The Baby is Charming, the President Circles the Love

269From your tone, it seems like you don’t want to see me? (Third update, 3,000 words)

Song Qianying kept retreating, but Huo Ziyue pressed forward step by step.

"Xiaoying, listen to your aunt and splurge while you are young and have capital. If your appearance and figure are no longer the same when you reach your aunt's age, you will regret it."

"Auntie, you are very young now."

In Song Qianying's view, Huo Ziyue, who is in her early 40s, is actually in her 30s. How can she be old?

"Haha, I have to admit my old age. Besides, no matter how good your figure is or how beautiful you are, what's the point if you can't find someone to admire you?"

Speaking of this, Huo Ziyue's beautiful eyes quietly flashed with sadness, as if recalling some unforgettable past event.

"Auntie, you will definitely find happiness!"

Song Qianying couldn't help but hold her hand and spoke to her in an extremely sincere tone.

Huo Ziyue also held her hand and smiled slightly: "Fool, fate is something that can only be met by chance. My aunt has already looked away."

After she finished speaking, she quickly remembered the business and changed the subject, "So, just keep these skirts."

"sky--"

Song Qianying suddenly felt messy in the wind.

In the end, under Huo Ziyue's coercion and inducement, Song Qianying had no choice but to "tearfully" take away the sexy underwear she gave her.

Of course, when leaving the store, Huo Ziyue, who always had a lot of creative ideas, secretly bought a few men's underwear when Song Qianying wasn't paying attention and stuffed them into the bag that the clerk was packing.

"Let's go, aunt!"

Song Qianying did not doubt that he was there, and urged Huo Ziyue to leave with the packed bag.

She had been lingering in the store for a long time, and she wanted to get Huo Junyao's gift ready before dinner.

"Okay, okay, let's go!"

Huo Ziyue, who played a prank, was in a very good mood, carrying her own Fendi bags and followed Song Qianying out.

After leaving the store, Song Qianying suggested going up to the men's clothing area on the seventh floor. Huo Ziyue originally wanted to follow her, but as soon as she got on the escalator, she received a call from her secretary, reporting to her that something was wrong at work.

"Okay, okay, I'm going back now!"

Emma, what a disappointment.

After Huo Ziyue put the phone down, she raised her eyes and looked at Song Qianying, "Sorry, Xiaoying, I have to leave right away because of something at the company. You continue shopping, and I'll find a chance for my aunt to treat you to dinner next time."

"Ok, no problem."

Song Qianying nodded, "Auntie, walk slowly!"

"OK, bye!"

When she said this, the escalator just reached the seventh floor, so Huo Ziyue hurriedly walked to another elevator and went downstairs again.

After watching her aunt leave, Song Qianying breathed a sigh of relief and planned to make a quick decision.

In a certain famous store, she picked out three ties of different styles for Huo Junyao, suitable for different occasions.

"Madam, you are really discerning. I believe your husband will like it very much."

The clerk praised it sincerely.

"Oh, thank you!"

Song Qianying smiled politely at her and said, "Wrap it up for me, please."

"Okay, wait a minute!"

The other party quickly started packing.

After paying the bill, Song Qianying remembered that she didn't know how to tie a tie at all, because men usually did it by themselves. From this point of view, she was really not a good wife.

Thinking of this, she humbly asked the clerk how to tie a tie.

The other party immediately demonstrated several methods to her and generously provided a mannequin for her to practice on.

Song Qianying has always had a strong learning ability and learned it in a short time.

After leaving this famous store with satisfaction, she couldn't help but hum a song.

"I like you. Your eyes are moving and your laughter is even more charming. I wish you could do it again and caress you..."

Just humming a song and walking towards the elevator. Unexpectedly, he bumped into someone at the corner.

The boutique bag containing men's ties instantly fell to the ground. Song Qianying hurriedly knelt down to pick it up, but the other party was one step faster than her and picked up the bag.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to."

His voice was full of apology, low and sweet but extremely familiar.

Song Qianying raised her head suddenly and met his deep black eyes.

"Little brother, how could it be you?"

"Haha, from your tone, it seems you don't want to see me?"

Jiang Muhan returned the bag to her with gentle eyes.

"How is that possible? It's just that you, a big star, appear here openly. Aren't you afraid that there will be problems?"

Song Qianying blinked her curled eyelashes lightly and asked her doubts.

"It's fine."

Jiang Muhan said with a smile.

However, when he saw the bag with the "No Blind Spot" logo in her other hand, a hint of darkness passed over her handsome face.

How could he not know what kind of store "Wu Dead Angle" is?

When he thought of her going so boldly to buy that kind of clothes for that man, Jiang Muhan couldn't help but feel overwhelming anger in his heart.

His fists subconsciously tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened again. At this moment, he was so jealous that he just wanted to tear her into pieces, but in the end he still held back.

Seeing the man's eyes resting on the bag with "no blind spots", Song Qianying's pretty face turned red quietly. She hoped her little brother didn't know what was inside, otherwise she would be so embarrassed.

Woohoo!

Song Qianying wailed in her heart and was about to say something to resolve this embarrassment when she heard Jiang Muhan say to herself, "It's almost dinner time now. I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to dinner?"

His attitude was very sincere, but it made Song Qianying a little embarrassed. After all, there was a big jealousy in her family, and Jiang Muhan's identity was special enough. If the scandal spread accidentally, Huo Junyao would have to beat her to death.

So, after pondering for a moment, she still refused.

"I'm sorry, little brother, I've already made an appointment with friends tonight. How about finding a chance next time and my husband and I treat you to dinner?"

There was an open relationship between her and her little brother, and she didn't want to lose this friendship, so the best way was of course to let Huo Junyao become friends with him.

This is what Song Qianying planned.

Seeing her refusal, Jiang Muhan acted like a gentleman and stopped forcing her. His thin lips showed a nice curve, "Okay, I'll wait for your call at any time."

After he finished speaking, he rubbed the top of her hair very affectionately, and the tenderness lingering in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows was too thick to disappear.

"OK, all right!"

Song Qianying took an uncomfortable step back, then said goodbye to him on the pretext of having a date with a friend.

From beginning to end, she didn't know that her interaction with Jiang Muhan had been filmed with a telephoto lens...

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As soon as the pink Porsche drove out of the underground parking lot of MK Department Store, Huo Junyao called.

"husband!"

She was in a good mood today, so even her voice was filled with a happy smile.

"Baby, did you win the lottery? Are you smiling so happily?"

Huo Junyao was sitting in the executive chair at this time and took time out of his busy schedule to call her.

"No way, I don't want to think that it's already past six o'clock and you're about to get off work, so I'm just happy. Haha——"

Song Qianying laughed while driving.

The silver bell-like laughter faintly reached Huo Junyao's ears through the radio waves, like beautiful music.

The man couldn't help but think about the song "Intimate Lover" she sang in the restaurant last night, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart.

He was lost in his own thoughts and forgot to speak for a while. It was not until Song Qianying called "Husband" again that he came back to his senses.

Then, he said something Song Qianying didn't really want to hear, "Sorry, I have to work overtime tonight. I'm afraid I won't be able to get home until midnight."

"Are you going to work overtime again?"

Song Qianying flattened her mouth, and the smile on her face was reduced.

Although I knew that working overtime was a necessity, I still felt a faint sense of disappointment in my heart.

"Well, you should eat more dinner and go to bed early at night. Don't wait for me!"

Huo Junyao cared and gave her instructions.

"Well, you should also take care of yourself."

"I will. I'm going to be busy and hang up the phone."

"good!"

"Baby, I seem to have forgotten to do one thing."

Before hanging up the phone, the man said again.

"What's up?"

Song Qianying was a little confused.