Chapter 2085

Anyway, she is the first lady, so naturally she can't be rude, but this is someone else's wedding, so she can't be too high-profile.

So what to wear, it really needs to be picked.

"Wear pink?" It's festive, but it won't steal the show.

"Pretend to be young?" She will be thirty soon, and she still wears pink, can you have something suitable for her age?

"Who says you're old? With so many female stars, don't they still act as teenage girls in their 30s? People don't think they are pretending to be young."

"That can't be helped. You are young. Your acting skills are not that good. If you are good at acting, you are not that young. This is not forced. I don't have the need for that. I just put on pink to pretend to be young."

When you are old, you will be old. Everyone has a day when they are old. What is there to admit?

At least Ye Liran is very calm, she is not young anymore.

"Then you can figure it out yourself." Jun Mohan felt that she couldn't make sense.

Obviously not very old, why do you always pretend to be old-fashioned?
"Aren't you my husband? What's the matter with giving me some advice?" Besides discussing with him?Who else could she discuss with?
"If you don't understand style, if Rou Rou is here, I definitely don't want you." She was completely forced to do so.

"I gave it, but you won't listen." Jun Mohan spread his hands, very innocent.

"Okay, okay, I won't tell you, I'll pick it myself." Ye Liran walked into the cloakroom.

Women are really difficult to serve, Jun Mohan lay on the bed.

Because of his recuperation, except for some necessary matters, he left all other matters to Zhou Xian and Chu Ji.

Anyway, the line and the game have been laid out, and now it is just waiting for the net to be collected. There is nothing else for him, so he can naturally take a rest.

It's just that this wife is becoming more and more difficult to serve, Jun Mohan smiled helplessly, his smile was full of pampering.

In the cloakroom, Ye Liran chose left and right, and finally chose a red dress.

The top is black short sleeves, and the bottom is a red skirt, showing thighs.

Ye Liran tried it, and felt it was okay, so she went out and walked around in front of Jun Mohan: "How is it? Does it look good?"

Jun Mohan didn't see anything else, but saw her two beautiful white legs. For some reason, he found it particularly dazzling.

"It doesn't look good, it doesn't look good, change it."

"What's not good about it?" She had looked in the mirror just now, and she thought it was okay.

"Are you going to buy meat, so much?" Jun Mohan said as a matter of course.

"Jun Mohan." Ye Liran rushed towards him.

Jun Mohan didn't dodge, caught her, then turned over, pinning her under him.

"Bao Nuansi, are you thinking about it?" His hand came in from under the skirt.

"The injury on your body hasn't healed yet. Be careful that the movement is too big and it will crack. When the doctor asks, you will be the one who will be ashamed." Ye Liran reminded him.

"It doesn't matter, it's also romantic to die under the peony flower and be a ghost." Jun Mohan kissed her.

Ye Liran pointed to the time on the wall: "It's very early, be careful when the baby comes in later."

"Come in as soon as you come in, it doesn't matter." Jun Mohan's hand kept going up,
Hooligan, Ye Liran took out his hand, pushed him away by the way, sat up, adjusted his clothes again, looked at it and said: "I still think this set is good, let's just let it go."

"If you don't replace it, I'll tear it up." Jun Mohan hugged her from behind with his hand.

(End of this chapter)

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