Looking at Qi Helian’s long and narrow phoenix eyes that are gentle because of looking at her, I try to make the corners of his mouth rise up naughty, "Then take up your Minnie for a while, if you are too busy Don't blame me for coming."

Qi Helian chuckled, "I won't shoot if I'm too busy, and go shopping with you."

...

What are they talking about?

Facing the large French windows facing the sea, the man faced the window, his sight shifted from the magnificent sea to the opposite pair of men and women on the street.

The man puts his hands on the girl's head, and they both lower their heads, unable to see their faces, but they have been standing there for a long time.

The girl looked unhappy, they were quarreling, is the man coaxing her?

The quiet music in the earphones, bathed in sunlight, Ji Chicheng saw him inadvertently.

Char walked up to him, followed his gaze, and asked as he watched, "What are you looking at?"

His arrival interrupted Ji Chicheng's thoughts. He turned his head, looked at Char's face, and asked, "Have you touched my mother's head like that?"

Char's gaze just swept over the couple that Ji Chicheng was staring at. Hearing Ji Chicheng’s question, he took his gaze back again, looked at Ji Chicheng, froze, and said with a smile: "Of course I touched , Don’t look at her quiet temperament, in fact, she is very naughty, in many cases, like a child."

As he spoke, he recalled, his face couldn't help showing a petting smile, and he slowly yearned for the life in the memory.

There is also a trace of instinctive sadness and sadness.

But to Ji Chicheng, he seemed to be showing off, "Very naive."

Pour a basin of cold water on Char, his gaze looked downstairs again, to the position just now, the man and the woman were gone.

With his right hand in his pocket, he tightly squeezed the hot diamond ring he held.

Charl looked at him, thoughtfully and asked him, "City, how much do you remember your mommy."

"Pretty."

Ji Chicheng looked into the distance and tried hard to recall his mother's memories, "Many people like her, neighbors like her, and quarrel with the woman at home for her."

These are what impressed him the most.

At that time, his mother took him alone, because of these unnecessary troubles, they often changed places.

Char coldly scolded, "Those people are all daydreams and wishful thinking toads, He Ji..."

Almost missed his mouth, he braked in time, but still cold-faced, wishing to find out those toads who had been thinking about his women before, and he felt like a cramp.

After calming down for a while, he said solemnly, "They are not good enough for your mommy."

The tone was sour.

"You don't necessarily deserve it either." Ji Chicheng glanced at Cha'er sideways, looking like he couldn't look at him anyway.

Then turn around.

At this moment, suddenly a tall woman walked in apologetically.

The woman is wearing the overalls of the dress shop, with the manager's breastplate on her chest.

She entered the door and bent over to apologize to Char, "Mr. Char, I am really sorry for the loss."

Charl snorted, "Sorry to be useful?"

Obviously, he expressed that he did not accept such a useless apology.

Apart from an expression of apology, the female store manager did not dare to speak any more. She bent over only innocently, "Here, please, the young master's dress has already been brought over. Would you like to try a set?"

"Try it all."