Zhao Cheng didn't wait for Song Qing to finish explaining, and then he spoke in a deep voice, instantly interrupting what Song Qing wanted to explain.

"We bought this outfit."

"Okay, this gentleman, I don't know what else you want to buy, today you will spend more than 2,000 yuan in our store and give a free belt worth more than 200 yuan."

"......" Song Qing's gaze fell on Zhao Cheng's cold face, and she had a feeling that this man was doing it on purpose.

He deliberately interrupted her.

That's right, Zhao Cheng naturally did it on purpose, he didn't like her, and she had nothing to do with her.

When the children are born, they come to him and tell him that it's okay, is it possible?

If it weren't for the fact that they didn't dare to do a paternity test now because of their special status, Zhao Cheng would want to do a paternity test and tell Song Qing whether he had anything to do with her.

However, he and Zhao Yu are not from this world, who knows if their bodies are different from those in this world.

If his identity is accidentally revealed, then his son will not be in danger.

This possibility is not impossible, after all, except for the unknown, now in his son's blood alone, it is a treasure that everyone dreams of.

Therefore, these considerations alone are not within the scope of his consideration.

At least for now.

Anyway, the prime minister spends his own money to buy clothes.

Therefore, after Song Qing's eyes fell on the clothes worn by Zhao Cheng, he was about to pick out two suitable clothes for him.

Sure enough, wearing a stall is not suitable for his extravagance.

Song Qing looked around the clothing store one by one and picked out a zipper jacket, followed by two shirts, blue plaid and black, and then two more pants.

During the whole process, Zhao Cheng looked at the woman who was seriously picking out clothes for him, and the uncontrollable emotions in his heart were surging in his heart.

After Song lightly picked out the clothes, he directly picked up the clothes and pushed Zhao Cheng into the fitting room.

"Come on, these are ...... one by one"

Before Song Qing's words were finished, she found that her waist was buckled, and before she could react, someone had already been pulled into the fitting room.

Click......

The fitting room door clicked shut.

In the fitting room, Zhao Cheng hugged Song Qing in his arms with one hand from behind her, and propped up the door of the fitting room with the other hand.

"Madame......" He bent over and pressed his face against Song Qing's face, his low voice was a little hoarse but extremely gentle, just like a wolf, when facing his partner, he put away his anger and fierceness, and became docile and gentle.

Song Qingxin seemed to be shocked, and the clothes he was holding in his hand unconsciously slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Knock Knock –

Song Qing heard her own rapid heartbeat, and she heard his, and his breath was on her cheek.

She was in his arms at this time, and the two were very close to each other, and Song Qing could obviously feel that his body was very hot.

Song Qing was a little uncomfortable being held, and couldn't help but twist his waist and want to leave his arms.

But after just moving, Song Qing stiffened and didn't dare to move.

"You ......" Song tilted his head to look at him, "You...... How can you? ”

Song's tone was a little knotted, and as a romance cartoonist, she certainly knew what she felt.

This bastard man, he, he actually.

Zhao Cheng's hand around her waist slowly let go, he raised his hand to caress her cheek, met her gaze, Zhao Cheng lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips tentatively.

Very gentle.

At this time, Song Qing couldn't think about anything, and only had these few words in his mind.

She didn't understand why she didn't hate this man, but after getting along, she became more and more accustomed to him, as if everything was so natural.

After not seeing any disgust in her eyes, Zhao Cheng directly bent down and picked her up.

"Zhao, Zhao Cheng.".

Suddenly, Song Qing subconsciously exclaimed, and the hands that had nowhere to put them unconsciously rested on his shoulders.