The Devil Strikes: Sweetheart, Addicted

Chapter 81
Xiya led Mu Xiaran into the room, and Han Gaoya couldn't help exclaiming, "My God, do you live in such a big room by yourself?"

A spacious and bright room with a pink Simmons big bed. The gauze curtain hangs down and a crack is exposed in the window. When the breeze blows in, the gauze curtain dances with the wind. Not only that, the room is filled with many dolls, bear dolls, Some are taller than Mu Xiaran.

Mu Xiaran nodded, with a disgusted expression on his face, "The room is too big, it's scary to live alone at night."

Xiya smiled, and seeing that they had finished visiting the room, she led the three of them to the cloakroom.

It is said that the cloakroom is actually another room. Walking in from the door, you can see the dazzling array of clothing and accessories in the room. All the clothes are specially customized, and there are several famous brands, many of which are still covered with The bag, motionless.

Han Gaoya stopped, his eyes stared straight.

"This pair was the most popular classic last year!" A pair of black high heels, without any embellishments, showed luxury and dignity. Last year, it almost entered the state of hunger marketing!
She wanted to buy it, but she couldn't even buy it!I didn't expect Ran Ran to have it!

Han Gaoya quickly checked the size, her face collapsed.

One size smaller, she can't fit it...

This kind of high-heeled shoes only look good when you wear them in the right size. Wearing a pair of shoes that are too big or too small in an evening dress will make you feel awkward no matter how you look at it.

When Xiya saw that pair of shoes, there was also a hint of envy in her eyes, and she said, "Ran Ran doesn't like those shoes."

"Ah?" Han Gaoya looked at Mu Xiaran in astonishment, and asked unwillingly, "Why don't you like it?"

Mu Xiaran pouted, pointed to her knees and said nothing, but Han Gaoya and Lan Lingyu immediately understood.

Once they saw a picture of Mu Xiaran with a black knee in the circle of friends, so that's how the injury came from...

Walking inside, the new clothes were already placed on the sofa, and the shop assistant in uniform greeted him with a smile, "Miss Mu, these clothes are all new designs by Ze, and they also have Ze's signature."

The clerk knew from the young master that Ms. Mu liked Ze, the designer. It happened that the store manager knew Ze, so she forwarded Ze's autographed photo to Mu Xiaran to show her affection.

Hearing that it was Ze's autographed photo, Mu Xiaran's eyes lit up, and she immediately walked over to take it with both hands, and hugged it happily in her arms.

"By the way, Miss Mu, the young master said that he will come back to accompany you later."

Um?Yin Jieyao is coming back? !

Mu Xiaran, who was originally like an eggplant beaten by Shuang, was resurrected with full blood, and went to the closet behind him to find clothes to wear.

Seeing Mu Xiaran's excited appearance, Lan Lingyu thought to himself, it was right to bring her back this time.

"Why does Ran Ran like Ze so much?"

Suddenly, what Han Gaoya said caught Lan Lingyu's attention. He was taken aback, and said in surprise, "Don't you know?"

Now it was her turn to be stunned, "Know what?"

"It's..."
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When the sun was gradually setting, an extended Lincoln drove into the castle. The guards stepped forward and stood on both sides. When the car door opened, Yin Jieyao, who was wearing a suit, got out of the car, only to hear the guards shouting in unison: "Hello, young master!"

Yin Jieyao couldn't wait to walk into the castle, before reaching the hall, Mu Xiaran's voice gradually came.

"Yaya, help me see again, is this dress really okay? What if Yin Jieyao doesn't like it?"

Han Gaoya's words were full of helplessness, she looked at Mu Xiaran with her chin propped up, and joked: "Ran Ran, you have only been separated for a day, not a year, you look good in whatever you wear, if he says ugly, I will punch you Just hit it!"

　=Add more for you on Valentine’s Day, wait for me at [-]pm! =
　　Um... um... where's the ticket?Favorite?What about tipping?What about leaving a message?
　　Recently I have suffered from a cat cake called 'procrastination'!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)