Chapter 485: Little Umbrella at noon time.

The sun is shining brightly.

The streets are filled with shadows, the vehicles are coming and going, and the hustle and bustle are hustle and bustle.

Zhuang Haoran drove a Mercedes-Benz sports car and quickly drove to the "Gucii" store, stopped, looked up at the independent three-story building, mainly grey walls, and the interior window reflected a noble light. He stared at the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor and thought about it, loosened his seat belt, and walked out of the car.

Two staff members in the store, wearing silver uniforms, walked out and looked at Zhuang Haoran, and respectfully called "President Zhuang"

"Well..." Zhuang Haoran walked into the luxurious store and saw several female customers picking up the newly-entered spring clothes in Paris. He didn't make a sound and turned around and walked up the spiral stairs.

The daughters of the daughters stood in front of a dazzling array of clothes and looked at Zhuang Haoran in a dark blue suit and walked up the spiral stairs sideways. Yingwei's handsome figure couldn't help but shout: "Why are the young masters of that family so handsome?"

"The outfit he wears seems to be tailor-made by Master Carl. There is only one set in the world, purely handmade. I have only read it once in a magazine and am still wondering, it was designed for that young master? Who can invite the master?" A daughter said softly again.

"That young man?" The older lady looked at the staff in the store and asked.

"President Zhuang of Global Group..." the staff member said immediately.

The three of them gasped and shouted in shock: "Zhuang... Zhuang Haoran?"

"No wonder he invited Master Carl. His sister is Zhuang Ailin, the number one oriental socialite in Paris. No matter where he goes, he is a famous master guest at Paris Fashion Week. His younger brother is the most beloved oriental man in the UK!"

"How could he come to our store?"

Several people will start to talk about it.

Zhuang Haoran walked up the second floor and looked at the noble hall of lavender. There were dazzling Paris spring outfits, including women's suits and professional dresses, but he didn't see evening dresses.

"President Zhuang, please wait here. The third floor is a dress area, and there are three ladies who are booking a room to try on clothes..." The manager led two staff members and walked up with a smile, looked at Zhuang Haoran, asking him to sit on the sofa in the center of the living room and wait.

"Well..." Zhuang Haoran walked to the sofa, sat down, raised his wrist, looked at the watch, and it was almost a little bit old...

The staff carefully held a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from Conte 00 and placed it carefully in front of the crystal table.

"No, I'll drive." Zhuang Haoran ordered.

"Yes..." After hearing this, the staff immediately put away the red wine, then walked into the lounge, brewed a glass of Tieguanyin mixed with jasmine cauliflower, and carefully placed it in front of the crystal table.

Zhuang Haoran sat on the sofa with a little nervousness, leaning against the edge of the chair and tapping his fingers, thinking that Tang Kexin didn't know what was going on?

"Is President Zhuang here?" Yahui walked down from the building, looked at Zhuang Haoran, and said with a smile.

"Well..." Zhuang Haoran stood up with a smile, walked towards Yahui, and said, "There wasn't much happening just now."

"Thank you for your hard work." Yahui looked at him and said with a soft smile.

"Not working hard..." After he finished speaking, he looked at Yahui and asked a little worriedly: "Where is Kexin? Is she okay? Has her face really recovered?"

Yahui raised her head, looked at Zhuang Haoran's nervous expression, and said with a smile: "She has just changed into a small dress and went downstairs. Look..."

Zhuang Haoran smiled slightly, and suddenly heard a soft sound of footsteps. He raised his head and looked at the spiral staircase.

A girl, her hair was tied up lightly, and she grew to the waist with a black wig. She wore an English-style oval white hat with a big palm on her forehead. Her face was bright, with big watery eyes, with apricot-colored eyeshadow, firm-stand-tilted nose, lighted with light powder, very sexy and seductive, still pink lips, with moist light, and smiled slightly, like a crescent moon. She was wearing a white tight long skirt with a tight shoulder skirt, walking slowly. The back of the long semi-circular skirt was covered with long stars. As she gradually walked down, the skirt swept out the sound of her shoulders, the white silk that drooped to her arms was fluffy, precious and grand, and lightly shaking. The twelve centimeter high heels, she stepped on the spiral staircase, a little careful...

Zhuang Haoran raised his head and looked at her, stunned.

Tang Kexin raised her head, looked at Zhuang Haoran, and smiled gently. Her face was pink and red, and her red lips slightly opened, so beautiful that it was so heart-warming.

Zhuang Haoran's eyes stared at her moving smile and instantly suffocated.

While looking at him, Tang Kexin walked down the spiral stairs. Finally, she took the last step and stepped to the plane, but her heart was filled with constant gratitude and tenderness. She came to Zhuang Haoran and looked up at him...

Zhuang Haoran kept silent, still staring at Tang Kexin after she tied up her short hair, revealing her completely goose-egg face, with a soft and tender skin, a sharp chin, a little sexy... This is the true beauty of a girl.

"Am I...are I a little taller today?" Tang Kexin looked at Zhuang Haoran, suddenly smiled sweetly, and said.

Zhuang Haoran's eyes showed a little tenderness. He looked at her and smiled, and replied: "Yeah..."

Tang Kexin thought about it before looking at Zhuang Haoran, and smiled a little sweetly and said, "Just now, I changed my skirt, but because it was too long, I couldn't hold it up. The staff prepared a pair of eight centimeters for me, and then I asked her, how high is I 161 cm, plus eight centimeters? They said, it was nearly 170, and I thought about it in my heart. It was not enough. You were 190 and 190 centimeters tall, so I picked a pair of 12 centimeters tall... Look?"

After she finished speaking, she gently scratched her snow-white skirt...

Zhuang Haoran lowered his head and looked at her and lifted up his snow-white skirt, revealing his crystal shoes. It was indeed very high. His white toes were bright in the transparent crystal shoes. His small footsteps were a little pink, and his ankles were raised, which made him look even more attractive. He smiled gently.

Tang Kexin stood in front of Zhuang Haoran, as gentle as a dream, and smiled sweetly as tenderly as water, saying, "I know I am not tall, so I will buy more high heels in the future, so that I will not look too short when standing beside you..."

Zhuang Haoran lifted his eyelids and looked at Tang Kexin's beautiful face. His eyes were filled with some emotion, and he asked gently and emotionally: "Why do you need to wear such high heels?"

"Because you long for me to grow up... Although I may not be able to grow taller, I always have a way to slowly grow taller until one day I can stand by you proudly and proudly, match you with you, and give you more care in the future. Although I have no way, like you are by my side, it is a mountain, so... I will make a small umbrella." Tang Kexin looked at him, raised her lips slightly, and said with a playful smile.

Zhuang Haoran looked at her, smiled gently and said, "Little Umbrella?"

"Well, little umbrella..." Tang Kexin looked at him and said with a sweet smile.

"What is the little umbrella used for?" Zhuang Haoran looked at her and asked emotionally.

Tang Kexin smiled and said, "Sake some wind and some rain for you."

A trace of sweetness flashed across Zhuang Haoran's eyes. Looking at her, she couldn't help but smile and said, "So well-behaved?"

Tang Kexin showed a little coquettish expression, looked at Zhuang Haoran, and smiled and said, "Of course!"

"How big is the little umbrella?" Zhuang Haoran looked at her and asked gently.

Tang Kexin thought about it lightly, then stood a little forward, almost approaching his chest, stretched out her slender hand, gently pressed it against his eyes, and smiled and said, "So big..."

Zhuang Haoran's heart moved, closed his eyes, and felt the girl's warm palm pressing against her eyes, and understood that it was the whole world...

Continue to surge in feelings.

His eyes blinked excitedly, stretched out his hand, gently held the white little hand, pulled it off, opened his eyes, and looked at the girl in front of him with a smile. He said emotionally: "Making a promise randomly is not a fun thing..."

Tang Kexin smiled and said, "I almost killed me because of two promises, but I still want to make a promise... Because promises are really a wonderful thing..."

Zhuang Haoran looked at her deeply, without saying a word, but a little excited smile appeared.

Zhuang Haoran also took a breath, hugged her gently into his arms, and his face slightly rubbed her little face.

The staff and Yahui looked up and looked at them with such a tacit understanding, both of them went downstairs in silence.

Zhuang Haoran easily opened her soft body, stretched out his hand, gently pinched her chin, and his eyes flowed gently, and continued to look at her perfect face...

Tang Kexin raised her head and looked at him with a gentle smile.

Zhuang Haoran finally gently held her naked shoulders, her viscera lower body, and kissed her left face lightly.

Tang Kexin's eyes flashed a little while, but at the end, she was a little moved.

Zhuang Haoran's lips gently touched the tender skin of her left face. Suddenly, she couldn't help but hug her slender waist and kissed her left face and ears...

Tang Kexin blinked her eyes, her body was soft and she was unable to think. She was so angry that she was so sad that she was suddenly confused and confused.

Zhuang Haoran kissed the skin beside her lips, suddenly lifted up his hot eyes and looked at her!

Tang Kexin's face flushed, and she finally regained her consciousness and wanted to push him away...

Zhuang Haoran hugged her body domineeringly, then kissed her forehead, then gently kissed her left face, and the kiss fell down little by little...

It seems...as if...

The afternoon sun was gently pressing down, and two overlapping figures lingered together as if they were kissing...

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