Author: Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION
Han Beicheng stared at the words on her clothes and then looked at Qiao Hanye. He subconsciously read out, âb * Tch, b * Tch. â
Nan Feng scratched his head. He suddenly realized that the Aunty pants an Nuan gave him were more realistic.
âYoung Master, why do you want to be a b * Tch? â Nan Feng was a little puzzled. It didnât matter if he was a b * Tch, why did he print it on his clothes and let everyone know?
â...âHe lanjin listened and turned to look at him.
She saw Qiao Hanyeâs handsome face sink slightly. He looked at Nan Feng coldly and said in a low voice, ânonsense. â
âNo nonsense. Youâve already printed it on it. Could it be that this is our work uniform? â Nan Feng said as he took out the aunty pants from his bag.
He shook off the aunty pants and handed them over for comparison.
âIf young master wore this work uniform with these pants, it would actually be more suitable to go deep into the enemyâs situation, â Nan Feng said.
Wearing this kind of clothing was very low-key. Others would definitely not have guessed that they were dressed so uncouth.
âcough cough. â Han Beicheng could not take it anymore and hurriedly coughed twice.
He lanjin felt as if someone had slapped her little face a few times. She felt a faint pain.
âI bought these clothes. Itâs a coupleâs outfit, â He Lanjin said.
She was suddenly shocked and stared at the âcheap manâ on his clothes. She hadnât noticed it before. She only thought that this style was pretty and not expensive.
Seeing his âcheap man, â she immediately lowered her head to look at her own.
âCHEAP WOMAN? â He lanjin couldnât stay calm anymore. She quickly reached out to block the two words on Qiao Hanyeâs clothes and said, âI bought these clothes at the last minute. â
âIt has nothing to do with your work clothes. Itâs just that, Nan Feng... where did you get these pants? â He lanjin was puzzled.
Nan Feng shook the pants and said, âsomeone paid for them. â
He tore a pair of pants worth more than a million yuan and gave him an 80 yuan pair. He even bargained for it.
âWho paid for the Aunty Pants? â He lanjin asked.
Han Beicheng glanced at them and echoed, âitâs not just aunties. Itâs for women who look pregnant. â
âYouâre the one who talks too much. â Nan Feng listened and immediately rushed forward. He dragged Han Beicheng to a corner and beat him up. Han Beicheng was shocked and was covered by the aunty pants.
He was instantly stunned, and his vision went black.
âLetâs go back first, â Qiao Hanye said. He was deeply afraid that she would be frozen outside, so he pulled her into the house.
The house was warm. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at the clothes on her body. She sighed and said, âI bought the clothes. I didnât notice the words on the clothes. â
âIâm sorry. It seems that I canât wear these clothes in the future, â he lanjin said.
It was one thing for others to say about her, but she didnât allow others to tease Qiao Hanye. He was a very serious man, and she was deeply afraid that it would bring him bad influence.
âI think it looks pretty good, â Qiao Hanye said, deeply afraid that she would be sad.
She went forward to help him take off his sweater and said, âhang it up, and wear it secretly at home in the future. â
âokay, â Qiao Hanye replied, watching her hang the clothes to the side.
At this time, Han Beicheng pushed the door open and walked in. His walking posture was not quite right, and his buttocks had been kicked by Nan Feng a few times. It was still faintly painful, but he could not understand why Nan Feng covered his head with his pants.
Because of this, he thought that Nan Feng was going to slap his face, so he hurriedly protected him.
Who knew that Nan Feng would raise his foot and kick his buttocks.
It was said that Nan Feng did not play by the rules, but now he believed it Covering oneâs face did not hit oneâs face, but choosing a place that was visible to hit. It was really.. Too Excessive.
âHave you found it? â Qiao Hanye asked.
Han Beicheng stepped forward and handed over the information that he had found.