Seeing Liu Ping's firm attitude, Song Yuli had no choice but to nod and say with a smile, "Then Aunt, I won't stand on ceremony with you."

Liu Ping pretended to lightly hit her: "Alright, go out now, don't keep them waiting too long."

"Okay, I understand."

...

Song Yuli and Nangong Yu bought tickets for 1:50 pm. Since it was still early, Song Yuli took Nangong Yu to the shopping mall.

Nangong Yu had come in a hurry and hadn't brought many clothes with him, so Song Yuli planned to buy him some.

"Nan... Honey, what's your favorite color?"

Looking at the various men's clothes in the shop window, Song Yuli asked hesitantly.

At first, she was going to call Nangong Yu by his full name, but then she remembered the two times she had been disciplined before, and Song Yuli wisely changed her address.

Sure enough, when Nangong Yu heard Song Yuli call him "husband" on his own initiative, his mood instantly soared.

I like everything you chose.

Hearing this, Song Yuli couldn't help but laugh. After pulling Nangong Yu around to look at the styles, she asked, "Honey, what kind of style do you like?"

Having done it the first time, Song Yuli called him that the second time very smoothly.

Looking at the small, fair hand that was tightly holding his, Nangong Yu smiled and said, "I like everything you've chosen."

Song Yuli: "..."

Song Yuli frowned slightly and looked at Nangong Yu strangely: "Honey, you haven't gone out to buy clothes before, have you?"

Nangong Yu nodded seriously: "Yes, because my clothes are usually made to order."

Song Yuli: "..."

Wow, that's a tycoon! I can't compare, I can't compare.

Song Yuli led Nangong Yu around the mall, carefully observing the surroundings before finally guiding him into a branded menswear store.

As soon as the two entered, a woman dressed in work clothes, with exquisite makeup and her hair neatly styled, quickly walked over with a smile.

"Hello sir, how may I help you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sales assistant looked at Nangong Yu with great anticipation.

Ignored, Song Yuli rolled his eyes in exasperation.

Good heavens, is this sales assistant blind? She's a grown woman, can't she see anything?

Nangong Yu remained expressionless, pretending not to see anything. He looked down at Song Yuli and, seeing that Song Yuli's lips were pouting so much they could hang an oil bottle on them, smiled helplessly.

He reached out and tapped her pert little nose, his deep eyes filled with doting affection.

The sales assistant then noticed that there was a Song Yuli next to Nangong Yu. Seeing that she was a young and inexperienced girl, she was first taken aback, then looked at Song Yuli with disdain. In front of Song Yuli, she puffed out her proud chest and looked at Nangong Yu with a smile.

"Sir, is this your sister? She's so cute."

Nangong Yu: "..."

Song Yuli: "..."

My mother's sister, I'm her wife, wife!

Song Yuli couldn't help but glance at the sales assistant.

And what the hell are you sticking out for? Are you trying to compete with her in terms of breasts?

Thinking of this, Song Yuli was about to straighten his back when he suddenly looked down at himself and immediately gave up the idea of ​​competing with that woman.

Song Yuli pouted and tugged at Nangong Yu's sleeve: "Honey, I don't like it here. Let's go somewhere else."

Nangong Yu wrapped Song Yuli's small hand in his large hand, nodded, and gave the sales assistant a disapproving look.