased Mo Junzhe.

He gave a soft "um" and raised his hand obediently.

The clothes slid down, neatly dressed.

"The waistline is still too wide, I'll adjust it a little..."

……

After a few minutes, the two finally came out of the locker room.

The little guy sitting on the chair crossed his legs, holding the snack that A just brought in his hand, and turned his head slowly.

Xiao Qiong and the person in charge next to each other looked at each other, and they could see the surprise in each other's eyes.

As for Chen Xiran, he averted his gaze in shame.

Bai Xiran didn't care about their respective reactions, and instead urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, it's time to go on stage."

……

The lights on the runway are bright.

Numerous models walked through the center, bringing waves of cheers.

There are several rows of staff sitting underneath.

The people from the opposite company have already sat down firmly and are confident about today's competition.

Fengyuan was among these people.

At this time, her gaze wandered over, and it happened to land on the few people who came out of the lounge.

"Why is Chen Xiran there?" LPS manager Gao Rui had sharp eyes, "He should be Fanlin's model."

"Looking at his appearance, he seems to be injured."

Fengyuan couldn't help letting out a chuckle.

The clothes have already been changed, so they must have just given up.

Gao Rui took a look at Fengyuan, and could guess the reason from her expression.

He silently turned his gaze back.

"Don't care about them, in short... we will win."