At seven o'clock, Qiao Yimo came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, dried his hair and lay on the bed in a comfortable position to play with the phone.

Suddenly, the phone jumped to the address book page, and a rapid ringing rang.

After a while, Qiao Yimo regained consciousness and connected the phone, "What's the matter?"

"Are you free tonight?" The man's deep and sexy voice came on the other end of the phone.

Qiao Yimo was silent for a while, and said lightly: "Yeah."

"Come out, I'm downstairs with you."

Qiao Yimo: "..."

She was all here and asked her if she was free?

After a few minutes, Qiao Yimo turned the window out.

The spring night scene was unsatisfactory. It was already dark, and the streets without people were also warmed up.

In the distance, Qiao Yimo saw the luxurious car.

Leng Juan saw Qiao Yimo and quickly got out of the car to greet him.

"Where to go?" Qiao Yimo sat in the back seat and spoke slowly.

Leng Jian went around and returned to the car before answering her, "Buy something."

Qiao Yimo raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, "What needs you to dispatch yourself?"

The man lowered his head to admire her bewildered and moving expression, then lowered his head, curled his lips, his voice was deep, "Your birthday present."

Qiao Yimo looked at the handsome facial features of the man and raised his eyebrows, "How do you know my birthday?"

"Since the first meeting, the information about you has been delivered to me." Leng Tiong's eyes were dull, like a deep well under the night, looking at Qiao Yimo silently and obsessively.

On this point, he is very honest, and Qiao Yimo naturally has no accountability.

"What do you want?" The man's dark gaze moved out of the window, then landed somewhere, spitting out a few words in a low voice.

Qiao Yimo looked out the other window with cold eyes, his eyebrows drooped, "I don't want anything."

Listening to Qiao Yimo's return, Leng Tiong clicked on the car window with his distinct fingertips, thought for a few seconds, and then told Bo Hua in the cab: "Go to Paris Paradise."

In other words, the paradise of Paris is a paradise for women. It not only sells all kinds of big-name bags, but also top designer dresses.

When Qiao Yimo heard it, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly.

Yes, she hasn't bought a dress by herself for a long time.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when I arrived in Paradise in Paris.

Leng Tien got out of the car, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the dress in a cupboard in front of him.

A red dress in the cupboard attracted his attention at once.

If it is worn on Qiao Yimo, it must be very suitable.

Leng Juo withdrew his gaze, the complexion in his eyes slowly darkened, and there was still a bit of indescribable desire in his eyes.

The man's hand couldn't help grasping Qiao Yimo tightly.

Qiao Yimo was startled by the sudden holding of hands. She raised her eyebrows and said blankly, "What are you doing?"

Hearing Qiao Yimo's voice, Leng Tiong came back to his senses, lowered his head and fixed his eyes firmly on her.

She lifted her eyes slightly, and in the night, he could vaguely see the blood vessels in Qiao Yimo's white neck. He had an urge to bite, and he wanted them to melt together.

Qiao Yimo was stunned by such prey-like eyes, and hurriedly followed the lights to the big clothing store.

As soon as I walked into a big-name store, the clerk inside saw her dressing up and did not come forward to receive her.

In the next second, I saw a tall and tall man approaching her.

The surrounding shop assistants stared for a moment, only to see the person who came here was tall and straight, like an arbor, and his dark black eyes were even more impressive, like a god who didn't know where he came from.

Everyone's eyes glowed immediately, and they greeted him.

"Two, welcome! May I ask whether the gentleman picks a suit or the little girl picks a dress?" The clerk instantly introduced him warmly.

"The dress." The man said, then he turned and walked to the window, looking at the dress he had just seen outside.

The clerk followed and said enthusiastically: "Sir, good-sighted! This dress is a new style that we airlifted from Italy last night. This dress is made of satin fabric, soft and comfortable, and is the best of dress fabrics." JrNovels.com