An Nan, being stared at for a long ti, also beca a little uneasy, a hint of discomfort flashing across her cheeks: "Why are you staring at like that?" Could it be that she looked strange in this dress?
It shouldn’t be! She’s not bad-looking, and this dress is very pretty. Even if it’s not stunningly beautiful, it shouldn’t be that far off. Why are these two n’s gazes so strange?
An Nan found it increasingly difficult to understand this issue.
Just then, one of the two n spoke first. Jesse.Wang shook his head sharply, then exclaid in amazent, "Beautiful, really beautiful, so beautiful it’s beyond my imagination."
"Really? Not just flattering ?" An Nan looked at him with a teasing smile.
Jesse.Wang continued to shake his head, his gaze then falling on Lin Mubai and smilingly said, "If you don’t believe , just ask your man, see what he says." Then both his and An Nan’s eyes fell on Lin Mubai.
Of course, only when she looked at him did she realize that his gaze was much gentler than usual today, with a hint of tender affection that was not unfamiliar to her, warming her heart and making her feel a little embarrassed. Knowing that they weren’t the only ones here, she still felt shy showing affection in front of others, fearing how others might perceive it.
Lin Mubai didn’t care about such things; he thought that being good to his wife had nothing to do with anyone else. His gentle gaze softly landed on the woman in front of him, and he said with tender emotions, "Wife, you really look beautiful in this dress. So beautiful it moves , so beautiful that I don’t want you to wear such a dress out, so beautiful that I just want to keep it at ho forever, not let others see."
Only in his heart he knew he couldn’t do that; An Nan is an independent individual, she should have her own world, and she was destined to shine. Perhaps an ordinary life was not suitable for her.
Jesse.Wang thought the struggle he saw in Lin Mubai’s eyes was his disapproval of An Nan wearing the dress he designed, and he quickly beca anxious: "Lin Mubai, this dress completely ets your requirents, it’s not revealing, so you can’t not let An Nan wear it."
Lin Mubai rolled his eyes at him, his expression full of helplessness, "Did I say I wasn’t letting my wife wear it? Why are you so nervous?"
"Really?" Jesse.Wang’s eyes were filled with delight.
Lin Mubai continued to nod, "Truly more genuine than diamonds, so rest assured!" The next mont, he directly took out a credit card from his pocket and handed it over, his voice carrying a subtle dominance and no room for refusal, "Charge it, whatever this dress costs, just charge it. I don’t have the habit of letting my wife wear clothes given by other n."
Lin Mubai’s assertiveness instantly drew two eye rolls, but this ti, Jesse.Wang didn’t argue with him, and really handed the credit card to the clerk, yet didn’t say how much to charge. The clerk’s face imdiately twisted with anxiety, "How much should the boss charge?" Without a specific number, how should she charge it? And how much would be appropriate?
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