They have been paying attention to him for a long time.

The man was standing not far from the fitting room, leaning against the wall, with a lazy and casual posture, as if he was waiting for someone.

He was only wearing a simple white shirt and casual pants.

At first glance it looks unremarkable.

But take a closer look.

Those broad shoulders.

That narrow waist.

Those long legs.

Incredibly sexy.

Just a random stop brings with it a noble and distant aura.

The only pity.

It's just that most of his face was covered by the peaked cap.

Can't see clearly.

But someone with this figure can do it.

It's not that ugly even if you think about it.

They pushed and pushed each other for a long time.

Finally, a petite black-haired woman came forward with a blushing face and asked:

"Hello, are you alone?"

She flipped her hair.

While peeking at the man's face under his peaked cap.

But wait until you see what he looks like.

The black-haired woman was dumbfounded.

She has definitely seen a lot of good-looking people.

Whether it is around me or on TV, I have seen all kinds of stunning women.

But there has never been one like the man in front of me.

One glance.

He sucked her soul.

"Sorry." The man blinked, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and said coldly: "I'm waiting for my wife."

He only glanced at the brunette.

I looked back in the direction of the fitting room again.

"Um...are you married?"

The black-haired woman's voice was so nervous that she was hoarse. She stared at the man's face, from the blood-red tear mole under his eyes to the slightly pursed thin lips. The more she looked at it, the more her heart trembled.

This is really...

So damn pretty!

How can there be a man who is more beautiful than a woman, but not even the slightest bit feminine?

"marry?"

This word seemed to have some magic power, successfully making the man laugh.

His perfectly shaped thin lips curved into an elegant arc, and his voice became lower and lower.

"Not yet, she doesn't want to."

"She doesn't want to?"

The black-haired woman's eyes widened.

I couldn't help but take three steps back and looked at the man carefully.

No way, no way!

No one is really blind.

Would you say no to a handsome guy of this level?

The black-haired woman swallowed, looked around, and whispered:

"How about you consider me? In fact, I really want to get married. As long as you are willing, we can go to Las Vegas to get married today..."

"What Vegas?"

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by another soft and charming voice.

The black-haired woman was stunned.

Not because of the sudden sound.

It was because of the face of the shockingly handsome man in front of him that changed instantly.

It's like magic.

Those eyes as deep as black pearls suddenly lit up.

He seemed to have changed into a different person instantly.

Because of love.

From the high gods.

Become a part of all living beings.

Of course.

Among all living beings, there is no one more handsome than him.

Not even an indifferent peripheral vision.

It made the black-haired woman feel that her heart was going to explode.

Grass!

She couldn't help but cursed.

Such a top-notch man.

How come there is a master?

She wanted to see who it was that could capture his heart!

The black-haired woman turned her head, but was stunned.

She was dazzled by the dazzling whiteness.

But the next second.

Her sight was filled with the man's back.

"This is too boring! We are going to the beach, not the North Pole, you are crazy!"

All she could hear was the woman's angry yelling and cursing.

But even if it's a tantrum.

That voice was still very charming.

It makes one's bones feel tender.

The black-haired woman couldn't help but be curious. She took a half-step to the side and peeked over.

Eyes facing each other.

The woman in a one-piece swimsuit blinked.

Doubtfully said:

"Nan Neighbor, your friend?"

"I don't know you." Nan Neighbor paused, leaned over and hugged her, nuzzling her neck like a cat, and said coquettishly: "She's here to strike up a conversation, Yingqian wants to keep an eye on me."

Yingqian and the black-haired woman twitched their mouths at the same time.

"Excuse me."

Ying Qian bumped his fist into Nan Neighbor's waist and said expressionlessly:

"He has a brain disease. Even though we try our best, he can't be cured."

The black-haired woman opened her mouth.

His eyes were fixed on Ying Qian's face, and he couldn't even utter a single word.
To be continued...