After Lin Rongrong woke up, she found that Fang Zhihe was staring at her, and her face couldn't help but show a little alertness.

Seeing her nervous appearance, Fang Zhihe quickly withdrew his gaze, then reached out to adjust the seat back, then twisted the car key and started the car.

Lin Rongrong saw that Fang Zhihe no longer looked at her, and slowly lowered her vigilance, after a while, she gently turned her head to look at Fang Zhihe, Fang Zhihe's face did not have any expression as usual, and those deep black eyes still revealed a little melancholy, in fact, this melancholy has always existed, at least since he appeared until now, it has always existed, it follows him like a shadow, whether he is talking, angry, driving, or eating......

"Have you seen enough?" Fang Zhihe felt Lin Rong's gaze and asked lightly.

Lin Rongfu bit his lip and lowered his head again.

"Just watch it if you want to!" Fang Zhihe couldn't see Lin Rongfu like this, as soon as she was like this, he would feel that he was a wicked person, he didn't want to be a wicked person, at least not in front of her.

Lin Rongrong glanced up at Fang Zhihe, and after making sure that he was not angry, he lowered his head again.

In fact, Fang Zhihe understood Lin Rongrong's intention to see him, smiled bitterly secretly, and continued to drive.

About 20 minutes later, the car was parked in the underground parking lot of Yuecheng Shopping Plaza.

Yuecheng is the largest shopping plaza in Linjiang City, the whole shopping mall is based on champagne and light beige, the design is very fashionable and atmospheric, most of its brands are international high-end brands, it can be said that it is a place where luxury goods gather, Fang Zhihe parked the car, and walked down.

Lin Rongrong looked at the figure outside the car window, pushed open the door knowingly, got out of the car, and then followed Fang Zhihe to the fourth floor of Yuecheng.

After coming to the fourth floor, Fang Zhihe walked into a women's clothing store, hesitated slightly, and then shouted to a woman who was sorting out the goods inside: "Find her a few sets of clothes!"

The woman put the hanger in her hand casually, glanced back, and then turned to look at the woman beside Fang Zhihe, with a slightly surprised face: "I said, why are you so free today?"

"Not much time!" Fang Zhihe said lightly.

The woman smiled charmingly, then stretched out her right hand and gently pulled her long hair back, and the fragrance suddenly wafted up.

"This is the ......" The woman's gaze glanced at Lin Rongrong again, this person has been standing there like a wooden man since he entered the door, wearing a black hoodie and jeans, and the person who can still wear long sleeves in this weather is either recovering from a serious illness or has mental problems.

Fang Zhihe didn't speak, just sat on the sofa in the corner, picked up a magazine and flipped it up.

The woman smiled knowingly, turned her head to Lin Rongrong and asked, "What size of clothes do you usually wear?"

"I don't know, let's measure it!" a voice came from the corner.

"Well, okay!" the woman replied, taking out the soft ruler and circling it around Lin Rong's waist, then lifting the soft ruler upwards and circling her chest again, and finally putting the soft ruler back in place.

Fang Zhihe in the corner was still roughly flipping through the magazine in his hand, and suddenly his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and then he unfolded it again.

The woman put down the ruler and turned around to glance into the corner, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked, revealing an imperceptible smile.