Cool Husband Love Hunting Program

Chapter 707 [Fan Wai] I also need it when I get married
An Zimo didn't play the game for long, and was dragged out by Mousse to go shopping, but in the end, she didn't know his ulterior motives.

"No, I've never worn this."

An Zimo struggled and was dragged into an optical shop by Mousse. Hearing that he told the shop manager that he would get her a pair of contact lenses, he couldn't help feeling anxious.

She is nearsighted, but she has never thought of wearing contact lenses. Whenever she thinks of stuffing something into her eyes, she feels chills. How can another thing be stuffed into someone's eyes? She feels that she can't do it at all. .

"It's because I haven't worn it before, so I want to try it, Xiaomo, you don't know how beautiful your eyes are, trust me." Mousse said with a smile, holding her waist halfway.

The store manager on the other side also took the opportunity to say: "Miss, your eyes are very big, so wearing contact lenses will definitely be fine, and you should try wearing them, as you will need them when you get married in the future."

"marry?"

An Zimo was a little dumbfounded, the store manager, how could she turn her glasses on to get married?And she never thought about it.

But thinking about it now, it seems that there is no bride who wears black-rimmed glasses as a bride.

"Good idea, Xiaomo, come on, let them test your eyesight for you first, don't worry, I'll put it on for you later." Mousse snapped his fingers, and immediately another salesperson came over.

An Zimo held a skeptical attitude, "Help me? Will you?"

"If anything can trouble your husband, go."

"Don't talk nonsense."

An Zimo was dragged over to have an optometry. She was wearing a pair of contact lenses. She, a psychologically insurmountable person, had to struggle for more than an hour to put them in her eyes. At this moment, her eyes were extremely red and there were still some tears.

"Close your eyes first and roll your eyeballs. After a long time, you will get used to it. Remember to cut your nails short, otherwise the lens may be damaged..."

The store manager was still chattering away, An Zimo looked at himself in the mirror, a little bit like crying, it really hurts.

"Hey, I'll get used to it tomorrow, don't cry."

Mousse looked at her with an aggrieved look, coaxed her in a low voice, and kissed her on the face again.

Sure enough, An Zimo's attention was diverted all of a sudden, "Don't mess around—let's go."

This person really doesn't care about time and occasion.

(End of this chapter)