Cool Husband Love Hunting Program

Chapter 652 [Extra] I won't let you go

"Your clothes are wet, I bought one for you, you can change it in the back seat."

He actually bought her a skirt, and in the other bag was a pair of sandals with a shallow heel. An Zimo was terrified again. She wore pants habitually and hadn't worn a skirt for a long time. Most importantly, she How do you change your clothes, in broad daylight!
"Don't worry, I won't let you go, or do you want to change in front?" Mousse blinked, he didn't care that she changed anywhere.

"No need, my clothes are not wet." The only way is to calmly refuse him.

"But the pants are very wet, aren't they? Do you want to go home in such a mess?"

Mousse shook his head, stretched out his hand and pressed it, and a layer of black cloth rose from the surrounding car windows, covering the outside light.

She was taken aback for a moment, and then heard him explain: "There is a baffle here, don't worry, I will never see it."

The front seat and the back seat could indeed be separated. An Zimo crawled into the back seat, but it was still a bit of a struggle. She was almost separated in a small black space.

As if to reassure her, he drove slowly.

An Zimo felt that she was wearing a skirt, as if she had changed from an ancient person to a modern person suddenly, her skin was exposed a lot, and she felt uncomfortable all over.

The skirt that Mousse helped her choose was light green, like a new leaf in the rain, but it was actually very beautiful.

And, it's the right size.

She couldn't help gritting her teeth. He definitely didn't buy the right clothes because he remembered her figure. After all, her figure has changed in the past five years.

That can only show that that hooligan has the essence of looking at a woman's figure.

"Have you changed it yet? I'm going to open the partition!" Mousse's words came from the front seat, and An Zimo subconsciously put his shirt in front of him.

Mousse opened the partition, looked at her, couldn't help laughing and said, "Could it be that you haven't worn it yet?"

"of course not!"

"Then why are you shy? You have nothing to hide." He saw in the rearview mirror that she uncomfortably took off her shirt. The light green skirt made her complexion even whiter. Well, his eyes really very good.

He thought in his heart, and he didn't know whether he was boasting about the clothes or the woman he liked.

In short, only he himself knows.

"Don't worry about me, let's drive!" An Zimo glared at him, and simply leaned on the backrest, hating the way he sized her up, even though it was a stunning look.

(End of this chapter)