Finally, Jun Zhiyuan couldn't bear it anymore. He turned to look at Yan Mixin coldly and said, "Cry, cry, cry. You know how to cry, but what else can you do?"

Yan Mixin felt even more aggrieved when she heard this. She really didn't know why she was crying, but she just couldn't control it. But it had to be said that Jun Zhiyuan's violent roar had a little effect, and Yan Mixin just sobbed quietly.

with,

Getting smaller and smaller until they disappear,

Ye Yan Mixin stopped, and they also arrived at their destination, Guomao Mall. Jun Zhiyuan parked the car in the parking lot of Guomao, turned to look at Yan Mixin, and then took out a plate of paper for Yan Mi in the car.

Xin,

He said expressionlessly: "Wipe your face."

It’s not what Jun Zhiyuan thinks of Yan Mixin, but it’s such a joke that Jun Zhiyuan takes him shopping with Yan Mixin. People who don’t know think that Jun Zhiyuan has done something to Yan Mixin.

In fact, to be honest, it was Jun Zhiyuan who got Yan Mixin into trouble, but he just didn't admit it.

So Jun Zhiyuan sat in the car and waited for Yan Mixin to recover as before. Fortunately, the cosmetics used by the makeup artist were very good, so Yan Mixin would not ruin her makeup because of crying, otherwise she would really not be able to see anyone.

After a long while, Jun Zhiyuan took Yan Mixin to the International Trade Center.

At this time, Yan Mixin had recovered, and there was no sign that she had just cried. Following Jun Zhiyuan's footsteps, they walked into the Guomao,

As soon as she walked in, Yan Mixin looked around like Grandma Liu who was crazy about the garden. Everything she saw was strange. In fact, she couldn't blame Yan Mixin. Who told her that this was her first time in such a place?

The splendid decoration was extremely beautiful, and there was not a speck of dust on the floor tiles under his feet, which completely captured Yan Mixin's entire body.

The moment she first stepped into the Guomao International Trade Center, Yan Mixin was frightened because there were people standing on both sides of the door. When she saw Yan Mixin and Jun Zhiyuan coming in, she quickly bowed respectfully: "Hello, President, Miss."

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Yan Mixin had never seen such a formation before. She carefully pulled Jun Zhiyuan's clothes and asked quietly: "What are they doing? It's a bit scary."

Hearing Yan Mixin's words, Jun Zhiyuan raised his lips proudly. Yes, this Guomao is one of his industries, and he is the president of this Guomao.
Chapter completed!