Who have you loved? "Look at you, how could Moyuan like you with maldeveloped bean sprouts?" Mixueer said more and more. "Moyuan has always liked plump women, and you can't imagine how brave and enthusiastic he is in bed. He is like a warrior fighting on the battlefield. Any woman cannot fall in love with his tall and majestic state, his warmth, his strength, and he is strong enough to completely conquer women, make women surrender to him, and just want to be with him."

Zhuang Nuanchen's mind was confused because he knew that Jiang Moyuan had a fiancée.

Mixue'er was getting happier and happier. Zhuang Nuanchen's silence happened to satisfy her revenge. "Moyuan is too lazy to touch you, right? That's right, how could you satisfy him?" As she said that, she leaned close to Zhuang Nuanchen's ear and deliberately said, "Moyuan, he is a very enthusiastic man..."

The ambiguous aura suddenly woke Zhuang Nuanchen up, she turned her head and stared at Mixue'er.

"Can't imagine it?" Mixueer sneer, "It seems that Moyuan is really not interested in you. He--"

"When did you stay with him?" Zhuang Nuanchen spoke unexpectedly and interrupted her.

Mixue'er looked indifferent, "Four years ago."

"At that time, did you hear that he had a fiancée?" Zhuang Nuanchen asked again.

"Yes, it's a pity that I've never seen you. If I had known that his fiancée was a maldeveloped bean sprout like you, I wouldn't have worried that anyone would have snatched him away." Mixue'er thought she settled the score after the autumn and smiled, "You are not the type Mo Yuan likes at all, let alone go to bed. Mo Yuan has always liked passionate women. What qualifications do you have to let him keep you for the rest of your life?"

Then there was a sneer.

Zhuang Nuanchen stared at her, and after she smiled enough, she said lightly, "Even if he is really tired of it, it's not your turn. Since you know him so well, have you ever seen him have the habit of turning back?" Most men who are spoiled by women do not have this habit. Coupled with Jiang Moyuan's attitude just now, she was enough to say this sentence firmly and calmly.

Sure enough, Mixue'er's face turned ugly.

Zhuang Nuanchen sighed secretly. It’s not that she wants to be mean, but that she is a kind-hearted girl, but she doesn’t want to be pinched into a soft persimmon. She has no grudges with this supermodel lady. It’s not that she is a special situation. She will never be so mean to her.

While the atmosphere between the two was getting anxious, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhuang Nuanchen looked over and was stunned.

Jiang Moyuan actually broke into the women's bathroom!

Gina, who was anxious, was relieved when she saw that there was no one else in the bathroom.

Mixue'er didn't expect that Jiang Moyuan, who was proud by nature, would break into the women's bathroom and was stunned for a moment.

After seeing this scene, the man frowned, stepped forward and pulled Zhuang Nuanchen over, and walked out of the bathroom without saying a word.

Behind him was Mixueer who was so anxious that she stomped her feet.

Along the way, Zhuang Nuanchen was pulled by Jiang Moyuan. Seeing his tense chin and slightly pursed lips, he wanted to laugh a little, but he still endured it. If he was strong, it would not be surprising to break into the women's bathroom.

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From Banhof Street to St. Augustine Lane in the old city, to the stores hidden in the deep streets of various independent design brands, Zhuang Nuanchen almost didn't say a word after a few hours.

She really came to the streets.

Jiang Moyuan really accompanied her around one street after another.

I didn't buy anything, and I only thought about my fiancée.

Jiang Moyuan became very anxious. Seeing that she was silent, she kept looking at her emotions secretly. He was self-conscious and well versed in people's hearts, but at this time he didn't know what she was thinking.

Until he stopped in front of a window, Zhuang Nuanchen's thinking began to diverge.

Jiang Moyuan has a fiancée, but he has never mentioned it in front of her.

According to Mi Xueer's "confession", this fiancée appeared at least four years ago, which means that Jiang Moyuan had a engagement four years ago. So, why did he marry her?

Where is his fiancée now?

I accidentally remembered Xia Lu's words, and Xia Lu told her that Jiang Moyuan was a murderer. This sentence was said by Gu Mo, but later she also asked Gu Mo, and Gu Mo said it was just hearsay. Who did he hear? If we calculate it this way, it should be Nan Youxuan.

Nan Youxuan seems to have a lot of prejudice against Jiang Moyuan, and it is not difficult to find out from several meetings and conversations.

So, if this is really coming from Nan Youxuan’s mouth, who did Jiang Moyuan kill?

Could it be...it's his fiancée?

This thought suddenly flashed through my mind, like a lightning bolt slashing down!

A man's voice suddenly rose in his ears.

Depressed, sexy, full of magnetic.

"Like this dress?"

She was stunned and then realized that she had been standing in front of the window for a long time.

The model in the window was a cashmere coat with extremely simple and fashionable tailoring, which could be seen from the master.

Turning her head to look at the man beside her, her handsome face reflected under the street lights, and she was clearly divided by the gorgeous lights in the window. For a moment, she was confused. Will such a man be a murderer?

"What's wrong?" Jiang Moyuan asked softly when he saw her expression strange.

"Ah, no... nothing." She hurriedly pulled back her gaze and said lightly.

Jiang Moyuan misunderstood what she meant, held her hand and pushed the door and walked in.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she was stunned.

The store is warm and fragrant.

"Take out the coat in the window." Jiang Moyuan didn't even look at the shop owner who blushed at him and had a look of admiration and eyes bursting out of love.

The owner hurried to get it.

Zhuang Nuanchen pulled him over and lowered his voice, "I didn't want this dress."

"This dress is very suitable for you." Jiang Moyuan smiled.

The shop owner quickly brought the coat and said a long list of words to Jiang Moyuan.

She couldn't understand, the owner spoke German.

"Try it." Jiang Moyuan took the coat from the shop owner.

Seeing this, Zhuang Nuanchen had to take it over, take off his coat, and put it on his body directly. It has to be said that the coat has a super good texture and soft feel, but it is not difficult to see that the price is very expensive, and you get what you pay for. You can see the good things even if you don’t have it on your body.

The owner smiled and walked forward. Maybe he had just heard that they were speaking Chinese, so he spoke in a very bad Chinese and said, "You are very suitable for this coat and the size is also appropriate. In this way, you can customize it according to this size."

"Customized?" Zhuang Nuanchen was stunned, "Isn't this ready-to-wear?"

"Of course not. This dress is just a design model. If you like it, I can invite the designer of this dress, but it is not now. The designer is currently on vacation abroad." The owner smiled.

Zhuang Nuanchen became more and more confused as he listened to it. He was just a piece of clothing, so why was it a designer and a model for design?

Jiang Moyuan walked up and said to the shop owner directly, "Just this one, remember her size now." As he said that, he took out a business card, "The address is on it, when will it be as soon as possible?"

Zhuang Nuanchen grabbed him and shook his head at him.

The owner glanced at the business card and thought for a while, "Sir, it will take one month at the earliest."

"Ten days." Jiang Moyuan said lightly.

"This..." The owner was embarrassed, "It's completely impossible. The designer is currently on vacation, and it takes time to make ready-made clothes. Also, your address is in China..."

"Ten days." He emphasized again.

Seeing that the owner was really embarrassed, Zhuang Nuanchen quickly said, "Forget it, don't make things difficult for her."

"I will double the service fee based on the customization fee you charge." Jiang Moyuan looked at the shop owner.

The owner showed surprise on his face, but quickly suppressed it, "Then, I'll contact the designer as soon as possible."

"What about time?"

"It will be done for you within ten days." The owner immediately said.

Jiang Moyuan smiled faintly.

"Do you pay the deposit for Swiss francs or euros?" the owner asked.

Zhuang Nuanchen was surprised that such a small shop could actually charge euros? It was definitely not as simple as a small shop. He couldn't help but go up and ask the owner, "What kind of store is your family?"

"Clothing store." The owner was stunned.

"All these clothes are design models?" she asked.

"Yes, our family has always been customized with ready-made clothes." The owner smiled softly.

Zhuang Nuanchen opened his mouth and swallowed, "How much does this dress cost?"

"If the design fee and service fee are not counted, the same as this one is about 40,000 Swiss francs. We have to wait until the clothes are made and calculated in detail." The owner smiled and quoted the price.

As soon as this number came out, a dense currency conversion table immediately formed in her mind!

For about 40,000 Swiss francs, it is more than 30,000 euros... More than 30,000 euros are converted into RMB...

Her eyes suddenly widened and she pulled Jiang Moyuan, "I don't want this dress."

What a joke? A piece of clothing costs nearly 300,000 yuan. She might as well buy a common brand on the market. Even if she buys a Versace, it is better than this. Xia Lu has a Hermes latest bag, 250,000 yuan. She was about to collapse when she saw it. Now she wants her to wear clothes worth 300,000 yuan. She has the heart to kill her.

"You look pretty in your clothes." Jiang Moyuan saw through her thoughts, smiled gently, took out the international gold card from her wallet and handed it to the shop owner.

The owner took it immediately, and Zhuang Nuanchen could not refuse.

"Look at what else you like? Shoes? Jewelry? Handbag?" Jiang Moyuan looked proud of her husband.

"No, no, no." Zhuang Nuanchen waved his hand quickly, God, how dare she ask for anything again?

"Buy whatever you like." He just wanted to get her thoughts. Since Mixue'er appeared, he felt anxious when he looked at her. This feeling was the first time he had this feeling, and her silence was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

Zhuang Nuanchen shook his head. It would be better to save up and buy delicious food than to have this money.
To be continued...