It was actually my husband...?
The person in charge secretly glanced at the aloof and dignified man, then looked at the beautiful woman clinging to his arm and acting coquettishly, and secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.
Such a beautiful and delicate woman—at first glance, she thought she was a kept woman, a pet of a powerful figure, but little did she know…
Since Shen Yu had followed, it meant he had agreed. However, his silly wife clearly hadn't thought of that. But looking at her soft and coquettish manner, he was indeed quite pleased.
When the little girl's face turned red and she seemed about to get angry, he finally nodded reservedly.
Upon seeing that the male lead agreed, Jing Weiyang nodded to the person in charge: "It's fine."
"Then please go into the changing room to change your clothes. Our clothes are dry-cleaned after each use to ensure they are clean."
The person in charge finished speaking with a smile, and the next moment he saw the beautiful woman in front of him freeze in shock.
It's all over, she felt like all her efforts had been in vain.
She was so busy being cute and getting the male lead to take pictures that she forgot the most important thing—how could the male lead possibly wear someone else's clothes!
Jing Weiyang looked up with a long face and said, "How about we just let it go this time?"
As she spoke, her watery eyes shone with a beautiful yet pitiful light.
Unexpectedly, Shen Yu didn't leave with her. Instead, he took her hand and stopped her from leaving. Then, he raised his wrist, glanced at it, and said something that left everyone puzzled:
"Just wait a little longer."
Jing Weiyang asked blankly, "What are we waiting for?"
Shen Yu lowered his head and smiled slightly at her, his beauty captivating: "Wait for what you want."
The photographer on the side could no longer contain his inner rage and started snapping away with his camera:
Damn, these two standing together look so good, I'm not a photographer if I don't take a picture!
Noticing the photographer's movements, Shen Yu's eyes turned cold, and he was about to speak when the studio door suddenly opened:
"Boss, the clothes are here."
Hearing the sound, Jing Weiyang peeked out from the man's arms and saw Shen Yu's assistant rushing over with several pieces of clothing wrapped in dust bags.
Behind the assistant, several bodyguards walked over carrying boxes that looked like shoes.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked up at Shen Yushi, whose dimples seemed to hold stars:
Did you prepare this?
What do you think?
Shen Yu looked down at her, and seeing her delicate little face, he finally couldn't resist leaning down and stealing a kiss from the corner of her mouth.
Seeing the girl's dazed expression, a smile flickered deep in his eyes.
Well, consider it interest.
With President Shen's "assistance," clothing was not a problem at all.
Only after the two of them went into the fitting room to change did the photographer quietly say, "Those clothes look really good quality, they must be expensive, right?"
The person in charge nodded, then shook her head; she didn't know either.
The assistant standing nearby, however, silently replied to himself:
Of course it's not cheap. Those are clothes made entirely by hand by the master craftsman Fang Yulin. Each piece could be called a national treasure! His hands were shaking when he brought them over, afraid of accidentally damaging them.
The photographer wanted to say something more, but suddenly froze.
The fitting room door opened.
A tall, handsome man stepped out, his military boots gleaming, his uniform impeccably tailored, a gleaming black Beretta 92F holstered at his waist. He exuded an aura of restrained sophistication and aloofness. Like a magnificent, peerless sword, his striking good looks made one almost want to kneel at his feet.
As he strode over, the women present involuntarily held their breath: So handsome, I want to sleep with him!
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