Ye Yifan turned around and left, damn, mentally retarded.

Seeing her angry, Zhou Zimo stared at her cold back and pursed her thin lips. After a while, she explained: "The ice water is too cold, and I am not dry. Holding you will get wet, so I won't hug you."

Ye Yifan: "..." Do you still know how to explain this beast?

The cold big hands held her and walked into the room. He rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, threw one piece away, and the luxurious bedroom instantly turned into rags and changed into clothes in a hurry.

Ye Yifan rolled his eyes when he looked at his old blue military uniform and looked disgusted. He couldn't wear handsome clothes every day, right?

Since I met him, I have never seen him change his clothes a few times, and the clothes in his cabinet are almost exactly the same.

"You can't change your clothes? You can't wear military uniforms at home, don't you feel tired?"

His black military boots are hard to walk on.

There are also the golden tassels on the shoulders and the cumbersome gold chains on the chest, which look like a rich man.

"Then what should I wear?" Zhou Zimo opened his arms and frowned, and looked at himself seriously: "It's pretty good, it looks good, and it's good to wear anything."

"Narcissism!"

"If you don't like me, I have to like myself, otherwise I will be bored with eating."

Ye Yifan's heart tightened, sour and sweet, and he couldn't say anything: "I don't like you, aren't there many people who like you?"

"What does that have to do with me? I just like you."

Well, this sounds quite comfortable.

"Is this one OK?" He took out a long purple slanted gown and put it on himself.

"Like an old man."

Bang, with quick movements and elegant postures, the window was opened and the clothes were thrown out: "I'm very young, these clothes look old and are not worthy of me."

Ye Yifan looked at him with annoyance and suddenly felt a little funny. He was most afraid that others would say he was old and would get angry as soon as he said that he was old.

Last night she joked about his husband, but he was so angry that he didn't fall asleep all night.

This fool.

He is nine years older than her and three years older than Ye Hancheng, so he has always been taboo about this matter.

"Wear this one." She picked out a white suit from the closet and handed it to him.

The man took the bronze big hand and Ye Yifan saw that his wheat-colored skin formed a very sharp contrast with his white clothes, and he immediately regretted it. He would definitely be terrible when he was about to stop.

It was not until he put it on that Ye Yifan realized how outrageous he was wrong. This man with a perfect figure than a model was simply a walking clothes rack, and his bronzed skin did not affect his handsomeness at all.

His skin is very good, like he has applied concealer to bring a beauty effect, his facial features are three-dimensional, clear water chestnuts, full of masculine flavor, and his body is full of male hormones.

She had never known what it was to attract a opposite sex, but now she suddenly wanted to touch his chest.

"Well..." A powerful force suddenly circled her slender waist, and her slender and soft body was tightly attached to his hard body.

"What are you doing?" She pressed her hands on his chest and looked up at him inexplicably.

"You were peeking at me just now."

"I look at it openly." She looked righteous.

Zhou Zimo raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked, "Do you like my clothes?"

Ye Yifan: “…”

If one day she says she likes him, would he think she likes his money?

"That's like me."
Chapter completed!