Chapter 502： This man seems to be attached to holding hands.

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Chi Huan originally took his arm to walk, but the menswear area was on the third floor, and they took the elevator to get in. When the two came out of the elevator, she suddenly found out ...

When did it become that he was holding her hand?

He was really obsessed with holding her hands.

She glanced down at her hand in his palm and said nothing.

Both brought their own eye-catching gas fields, and a shopping guide greeted them as soon as they appeared.

Mo Shiqian's clothes are all customized. Chi Huan has rarely visited the men's clothing area without her boyfriend these years. I have seen it with you at most, but Tang Yueze's clothes are basically not bought from the mall ...

She looked up at him, "You see which one you like is more pleasing to the eye and just be casual."

The man bowed his head. "I haven't picked clothes for a few years. A person in charge has changed my cloakroom seasonally."

Chi Huan touched her hair, glanced at it difficultly, "then choose a suit, anyway, you are a hanger, it will not be ugly to wear anything."

For her compliments, Mo Shiqian was still quite useful. Her dull complexion improved a little, took her in and went around, and picked a shirt ...

Mo Shiqian saw her inexplicable expression and asked with a low voice, "Do you feel bad?"

She raised her face and pondered, "Do you think this one is very different from this one on you?"

Not all shirts, but the colors are different. Although the styles are different, there is not much difference at first glance, okay?

Mo Shiqian, "..."

He faintly said, "This is to be casual, not so formal."

Have it?

"Well ... then you can change it, let me see."

Mo Shiqian glanced at her, and went into the fitting room.

Chi Huan sat on the sofa and waited boringly ... eh, it was the first time I was watching clothes with a man.

It feels a little strange.

If ... he's not wearing a shirt that doesn't see much difference every day except the color changes.

The man came out within a few minutes.

Chi Huan's elbow rested on the arm of the sofa, his head crooked and watched his slender figure walk to a meter in front of her.

Because it's dark blue ... more formal than before.

She raised her brows with her fingers.

"dislike?"

"very perfect."

The man raised an eyebrow. "You don't feel that perfect expression."

"You can't ... uh ... wear the one that Mo Shichen wore today?"

Mo Shiqian recalled a little, then frowned, and spit out the two words clearly, "No."

"Why, rest assured, your face cannot be covered."

He said lightly, "Poor."

"No, no matter how poor he wears, he also looks like a nobleman."

The man didn't say anything else, the skin looks pretty good.

"That was only half a year after he woke up, and he didn't have enough time."

Chi Huan, "..."

"Then you might as well wear the original one, the color is lighter, and it looks more casual."

Mo Shiqian took a look at her, took out the bank card from the wallet and handed it to the shopping guide, and said lightly, "Just this one."

Chi Huan, "..."

So what's the point of bringing him clothes?

However, it was similar to a new one. The original one may be more upscale.

Chi looked at him as he stretched out his hand towards her after checking out the card, or raised his hand to get up from the sofa and muttered, "It's better to go for coffee."

No wonder men usually don't like shopping, and she doesn't find it interesting to look at it, especially this kind of rich and enemies.

Mo Shiqian led her out, "Don't you say it's perfect, don't you like it?"

"No," she poked her mouth and prolonged her voice lazily. "I just think you'll change it or a shirt ... you change it to wear a different color?"

The man said, "Isn't this color better with yours?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She tilted her head to look at the dark blue shirt on her, and then glanced down at herself ... a light blue denim shirt.

It's all true, blue, shirt ...

But even so, the style of painting is still very different ... okay.

Forget it, Chi Huan quickly gave up trying to change him in this matter ... Mo Shiqian who can be easily changed is not Mo Shiqian.

She glanced at his black trousers. "Then your pants are also black, don't you need to change them?"

"Well, that won't change."

"..."

"Then go for coffee, you can have lunch after drinking."

"it is good."

The cafe was on the top floor, and the two were preparing to take the elevator. While waiting outside, the man's cell phone rang.

He answered the phone. "What's up?"

Chi Huan felt that only when she listened to his indifferent or even indifferent tone when he talked to other people, could she clearly feel that when he talked to her, it was indeed quite-very gentle.

When the man was talking on the phone, the elevator door opened. Chi Huan wanted to take his hand in, but he held him back, looked down, and gave her an eye gesture.

"I know."

"..."

"Ok."

Mo Shiqian hung up the phone and lowered her head and said to her, "It's still early. You might as well accompany me to order something. I will cook it for you at sea. There is a kitchen on the yacht."

"You ... make it for me?"

"You don't want to eat what I made or do you want to go out to sea?"

Chi Huan blinked, "No, go shopping."

Everyone else buys a private yacht for a party, a luxury and pleasure woman ... he can think of cooking her on the yacht and giving her this earthy thing ...

You have to buy your own vegetables.

It is really a clear stream among rich men.

When choosing the ingredients, Chi Huan felt that the man was showing a very weird energy.

Some things just need to be taken out and thrown into the shopping cart, and some ... such as potatoes and so on, you have to pick them. At this time, most people consciously or unconsciously let go of their hands and put their two hands together. I seem to have forgotten that I still have a hand to use.

One-handed activity like a one-armed hero.

"Mo Shiqian."

"Ok?"

"You pick seafood here. I used to buy some fruit in the fruit area."

He glanced down at her, then said in an unusual tone, "Okay, I'll accompany you after picking the crab."

it is good?

Doesn't she seem to say go together?

Chi Huan looked at the man who was dedicated to picking crabs and repeated again, "I mean ... you continue to watch seafood here, and I pick the fruit myself, this will save time ... well, you put my hand Just drive. "

She tried to pull her hand back several times, but every time he seemed to be unaware, but he kept clinging to not giving her a chance to pull it out.