Chapter 53 Who says it’s inappropriate?
"Huo Min?!"
Mu Yuan didn't even have time to be shocked by his appearance.
My first reaction was to hurriedly take out a tissue to wipe him.
The pent-up anger in Huo Min's heart was dissipated bit by bit as he wiped it away from his chest in a disorderly and frantic manner.
He lowered his eyes, staring at the uneasiness on her fair face, and said calmly: "Okay, no need to wipe it off."
Mu Yuan then awkwardly withdrew her hand and looked at him apologetically: "I'm sorry, I really didn't notice you just now, but why are you here?"
Huo Min's dark eyes were gloomy: "Then why are you here?"
Mu Yuan's lips parted slightly, her eyes wandering. After a few seconds, she found an excuse: "I... came out to buy something."
"Really?" His tone was calm, and it was impossible to tell his mood.
"Yes... yes, but it's not an important item. I can buy it another day." Mu Yuan explained dryly.
I saw that the lower part of his tie was stained dark by orange juice.
Mu Yuan paused, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
It’s time to exchange gifts!
She raised her eyes quickly and said, "Do you have any clothes to change into in the car? Take this one off and I'll return it to you after I've dry-cleaned it."
"Not in the car."
"No..." Mu Yuan was in a dilemma. Should he just go home?
Huo Min said casually, "There are a lot of clothing stores here."
Mu Yuan was awakened and took the initiative: "Then go buy a new one now! I'll pay for it!"
Huo Min's eyes were dim: "Okay."
Men's high-end store.
The VIP closed reception room features exquisitely handcrafted expensive white stone carvings, a floor-to-ceiling carpet in light grey with irregular patterns in the style of vintage Greek clothing, two rows of shelves displaying high-end custom-made items, three spiral plates of premium desserts on crystal glass, a refreshing aroma, and a dedicated sales docking service, all of which highlight the VIP's sense of superiority.
Mu Yuan clenched her phone tightly. It was a high-end model, so it shouldn’t be cheap.
She glanced at Sale who was standing with his hands hanging down, quietly waiting to be served.
Mu Yuan was worried that Sale would ask her who she was, or give her a questioning look.
But unexpectedly, the other person was very polite and only asked, "Miss, would you like coffee or tea?"
She doesn't like coffee.
As for black tea... the flavored black tea I drank when I was with Don Nana was really unpalatable.
Her eyebrows unconsciously frowned and she opened her mouth to refuse.
Huo Min, who was standing in front of the shelf, fingering a row of high-end shirts, didn't even turn his head. He said calmly, "Give her boiled water."
Mu Yuan glanced at his tall back in surprise.
You're not picking out a shirt, but you're paying attention to this?
Mu Yuan took a sip of the water of suitable temperature that Sale handed to her, which soothed her dry throat from running here in a hurry and not having a sip of water yet.
She looked at him quietly.
The doubts in my mind about my 'new girlfriend' deepened.
What on earth is Huo Min thinking about?
She was distracted and didn't notice that Huo Min had glanced at her sideways.
Got caught peeking.
Mu Yuan subconsciously sat up nervously, trying to find something to say: "Have you chosen yet?"
Huo Min raised his wrist.
He picked out three shirts, all white, but with slightly different styles.
"Which one is better?"
Mu Yuan was stunned. She didn't expect him to ask for her opinion.
She concentrated on comparing and pointed to the one on the far left: "Personally, I think this button-down collar looks good."
Huo Min's eyes were as dark as ink, and his tone was deep: "You know a lot about men's shirt styles? You even know button-down collars?"
Mu Yuan blinked: "I did understand it."
A flash of hostility flashed across Huo Min's eyes.
The next second, his expression faded again because of her words: "When I compensated you for that shirt, I didn't know much about men's styles, so I looked up the styles online in advance."
Huo Min looked at him calmly: "Have you bought it for others?"
Mu Yuan shook her head: "No, I only picked out shirts for you."
Huo Min raised his eyebrows slightly, and as he turned to enter the fitting room, he glanced at Sale calmly: "I'll call you if I need you."
Generally, men and women who come to the closed reception room and want to be intimate, sale knows.
Very cooperative: "Okay, I'll be outside. If you have any questions, please call me anytime."
Then he went out on his own accord.
See the strangers leave.
Huo Mincai casually glanced at Mu Yuan who was sitting quietly on the sofa waiting, his eyes dark and deep.
Huo Min entered the fitting room.
Mu Yuan quickly stood up and moved the price tag hanging on the back of his shirt.
I was shocked when I saw it. This brand of shirt actually costs 80,000?!
Her card limit! The maximum daily limit is 30,000.
What about paying the bill later?!
Mu Yuan had difficulty breathing.
I heard the lock of the fitting room unlock.
Mu Yuan hurriedly retreated back to the sofa.
Huo Min changed into the button-down shirt, but it was too small.
The surging muscle lines on his shoulders and arms are vividly outlined, but coupled with his cold and emotionless face, the conflicting feelings of high desire and coldness are clashing to the strongest point, and the male hormones are surging in his face.
Especially, in a narrow, dimly lit confined space.
The warm water seemed to have been wasted, and her throat became even drier.
Mu Yuan couldn't believe it. How could someone wear a shirt so...sexy?
She swallowed hard, "You... this one is a little small. It's not your size, right?"
He said frankly: "Indeed not."
Mu Yuan was confused: "Then why are you still wearing it?"
After he settled in the range of the dim light, half of his face dimmed and his black pupils became darker and darker.
"Hard wear."
Mu Yuan choked, puzzled: "You should take it off and change into something else."
He took a step forward, his dark eyes revealed in the light, sharp and piercing, his voice cold: "Why do you want me to take it off?"
Mu Yuan was confused: "Because it's not suitable."
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, he stood up to retort: "Who said it's inappropriate?"
In the enclosed space, the aroma of the incense became stronger and stronger and began to be pungent.
Mu Yuan was surprised and didn't understand why he suddenly became so paranoid.
This shirt doesn't fit.
Did she say something wrong?
She looked at his expression and guessed, "I think the size is too small and you won't be comfortable wearing it. Of course, this one looks good on you."
I don't know which sentence pleased him.
Mu Yuan could feel the sharp aura around him weakening.
When her cold voice softened, it took on a touch of softness. If you listened carefully, you could hear a lot of coaxing: "I see there are many other styles here. Since you're here, why not try them all?"
She watched his reaction.
After waiting for a few seconds, he nodded and said, "Yeah."
Mu Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked at Huo Min with a complicated look.
Why didn’t I realize before that he had this moody side?
It was like she accidentally opened a blind box, which aroused her curiosity about what was in the next blind box.
But soon, she no longer wanted to be curious.
Huo Min, who had just stepped into the fitting room, turned back and raised his hands, his dark eyes dim: "Help me unbutton."
Mu Yuan: “?” She didn’t move.
Huo Min raised an eyebrow and explained, "My hands are sticky. I think they got juice on them and it'll stain my shirt. Can you help me?"
"Then how did you put it on just now?"
His expression was calm: "I didn't get it stained just now. I picked up my wet shirt after entering and my hands got sticky."
80,000 per piece.
Mu Yuan compromised.
However, just as she left, Huo Min turned around and walked into the narrow fitting room.
Mu Yuan was puzzled: "Don't you want me to help you unbutton your clothes?"
Huo Min was nonchalant and reminded calmly, "There are cameras outside, but not in the fitting room."
So, she had to go into the fitting room and help him unbutton his clothes?
When I think of that picture.
Mu Yuan's whole body was stiff and his heels felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
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