The yogurt piled up into a hill, and it was as full as a head higher than the cart.
"Why don't we go check out? We bought enough today!"
"Um."
Jiang Beiyuan pushed the trolley to the cashier.
It's peak shopping time, and there are still a few people queuing up front.
Jiang Beiyuan was leaning on the trolley, with his hands folded in his arms. His loose posture had the charm of attracting bees and butterflies. The little girls queuing up in front, left, and right, all looked at him without exception.
A few bold ones took out their mobile phones and pointed them at Jiang Beiyuan's face.
"Sorry, this is my husband. He doesn't like taking pictures. Please don't take pictures of him. Thank you!"
Yan Nian stood in front of Jiang Beiyuan, with a straight face, and looked coldly at the little girl diagonally opposite who held up her mobile phone.
The little girl nodded awkwardly and reluctantly put down the phone.
Jiangbeiyuan lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Nian.
Her protective look fell into his eyes, causing his thin lips to twitch slightly, the curve was gentle and joyful.
"Let's go, let's go check out quickly!"
Yan Nian took a deep breath and took Jiang Beiyuan's arm and walked forward. These days, the world is declining, and the little girls don't even look at this extremely handsome man who is already famous and has a wife. They even pat him and pat him on the mother. .
There was a young girl at the cashier, looking at Jiangbeiyuan like the group of melon-eating people who were seduced by male lust.
Just a glance.
The eyes began to dodge left and right.
"First, sir, would you like to pay by card or cash? No, I mean, do you have a membership card for our supermarket?"
Jiang Beiyuan didn't pay attention to the cashier's incoherent words. He just looked at Yan Nian.
"Your husband didn't bring his wallet today, can you pay?"
"Wow, great!!"
Yan Nian couldn't wait to take out his wallet.
She may be a weirdo, and she especially likes the feeling of taking the initiative to pay in front of Jiang Beiyuan. At this moment, it seems that she is better than him. When things are beyond his power, she is there to support him. When he can't support it, she is there. When he was sleeping, she could also help him.
That's fine.
Occasionally evenly matched.
Even if it's trivial.
"Be good~"
Jiang Beiyuan rubbed the top of her soft hair and kissed her forehead in public as if no one else was watching.
"My wife is the most well-behaved."
Ever since, there were more and more ambiguous looks all around.
Yan Nian: "..."
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"Okay, can you give me your phone now?"
Yan Nian wanted to see if Ding Baoyi had replied to her message.
Jiang Beiyuan was loading yogurt. One shopping bag was not enough, so he continued to pack the second one.
He lowered his eyebrows and said in a shallow voice, "It's in your pocket. Get it yourself."
"oh!"
That soft little hand fumbled towards his pants pocket without saying a word.
Through a layer of suit fabric, you can clearly feel the man's tight muscles.
I checked both pockets, but there was nothing there.
Yan Nian raised his eyes in confusion.
But he ran into Jiang Beiyuan's smiling eyes.
"You touch me and show off in public, Mrs. Jiang."
"rub!"
The words were flirtatious, and her little face instantly turned tomato red, "Obviously it was you who asked me to touch you, okay?"
"Who puts his phone in his pants pocket? If you want to tease your husband, just say so."
Jiang Beiyuan's voice was low and a little playful, then he held two full shopping bags in one hand and gave her the mobile phone inside the coat with the other hand.
Pedestrians walking around frequently glanced sideways, watching the two of them bickering.
(End of chapter)