Ning An thought so and did so.

The next day, it was still raining and gloomy, with no sun.

Ning An asked the driver to leave her in the center of Huacheng in the morning. She went to the mall to buy clothes alone and bought some food on the way.

She bought several clothes for Song Shaoyan, including sweaters and jackets.

In fact, she didn't buy him clothes when they got married. He thought she had poor taste, but she ironed his clothes. She ironed every shirt he had and she knew his size clearly.

When he returned home, Song Shaoyan was already awake. He was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a book in his hand.

Ning'an took a closer look and saw that it was a book on architectural design.

He watched attentively. Song Shaoyan looked very serious when he was serious. His profile was resolute and mature, his nose was high and his eyelashes were drooping. His legs were covered with a thick blanket, and he was completely quiet.

Ning An opened the door and came in, and he raised his head from the book.

"What did you buy?" He looked at the big and small bags in her hands expectantly.

"Your clothes and some food."

"Really? Let me take a look." Song Shaoyan came over in a wheelchair with great interest, wanting to help her unpack the handbag.

Ning An first took out a white suit jacket: "Does this look good?"

"..." Song Shaoyan said that he doesn't like white suits. He looks gay and doesn't match his temperament.

"Do you like this?" Ning An took out another blue turtleneck sweater, "The shopping guide said this color will be popular this year. It makes you look whiter and younger."

"Am I old?"

"Wear to look younger."

"You try it."

"..." Song Shaoyan was reluctant. Isn't this what those little puppies in the university like? He is not a little puppy, he is a mature social elite.

Although I thought so in my heart, I still took the sweater over.

He was only wearing a thick homecoat, and he reached out and began to unbutton the homecoat.

"Why don't you go to the bathroom to change your clothes?!" Ning An looked at him.

"Why do you want to go to the bathroom?" Song Shaoyan looked innocent and confused. As he spoke, he unbuttoned two or three buttons, revealing his sexy collarbone and skin.

"Wait, don't take off your clothes. I'll go out first." Ning An turned around, how shameless he was.

"Am I not in good shape? Why do I have to go out? Let's take a look." Song Shaoyan's voice still sounded a little aggrieved.

Ning'an: "..."

How can anyone take the initiative to take off his clothes for a woman to see? He even looks like he is begging her to see him.

"Look at my figure, it's not bad." Song Shaoyan had already unbuttoned all the buttons, "Turn around and take a look."

"roll."

Ning An ignored him and went out.

Song Shaoyan was very hurt.

Although he has scars on his body, he has a really good figure and a good foundation.

It's a pity that Ning An refused to watch it.

He put on the turtleneck sweater she bought for him. It was the right size and the color...he hadn't tried it on yet. It seemed to make him look younger.

He looked carefully in the mirror again and again. Was he really old? He seemed to be.

He frowned, why was he so old?

Ning An knocked on the door: "Have you changed? I'll come in after changing."

"alright."

Ning An came in, and Huahua also ran in.

Ning An looked at him carefully and found that it seemed suitable and not bad.

"Does it look good?" Song Shaoyan asked eagerly.

"The clothes are very nice."

"Are the clothes the only ones that look good?"
Chapter completed!