"I can't change my backless anyway."

"…." Gripping teeth.

Her perfect snow back is just to show it to others.

If she doesn't show off, she will go crazy.

...

After Lin Qianqian lived, Yan Mubei asked his secretary Su Ru to buy a large number of home clothes, mainly skirts.

It is not to see her beautiful long legs, but to occupy her faster and more appropriately when she knocks her down.

Tonight is her birthday. These pure little skirts in the form of home are really hard to compete with the grand and luxurious red skirts on her.

Master Yan is not an unreasonable person, he sees himself this way.

I turned the cabinet with her and his clothes upside down, but I couldn't find a evening dress that could be used as a big scene.

Time is so tight again, so it is probably too late to buy another one.

After thinking about it, he quickly thought of a compromise solution.

"Put this on."

The man found a veil shawl from the cabinet and kneaded it into a ball and threw it on the woman lying on the bed/suspended.

It was a printed shawl, opaque and the style was not very young and eye-catching.

Usually at night, she rubs out on the terrace to watch the stars and puts it on her shoulders wearing a hanging shoulder to prevent night dew from invading her body.

To be honest, putting such a shawl on your body really makes you feel like you are dressed in gorgeous clothes but sitting in a barbecue for eating.

Too bad for her beauty.

She stood up and threw the shawl hard to the ground with the most contemptuous eyes and attitude: "No."

Yan Mubei narrowed his dangerous eyes and pointed at the shawl and ordered: "Put it on."

Lin Qianqian gritted her teeth and stared at him, thinking that you could even think of such an incompatible thing, and you would be worthy of being able to come out and be able to make a living.

She reached out and pushed him away, standing in front of the mirror to sort out her evening dress and hairstyle.

Tonight she made a retro bun, which was elegant and graceful, and she deliberately dyed her red hair golden, highlighting her snow-white skin.

After getting the clothes done, she slowly walked towards the wardrobe, rummaging through the boxes and plucking the clothes inside.

At the same time, he mocked: "Don't ask your woman to buy clothes for me in the future. I don't like it. Only old women will buy this kind of old shawl."

Yan Mubei frowned: "Su Ru is my secretary, not a woman."

The woman who was hunching her pretty butt and burying her whole body into the closet said, "Hmph, what's the one who is following you? Who hasn't been to your bed?"

A dead woman, it turns out that in his eyes, he is a big breed pig. Will he get on as long as he is a woman?

He stared at her butt, his eyes became darker and darker, and a dark tide surged inside.

Yan Mubei had no chance of an attack because Lin Qianqian stepped out in time and stood up straight.

His eyes changed from her butt to the shawl in her hand, which was a red red silk shawl.

Very thin, light and very...transparent.

She twisted her butt and walked towards the mirror, with her back to him, and proudly draped the shawl on her hand over her shoulders.

The completely exposed snow back exuded a hazy and mysterious atmosphere under the cover of red silk.

Although it was not completely covered up, it was much better than before.

Yan Mubei still frowned, but the dissatisfaction on his face disappeared a lot, and nodded with tolerance.

Lin Qianqian saw the man's expression and movements in the mirror, and couldn't help but chuckled her lips.

Although Yan Mubei likes evil people and has a bad temper, it is not impossible to deal with it.

As long as the right medicine is done.
Chapter completed!