Chapter 935 Honeymoon Trip

Leng Zhiyuan was awakened by the rough touch on her face. She slowly opened her eyes, and Zhou Yao's handsome and tough face enlarged in her sight.

He was holding her face with his big palm, stroking her tender skin with caressing.

She was a little dazed, "What time is it? Are you tired of driving? I'll take your place."

She wanted to get up.

"No need," he quickly pressed her shoulders, smiled, "We've arrived."

"Arrived?" Leng Zhiyuan glanced out the window. It was already the next morning. "Oh, why did I sleep so long, and you didn't call me?"

Looking at her pouting red lips, Zhou Yao couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her, "Isn't this calling you?"

"That's different. It's so tiring for you to drive alone at night. I can take your place..."

"Hehe, you look as sleepy as a kitten, who would be willing to wake you up? Besides, this little distance is not a problem for me."

He just knows how to show off!

Leng Zhiyuan glanced at the sky outside, "What should we do now? How about we get a room for you to sleep and get some extra sleep..."

"No, I just closed my eyes in the car." He pecked her cheek again, "Let's go to the mall to buy some clothes and then have breakfast. I'm hungry."

"Oh, okay." Leng Zhiyuan agreed reluctantly. She knew that he definitely didn't make the decision after discussing it with her.

"So good!" Zhou Yao reached around the back of her head and took off the crystal hairpin on her hair. Her smooth black hair immediately fell into his palm.

He used his slender index finger to wrap around a strand of hair, and then brought it to his nose and sniffed it.

It smelled really good.

Leng Zhiyuan knew that he really had a hair fetish. After not seeing each other for a few days, he would first sniff her hair when he hugged her. She clenched her fist and punched him, then snatched her hair from his index finger, and she opened the door and got out of the car.

Seeing her get out of the car, Zhou Yao also quickly opened the door, and he walked around the car body to hold her hand.

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The two walked into the mall together, Zhou Yao in a white shirt and white trousers, Leng Zhiyuan in a wedding dress. Because they were still wearing the clothes they wore last night, they walked along the way and attracted everyone's attention.

The two walked hand in hand without looking away. They were both people who didn't care about other people's eyes. When they came to a clothing store, Zhou Yao directly said to the shopping guide, "Give my wife two sets of... skirts, and... high heels."

After saying that, he wiped his trouser pocket with one hand and smiled at her.

Leng Zhiyuan was helpless. She knew that he liked to see her wearing skirts and always complained about her taste in the past.

The shopping guide walked up enthusiastically and asked Leng Zhiyuan, "Miss, what style of skirt do you want?"

Leng Zhiyuan glanced at Zhou Yao and replied, "The most popular and beautiful style this year, bring a few more sets for me to try!"

"Okay." The shopping guide replied.

Seeing her so obedient, Zhou Yao looked at her with tender and bright eyes. Leng Zhiyuan took the dress sent by the shopping guide, and then raised her chin to him arrogantly, meaning that it was just a dress, wait, it will blind your eyes later!

She walked into the dressing room.

Watching the woman disappear from his sight, Zhou Yao laughed happily.

Finally, Leng Zhiyuan picked two dresses, one long dress packed in a paper bag, and one on her. She wore a small floral shirt on the upper body and a white tassel hip skirt underneath. She also picked a pair of white high-heeled sandals to put on. The thin white straps on the sandals were wrapped around her snow-white ankles, which was both taboo and pleasing to the eye.

Zhou Yao also went to change clothes. Men's clothes were very simple. He changed into a wine-red V-neck thin sweater and black slim trousers. He was born with a hanger, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and he looked like a fashionable male model in anything he wore.

When he saw Leng Zhiyuan coming out, his eyes really lit up. She tied up her long hair and turned it into a neat and cute bun. He looked back and forth at her eye-catching legs.

At this time, he heard the woman giggling. Leng Zhiyuan looked at him with a brilliant face, "Hey, have you seen enough? If you have, come and swipe your card. I have no money, you pay."

Zhou Yao came back to his senses. He stared at her beautiful face and then walked to the cashier to swipe the card.

...

The two walked out of the clothing store. Zhou Yao held a paper bag in one hand and held her hand in the other. As he walked, his face became bad because he found that the woman around him was too eye-catching. Many men were peeking at her, and the rate of turning back was almost 100%.

Two of the men passed by her and stopped to point at her slender back. Zhou Yao looked black and immediately quickened his pace.

As he walked faster, Leng Zhiyuan quickly called out from behind, "Hey, Zhou Yao, walk slower. I just wore high heels and I'm not used to them yet..."

Her foot was still twisted.

Zhou Yao turned around and squinted at her, "If you don't know how to wear high heels, don't wear such high heels..."

What did he mean by that? ? ?

Leng Zhiyuan was immediately furious, "Hey, Zhou Yao, what are you talking about? Who am I wearing high heels for? You... have no conscience!"

Zhou Yao felt that he was in the wrong, but he was a major general and couldn't bring himself to apologize. He couldn't say that he was jealous because a few passers-by looked at her a few more times.

He turned away awkwardly.

Leng Zhiyuan looked at him suspiciously, and then she realized that many men were looking at her. She suddenly understood why he was so upset.

She ran up and took his strong arm, "Zhou Yao, are you jealous?"

"Put it out!"

Leng Zhiyuan pursed her red lips, then pinched him hard on his strong forearm, "No swear words!"

Zhou Yao was unhappy, "Humph!"

"Zhou Yao, you are too stingy. How many times can you do this if people look at me too much? You were the one who asked me to wear a skirt. Now that I am wearing it, you are the one who is unhappy... Just look at others. You can see it but you can’t touch it…”

touch?

Zhou Yao was shocked by this word, "Who dares to touch my woman? I don't know how he died..."

His words stopped abruptly because there was a soft touch on his right cheek. It was Leng Zhiyuan who stood up on tiptoes and kissed him in public.

A woman's soft coaxing voice sounded in my ears, "Okay, don't be angry, I'm yours, don't think about it."

Zhou Yao hooked his lips, then stretched out his strong arms to hold her in his arms, "That's pretty much it!" He leaned over and was about to kiss her on the face.

Leng Zhiyuan quickly stopped him, and she smiled in his arms, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, you, a dignified army major general, are so sloppy with women in the shopping mall. It really damages your image."

"Fuck your image! That's how I am!" He smiled with squinting eyes.

Leng Zhiyuan,…

"Does it hurt to wear high heels?" He lowered his eyes and looked at her feet.