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Wang Yue really couldn't walk, he sat on the rest chair next to him, looked at Murong who was still full of energy, and asked: "I said love, what is the matter with you pulling me out, if it is to buy clothes, I really can't walk." ”

"That's where it is." Murong dragged Wang Yue by the collar, directly dragged the latter up from the rest chair, pulled him away, and said, "There is still a place to visit." ”

Hearing that Murong was going to continue shopping, Wang Yue's little face was bitter at that time, but fortunately, there was already hope, and he was liberated after visiting the last place, but he didn't know that this was the beginning of the nightmare.

Murong took Wang Yue to the men's clothing area.

Murong took a black tuxedo and said to Wang Yue, "I'll take a look at you when you put on this dress." ”

Wang Yue looked at the strange shape of the tuxedo and shook his head repeatedly, and said, "Don't, this kind of dress is not suitable for me, I'll wear my copycat sportswear very well." ”

"Are you sure you don't wear it?"

"I'm sure I don't wear it!"

Wang Yue never had any requirements for dressing, if it was an ordinary style of clothes, he really had no love for this gorgeous dress in the eyes of the nobleman.

Murong narrowed his beautiful eyes, so charming that he was about to drip water, and smiled: "My dear, do you know what the consequences are that make me angry? ”

Wang Yue was defeated in Murong's affectionate eyes, and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll try, let's say it first, I will definitely not wear it out." ”

"You go to the fitting room and put it on." Murong affectionately handed the gorgeous tuxedo to Wang Yue, and then pushed Wang Yue to the fitting room.

After a while, the door of the test room opened, and Wang Yue, who was wearing a tuxedo, walked out, with a short front and a long back structure, a suit collar shape, and a swallowtail in the back to form two slits in the back, coupled with Wang Yue's handsome face that gave people a very comfortable face, with the cooperation of human clothes, the whole person was both spiritual and handsome.

Murong circled around Wang Yue twice, and finally said with great satisfaction: "Yes, sure enough, people rely on clothes, and they are handsome." ”

Wang Yue looked at himself in the fitting mirror, his appearance was still there, and the black tuxedo dress was also very good-looking, but he really couldn't get used to wearing this kind of clothes, so he pouted and said, "Can you take it off?" ”

"Yes."

Wang Yue was so relieved that he was about to go back to the fitting room to change out of the dress that made him very uncomfortable, but Murong chased after him, handed a new style of dress to Wang Yue, and said, "I'll take a look at you when you put on this Yingqiao dress again." ”

The corners of Wang Yue's mouth squeezed out a touch of helplessness, and said: "Love, these seem to be dresses worn at banquets or dances, I don't have a chance to wear them at all." ”

Murong said as a matter of course: "I just want to take you to the ball." ”

"What!?" Wang Yue was surprised.

"I said I'm going to take you to the prom." Murong repeated it affectionately.

"It's the kind on TV?"

"Pretty much, but it's a little higher."

Wang Yue hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't don't, your kind of upper-class dance party is really not suitable for me." ”

Murong said without giving in: "It's not the key if it's not suitable for you, the key is that you have to be my dance partner." ”

"I don't like the vibe, and I don't know how to dance."

"I'll teach you."

Wang Yue thought for a while and asked, "I have participated in the class reunion, and the people in the class reunion are very fond of showing off themselves, should there be such people at the dance?" ”

Murong poured out his feelings: "Yes, and they abound. ”

"That's it, it's not a shame for you when I ask for a poor boy with no money, so you better find someone else."

"You can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger!"

"Playing a pig and eating a tiger requires capital, well, the key is that I don't have capital." Wang Yue was extremely helpless and said: "I'm just a student, although I'm good at playing games, but I estimate that playing games is as good as playing games in the eyes of your upper class, just like children playing at home, so I'm still not bored with myself." ”

Murong pursed his delicate red lips and said with a smile: "I'm looking for another dance partner, aren't you jealous when others hug my waist?" ”

"Forehead ......"

Wang Yue really didn't know how to answer this question, saying that he and Murong were in love with that kind of relationship, but in fact, it was not that kind of relationship, it was said to be a good friend, but the subtle relationship between the two was obviously beyond the category of good friends.

Wang Yue lowered his eyes and glanced at Murong Qing's slender waist, if there were other men holding this waist, would he be uncomfortable?

Maybe it's the subtle relationship no matter how funny it is, or maybe it's the man's innate instinct to dominate beautiful women, a faint sense of discomfort surged into Wang Yue's eyes, although he was quickly pressed down by Wang Yue, but he was still captured by the extremely sharp-eyed Murong Confession, and suddenly he laughed constantly, and the willow waist also trembled, causing many passing men to stop and watch.

"Let's go get dressed."

Murong knew that Wang Yue, the big boy, was very thin-skinned in some places, so he didn't make fun of Wang Yue, anyway, she had already got the answer she wanted, and pushed Wang Yue into the fitting room.

"Try this Korean dress!"

"Try this suit!"

"Try this boxer dress!"

Murong affectionately handed all kinds of dresses to Wang Yue, and Wang Yue dared to swear that he had not tried on as many clothes as he had tried on in this hour in his life.

After choosing for a long time, Murong still felt that Wang Yue looked good in a tuxedo-style dress, and Murong spent more than half an hour selecting one for Wang Yue from a wide variety of tuxedo styles that she was most satisfied with and Wang Yue looked the best to wear, so she gave up.

Wearing this so-called aristocratic dress, Wang Yue's whole person was extremely restrained, like a rooted tree, standing there motionless.

Murong stepped forward affectionately, and two white and flawless plain hands tidied up for Wang Yue, at this moment, Murong poured affection not like the charming and enchanting goblin, but more like a wife who tidied up for her husband.

Wang Yue was silent for a while and said, "Can I ask how much this dress costs?" ”

Murong said calmly: "What's mine is yours, why bother with these meaningless questions." ”

Wang Yue didn't continue to say much, he was not the kind of pedantic person who was machismo and refused to accept other people's gifts, but at this moment, he once again realized the importance of money, there are many people in the world who don't care about money, but there are almost no people who don't use money.

After finishing the micro-tidying, Murong said with satisfaction: "Perfect! ”

When Wang Yue was thinking about where to be perfect and was obviously very restrained, Murong didn't know where to get a selfie stick, and said to Wang Yue: "Come here, take a double selfie!" ”

"Oh!"

"Pout!"

"Why?"

"It's cute to look for photos like this!"

Wang Yue and Murong put their faces together, the man is handsome and handsome, and the woman is fashionable and charming.

"Click", took a selfie, Murong who was a little selfie controlled was obviously not satisfied with a selfie, just wanted to continue shooting, but when he looked up inadvertently, he suddenly found something, and then poked Wang Yue with his finger who had not yet been discovered, and let Wang Yue look in the direction of her.