Walmart supermarket.
Women's products section.
Su Luo stood in front of the counter, gazing at the colorful and multifunctional large bandages.
My face is getting hotter and hotter.
His mind was buzzing. Was he the one who had just realized that there were so many categories for this thing?
Day use, night use, mesh surface, cotton surface, panty liner, with wings, without wings.
And there are so many brands, all kinds of them.
He only knew one Sophie, whom he met by chance on TV.
Which one is better?
When he was with Song Lingshan before, he had never bought anything for her. She always prepared her own clothes, and he never paid attention to what brands she used.
Most of the customers passing by were women, and some were picking out things. They all assumed Su Luo was a girl and didn't look at him strangely.
But Su Luo still felt uncomfortable all over, so she decided to go online and look it up.
Hesitantly, I took out my phone.
A pleasant voice suddenly came from behind.
"Lolo?"
Su Luo turned around blankly, her heart skipping a beat.
The woman wore a faint smile, a beige fitted sweater, and washed denim jeans. Her figure remained alluring, and her hair was loosely draped over her shoulders.
It's a very ordinary and simple outfit that would make a normal girl look innocent, but when worn by a woman, it still exudes undeniable sexiness.
"Nai, Nami-nee, what are you doing here?"
Damn it, how could I run into him here? He was helping his daughter pick out a large Band-Aid.
How embarrassing, so embarrassing, a grown man helping his daughter pick out this thing.
But he really had no choice; he didn't have a wife.
Ozawa Nami noticed his embarrassment but didn't mock him at all. Instead, she spoke gently.
"I'm just strolling around with my best friend, do you need any help?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the large Band-Aids on the shelf behind Su Luo.
Su Luo nodded, touched.
As I said before, Nami is truly an angel on earth, always so understanding, gentle, and considerate.
"I suggest taking some for both day and night use, and the cotton ones are more comfortable than the mesh ones."
Nami Ozawa picked out four packs and put them into Su Luo's shopping cart.
Su Luo secretly memorized her instructions.
She said gratefully, "Thank you..."
Ozawa Nami looked at Su Luo and tentatively asked.
"Um, I have a question. You don't have to answer it if you feel it's presumptuous."
"Okay, go ahead and ask."
It seems there's nothing I can't tell Nami-nee. Often, it's not so easy to talk about certain things with close friends, but rather to open up to people I'm not so familiar with.
"Who did you buy this for?"
Nami Ozawa actually wanted to ask that question earlier, but she held back.
If Su Luo has a girlfriend, she should change her strategy.
Su Luo smiled, thinking it was something important, but it turned out to be this.
He frankly stated, "My daughter."
Nami Ozawa asked in surprise, "You're married?"
She had asked Su Luo before, "Didn't he say he didn't have a girlfriend?" So, it turns out he doesn't have a girlfriend, but he does have a wife!
Wait a minute, something's not right.
If you buy a large Band-Aid for your daughter, then she must be at least twelve years old. Isn't Su Luo only twenty-six?
At fourteen years old...
Su Luo shook his head: "I'm not married, my daughter is my brother's."
Nami Ozawa smiled knowingly: "I see."
"Um, Nami-nee, when would you like to film next?"
Since Su Luo took over the short drama filming, he sometimes has to work overtime on weekends. It's best to make an appointment with Ozawa Nami in advance to avoid having to ask for leave and have his salary deducted.
"I'm not filming anymore. Can you come with me to a wine tasting this weekend?"
She thought that doing the same thing once was enough, and wanted to take Su Luo to a more interesting place. She wondered what Su Luo would be like when she was drunk.
Su Luo hesitated for a moment, thinking that he had a very low alcohol tolerance, but after all, Ozawa Nami had already transferred 100,000 to him. Last time, he ran away halfway through the photo shoot, and he really felt bad for her. It would be really bad to refuse again this time.
He readily replied, "No, no problem."
After chatting for a few more minutes, Su Luo pushed her shopping cart to the cashier to pay.
Ozawa Nami stood there, gazing at Su Luo's slender figure, her peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed.
"Nami, what were you two talking about just now? You seemed so happy."
Zhang Meng pushed the shopping cart over. She hadn't come over to greet Ozawa Nami and Su Luo since she had just seen them talking, afraid of disturbing their time alone.
Nami Ozawa turned around and said with a smile, "It's nothing."
Zhang Meng stroked her chin and asked curiously, "I saw he bought a large Band-Aid, does he have a girlfriend?"
"She's not my girlfriend, she's my adopted daughter."
"What? That's too much trouble. Kids these days are so noisy and clingy. Maybe you should just give up."
Nami Ozawa retorted:
"It's okay, I really like kids."
Although Su Luo has a child, she also has a husband. Even if he and Su Luo develop a closer relationship, it is destined to be something that cannot be seen in the light of day.
"Really? You like children? I thought you hated kids, which is why you haven't had one after so many years of marriage. Why don't you have one yourself?"
"Your husband has a bad temper; perhaps having a child will make him treat you better."
Zhang Meng always felt that the reason why Ozawa Nami and Song Ruhai didn't divorce was because they coveted his fame, status, and comfortable material life.
Since you don't want a divorce, use a child to solidify your position.
It just so happens that the Song family doesn't have any boys. If Ozawa Nami gave birth to a boy, wouldn't he be able to do whatever he wants in the Song family from then on?
Nami Ozawa's expression darkened slightly as she spoke softly.
"Mengmeng, you need to know that human nature will not change."
Song Ruhai has a bad temper and hits people at the drop of a hat; it's been going on for a long time.
After she married him, while cleaning, she found a diary under Song Ruhai's ex-wife's bed. The diary revealed that the ex-wife had committed suicide because she couldn't bear his domestic violence.
Fortunately, when she married Song Ruhai, Song Ruhai was already impotent.
Having children would only cause her more pain.
"All right."
Seeing that Ozawa Nami's expression was not good, Zhang Meng did not say anything more.
...
early morning.
Su Luo stood in front of the sink, looking at herself in the mirror.
The red marks on my face seem to have faded a bit, that's good.
Simple and easy, she and her daughter ate breakfast.
Su Luo then rode his electric scooter straight to the company.
Once at the company, I started filming short dramas again, carrying my camera.
Song Ruan was in a very bad state today, kept making mistakes, and was scolded severely by the director.
Seeing that she was being scolded, Su Luo did not gloat. She just wanted her to get back into the swing of things quickly and finish work as soon as possible.
With the end of the workday fast approaching, a group of people were suffering terribly from being stuck here.
Song Ruan, however, glared at Su Luo with hostility, her eyes red.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Su Luo finally couldn't hold back anymore.
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