Wen Nuan smiled ingratiatingly, "Of course, my dear husband is so mighty."
Qin Shaojin stood up and went to the closet to find the clothes he wanted to wear, "Didn't you say you were cooped up at home for too long? I'll take you out for a stroll."
Dressing up so nicely to go for a stroll?
Well, she liked it!
Every day is a holiday, and getting gifts every day is her ultimate dream!
Qin Shaojin raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "Hurry up and change, the stylist is still waiting in the living room."
A stylist?
For what? So ceremonious?
Qin Shaojin stood there, quickly got dressed, slipped into a pair of perfectly straight trousers, and looked at Wen Nuan.
Wen Nuan had just picked up the qipao and suddenly thought tragically of the fat on her stomach.
She looked again at the qipao in her hand, could she wear it?
It's been a month and a half, and although her stomach seems to have gotten smaller, wearing a qipao would definitely make her look fat!
Wuwuwuwu~
