Chapter 81

"Really don't rest at home for a day?" When Fu Xiaoqian came down from upstairs with her bag, Liao Zhenbo was still a little worried, "you just had a fever, and you didn't fully recover physically. And the wound on the leg... "

"Long winded." A woman interrupts fiercely. She can't help but complain in her heart. If this man is old, he will be read to death just like the Tang monk. However, her heart is as sweet as honeycomb bread in the morning.

Old? Will her idea be too long-term. Maybe a week, maybe a month, two people will no longer have any relations, think of these, the left side of the chest position has compassion.

His strange do not want to let Liao Zhenbo found, Fu Xiaoqian swing legs first to the door.

The black Maybach didn't stop at the door as usual, and the sun was releasing the poisonous light. She guessed that maybe leson was afraid to wait too long. The car was exposed to the sun, and the temperature in the compartment was too high, so she asked the driver to wait in the garage. The first time to update

Fu Xiaoqian didn't want to wait, so she went directly to the parking garage next door.

This is the first time that Fu Xiaoqian has officially entered the parking garage of Liao's house. There are many cars here, including black, white, sedan and cross-country cars. It's almost possible to hold a small auto show. All of these cars are dark and dark. They really match someone's temperament.

Turning eyes, a bright red in the garage catches Fu Xiaoqian's eyes, and her steps are in the air.

How long did not think of it, it seems never existed in my mind.

Thinking about it, he unconsciously walked towards the red. He took two steps and was restricted by a pair of strong arms. It's the first time to update

when she looks back, her face, which was clear and elegant just now, seems to be covered with December's frost, which can instantly freeze people in a gloomy and cold way.

"Wrong." Without giving her too much time to react, she directly dragged her hand to the black car. During the long walk, the scale of being considerate in the morning was completely lost. Fu Xiaoqian had to trot to avoid falling to the ground.

Fortunately, the car was parked not far from the garage door. If it took longer, Fu Xiaoqian was afraid that her slender arm would break into pieces under his big palm.

This man will not come to the big aunt like a woman, or the expression on his face will change. He has no psychological preparation to give a notice.

Bang

with the sound of closing the door, the room temperature in the car drops suddenly. The cold air came from the man next to Fu Xiaoqian. He was black, and the strong muscles between his legs stretched his suit pants tightly. His hands crossed in front of his chest, his fingers clean, his bones clearly curled, and his deep and three-dimensional facial features were more sharp because of his tight lip line.

The amber like eyes seem to have been enchanted, looking straight ahead.

It can be seen that he is very angry, but Fu Xiaoqian is a little confused. He doesn't know what his constipated face is angry about.

Fu Xiaoqian shook her head and looked out of the window.

"Turn left ahead and stop." As soon as I got on the bus, a man in depression finally spoke.

With the car slowly sliding to a stop, Fu Xiaoqian spread the curling eyelashes on her eyes, and her star eyes gently lifted. What kind of trouble does this person want to make? If he doesn't rush to work so late, why do he come to the clothing store.

"Get out of the car." At the moment when Fu Xiaoqian couldn't figure it out, the door on her side was opened, and the man's deep cast eyebrows and eyes were locked, like a pair of "two five eight five".

It's just, it's just, people can forgive me for coming to my aunt. Fu Xiaoqian chuckles and follows Liao Zhenbo into the clothing store.

The P & D brand is no stranger to Fu Xiaoqian, because what she is wearing now is the same as what Liao Zhenbo is wearing.

This shop is located in the most prosperous area of the business district, so it has such capital. It is generally for the successful people in the market, which shows the degree of luxury. All the clothes here are made by hand, and all the fabrics are from France.

"Hello, Mr. Liao." Everyone stood on both sides of the gate and bowed.

Seeing that Fu Xiaoqian followed in, everyone was stunned, and then quickly made a response. He also called respectfully, "Hello, Mrs. Liao."

Fu Xiaoqian is not surprised that they can quickly call out their identity. After all, she is also "lucky" to be in the spotlight of Liao Zhenbo and make headlines several times. It must be that few people in G city do not know that she is Mrs. Liao.

Just let her not adapt is, to a luxury brand clothing store, can get such treatment, this is her first experience.

Fu Xiaoqian, who has never had any idea of money, can't help sighing about the benefits of money.

In the past, she went to the clothing store to buy clothes. She was a shopping guide serving a group of customers. Now they are served by a group of shopping guides.

They were invited to the VIP room inside. How to describe it? Fu Xiaoqian felt that her vocabulary was lacking, and her eyes were full of luxury. There are only a few sample clothes hanging outside, but inside there are all kinds of fabric samples and different design manuals. I feel like I can open a small clothing Museum.After a group of shopping guides were busy and nervous, they put all kinds of snacks on the coffee table in front of their sofa.

The two shopping guides presented two cups of coffee with curling smoke respectively. The store manager's hands were in front of him. "President, madam, this is the coffee we just airlifted from Jamaica this morning. It's ground now. You can try it." Then he looked at them with a very careful and expectant look.

"Well, yes." Liao Zhenbo, with a clear breath, folded his slender legs leisurely, gracefully lifted the coffee base, approached his thin lips, took a sip and nodded slightly.

Fu Xiaoqian, who doesn't like coffee, had the only experience of drinking coffee when she was in University. Because of a fashion design competition, she had to rush all night to write. Her classmates in the same dormitory bought several bags of instant coffee and also made one for her. The first time to update that time, she took a sip, bitter with a very sweet and greasy feeling, she did not like the taste, also did not drink coffee.

Under the store manager's expectant eyes, Fu Xiaoqian was forced to take the coffee and smell it near his nose like Liao Zhenbo. As expected, the taste was different from before, with a strong fragrance and elegant taste. Then he put it close to his mouth and took a sip. An indescribable taste filled his mouth. First of all, it was a deep bitter taste, followed by a strong sour taste. The taste behind had not yet been tasted. Between Yingying's eyebrows, two thin eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together.

She didn't want to have another taste.

"Madame doesn't like it?" As expected, the store manager is different from ordinary people and has a subtle observation.

Fu Xiaoqian some embarrassment, coffee gently back to the original position, busy waving his hand way, "very good, very good." It's just that she has no idea of coffee and can't get used to the taste. In order to prove that he was telling the truth, he also nodded his head.

"Give her a glass of juice." Liao Zhenbo takes the coffee, and doesn't even lift his eyelids. His voice orders him lightly, with the dignity of the superior.

"No more." Fu Xiaoqian really doesn't want to trouble other people's shopping guides. She squints at Liao Zhenbo without any trace. She just wants to buy a dress. Why do so many things happen.

"Never mind, ma'am. Just a moment, please." The store manager didn't bother at all, so he readily agreed to come down, and then politely asked, "president, do you want to see the clothes now?"

"Well." Hum a word out of the nose. In Fu Xiaoqian's opinion, it is somewhat arrogant.

She looked up at the store manager with some embarrassment. I don't know if all the guests she met were like this. They didn't have any change of expression. She still had a modest smile on her face. Then she asked, "what kind of clothes do you want to see for today?"

What Fu Xiaoqian doesn't know is that Liao Zhenbo is a vvvip customer here, and his requirements are reasonable, not to mention he is the most cultured customer here. All the shopping guides are scrambling to serve him, only suffering from their own level is not enough.

"Look at them all." Liao Zhenbo leans back to the back of his chair, looking like he has time to appreciate it.

"Good." The shrewd store manager was pleased. She clapped twice, and the black curtain slowly opened in front of her. You should know that in the past, Liao Zhenbo's secretary Wang Lin called to tell him what occasion to wear and what color to wear, and then told him some details. Until the clothes were ready and sent to his company, he could not see him.

Today, it's rare for people to have such elegance, and they have to see all kinds of styles and occasions. How can the store manager be willing to let go of such a rare opportunity.

After the curtain opened, several models came out one after another. These models walked very slowly. Fu Xiaoqian knew that this was to increase their time to appreciate and make decisions.

"This shirt is made of pure cotton fabric imported from France. It obviously improves the wrinkle of cotton material. It will not have creases all day long. It is sweat absorbing and breathable. The cotton material is thin and smooth, just like the second layer of human skin. In addition, ice silk is added to it, so you won't feel hot even in summer. And this shirt combines leisure and business styles, so it's suitable for many occasions. " The store manager gave a detailed introduction to the clothes on each model.

Fu Xiaoqian saw that the store manager was almost dry, but the proud man around him didn't respond at all.

In the elegant leather sofa, there is a quiet body. Even if you just lean lazily on the back of the chair, you can see his tall and straight body at a glance. A black dress, he was born to set off the noble temperament at a glance, but at the moment he exudes a cold and arrogant atmosphere, people dare not easily close.

Fu Xiaoqian turned her eyes and suddenly, from his two open shirt necks, honey chest, hard muscles and the sexy throat knot sliding up and down, she unconsciously thought of the scene she saw through the frosted glass door in the morning. Her face turned red for no reason. Her eyes were as if she had touched the electricity, and she quickly took it back.