He Jiao happily got up to pack his things. He put his wig and skirt into his backpack.

Before going out, He Jiao specially changed the sneakers into short boots. The short boots are versatile and can be worn by both men and women.

All the way out, He Jiao asked, "Which place has more women's clothing and is cheaper?"

"The old department store my mother often goes to, he said that the thing is on sale all year round, it's quite cheap, go and have a look, I don't know much about women's clothing."

"Then take the bus, take the subway, or take a taxi?"

"follow me."

Lan Qing led him to the parking lot. He Jiao looked at those luxury cars and asked in surprise, "Can I still ride in a luxury car?"

"What are you thinking? You can't afford it." Lan Qing led him to the back for a while and saw a black motorcycle beside him.

That motorcycle looks really cool.

When He Jiao saw this motorcycle, he remembered it. Lan Qing was riding this motorcycle to rescue him that day. He thought it was the police uncle's car.

"You bought this?"

"Well, I bought it a few years ago." Lan Qing took out a helmet and handed it to him.

He Jiao took it and put it on, bent over to look in the mirror, "It's so cool!"

Lan Qing got into the car with his long legs, and he patted the back, "Sit up."

He Jiao smiled and stepped up and sat behind him. He couldn't sit upright on a sports car motorcycle, so he could only lean forward. He Jiao hugged Lan Qing's waist tightly.

Lan Qing was about to say, don't hug him so tightly, he almost died.

He Jiao whispered in his ear, "Move yourself!"

Lan Qing was stunned for a moment, and when he connected what he just said with this sentence, he immediately looked evil.

He took a deep breath and told himself to be calm.

It would be embarrassing to be teased by him so easily.

"You don't have a helmet?" He Jiao asked.

"I'll go out and buy it later." He usually rides alone, so he never thought about carrying another person, so naturally he would not prepare a second helmet.

He Jiao took off the helmet and put it on his head.

"It doesn't matter if I'm behind, you'll stop the wind."

"Okay." Lan Qing buckled his helmet and set off with him.

There was a motorcycle shop not far from their A University, and Lan Qing took He Jiao to choose a helmet.

He Jiao originally wanted to buy a couple model like Lan Qing's, but the style of Lan Qing's helmet was a few years ago and now it is no longer available, so he simply bought a yellow Pikachu cartoon model.

Lan Qing was a bit contemptuous, but seeing that he liked it so much, he was free to let him wear Pikachu on his butt, but now he still wears Pikachu on his head.

Then, along their journey, Lan Qing felt that many people would smile when they looked back.

When he stopped at a traffic light, a kid next to him pointed at them and yelled, "Look, Mom, Pikachu!"

Then all the people waiting for the green light looked at He Jiao's head.

He suddenly became a beautiful landscape beside the zebra crossing.

Lan Qing silently closed the windshield so that others could not see him. As long as he is not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

"There is a public toilet over there!" He Jiao found a big public toilet behind the bus plate on the side of the road. He needs to change into women's clothes first, otherwise he will try on women's clothes later. He probably won't be tried on by others and will think he is is a pervert.

After all, the Two-dimensional atmosphere here is not very strong.

Lan Qing parked the car at the door of the public toilet, and He Jiao went down.

"Wait for me."

He Jiao's face was already exquisite, and he didn't need much makeup after changing into women's clothing. Once he was wearing a wig, his gender could no longer be distinguished.

He put on a lipstick, and instantly the goddess went online.

"Perfect!"

When I went in just now, I was still dressed in black casual clothes. When I came out this time, I was already wearing a long white chiffon slit dress. When I saw the right leg that was exposed when he was walking, Lan Qing understood that this guy just likes it. Thighs are exposed, otherwise why the cheongsam has slits, and a long skirt that reaches the ankles should also be slit to the thighs.

He Jiao walked over and deliberately turned around in front of him, then stretched out his right leg, "How is it? Am I beautiful?"

"If you sit in the back like this, isn't the hem of your skirt going to fly into the sky?"

"No, isn't there still a connection?" He Jiao tugged at the part that was still connected to him.

Lan Qing looked around and luckily no one else was passing by here, otherwise it would be embarrassing to see his indecent behavior.

"Come up quickly." Lan Qing patted the back seat and urged him to get on the car quickly.

He Jiao ran over and put his arms around his shoulders, and said with a smile, "Move yourself!"

"Stop being coquettish." Lan Qing patted him, and it landed on his butt very smoothly.

He Jiao laughed and got into the car.

He Jiao's skirt fluttered, her left leg couldn't be exposed but her right leg was always exposed to others' sight.

Passing four-wheeled cars would lower their windows and whistle at him.

Lan Qing twisted the handle, quickly accelerated to overtake that car, and ran to the front.

He Jiao put his arms around his waist and smiled.

Came to the old department store.

Next door to the old department store is the new department store. The new department store is more expensive, while the old department store is cheaper, but not as beautiful as the new department store. He Jiao and Lan Qing found that the old department store was not suitable after shopping around, so they went to the new department store. Went to the department store.

Along the way, He Jiao was used to the way others looked at him, so he didn't care. It's normal for him to be seen as a tall, tall, blond and beautiful woman.

But Lan Qing is not used to it, he always feels that his things are being peeped at, and he is particularly displeased.

When passing by a small jewelry store, Lan Qing saw something in it that inspired him.

He pulled He Jiao and walked in.

Lan Qing picked up a pack of big pins dressed in white pearls.

There are four in a pack.

"How much is this bag?"

The proprietress said, "Ten yuan a bag."

Lan Qing took two packs and went to pay.

He Jiao didn't speak when he was in the store, because when he spoke, others would hear his male voice.

After leaving the shop, he whispered, "Brother Lan Qing likes this kind of thing?"

Lan Qing just gave him a look, then turned him around and the two of them faced each other.

Then he squatted down and removed the pins.

"What are you going to do?" He Jiao had an ominous premonition.

Lan Qing used these pins to fasten his slit skirt every ten centimeters.

The eight pins just fasten the hem of the skirt.

At this moment, let alone the legs, I almost couldn't even show my feet.

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