2663: Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (181)

Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (181)

Qiao Ruoxi did not even turn her head as they walked past each other until they reached the men's floor.0

Feng Yunan and Wen Ke'er also went down the escalator. Wen Ke'er was still immersed in the drama she was in and continued to talk to him non-stop.

But Feng Yunan was no longer in the mood to listen. He suddenly stopped and said, "I think I need to buy another shirt."

"Sure, I'll go upstairs with you," Wen Ke'er said considerately.

Feng Yunan ordered the bodyguards, "Take the gifts to the car and wait for me outside."

After giving his instructions, Feng Yunan held Wen Ke'er in his arms and turned to walk towards the elevator.

Wen Ke'er did not notice Feng Yunan's strange behavior at all. She was very pleased with herself. Because of what had happened yesterday, Feng Yunan had specially set aside his work to accompany her shopping.

When he heard that it was her grandfather's birthday party tonight, he even specially bought many expensive gifts that he would bring along when he accompanies her back to the Wen family home later.

When they arrived at the men's clothing floor, Feng Yunan went to a store to look for shirts. He didn't stop when he walked past the men's clothing store he often went to.

Wen Ke'er asked in confusion, "Brother Nan, don't you like the shirts in this shop the most? Do you want to try them?"

"I wanna look at something else."

Feng Yunan then continued walking.

It wasn't until he was in an Italian men's clothing store that he finally found Qiao Ruoxi and the others.

He did not chase after her. Instead, he turned and walked into the shop diagonally opposite the store that was selling shirts and ties, pretending to choose clothes.

She even sent a message to Tang Yebing: [I saw your sister. She's with a man at the Central Mall.]

The staff in the store suddenly saw the legendary Fengtian Group's president, Feng Yunan, arrive, and the big star, Wen Ke'er, appear. They were so surprised that they almost fainted. They immediately went up to serve him enthusiastically.

Feng Yunan exuded an unapproachable aura. The staff only dared to peek at him and did not dare to approach him. They could only flatter Wen Ke'er and ask for autographs and photos.

While Wen Ke'er was signing autographs for the store assistants, Feng Yunan looked to the opposite side and saw that Qiao Ruoxi was picking out a men's suit.

She chose a design that was of a decent color and texture and let Li Yixue take a look at it. Li Yixue nodded and thought it looked good too.

Qiao Ruoxi looked at the pricetag and bit her lip. She seemed to have a hard time making up her mind to buy it. Then she handed the clothes to the shop assistant and bought it.

Feng Yunan had already forgotten about the time when he had thrown away the corduroy jacket at the hospital. Right now, his mind was filled with questions. Why did she suddenly buy a men's suit?

'Did she buy it for me?'

The clothes in this store cost at most a few thousand yuan each.

How could he wear such cheap clothes?

Even though he acted like he didn't like it, he was actually looking forward to it.

Qiao Ruoxi bought the clothes and left with Li Yixue.

Feng Yunan was not in the mood to stay after they left. Wen Ke'er had just taken a photo with her fans and realized that he had left. She quickly chased after him. "Brother Nan, aren't you going to buy a shirt?"

"None of them looks good."

He gave a perfunctory reply and followed Qiao Ruoxi and the others to the entrance of the mall.

Outside the entrance, Qiao Ruoxi and Li Yixue were getting ready to hail a cab.

A black sports car suddenly stopped in front of them. Then they saw the aggressive Tang Yebing get out of the sports car.

Li Yixue's scream was stuck in her throat. Before she could let it out, Tang Yebing grabbed her wrist and shoved her into the car.

The sports car sped away. Qiao Ruoxi looked in the direction of the sports car and shook her head with a smile.

She knew that Li Yixue could never escape from Tang Yebing.

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