Chapter 818: Chapter 819: Tasting Defeat for the First Time
Mo Ran didn’t answer him. She turned around and walked forward. The car followed her closely. If she stopped, it stopped. If she walked, it walked.
This Yuan Zhe, how can he be such an inconsiderate person?
Seeing a mall nearby, Mo Ran stepped inside.
Her pace quickened, intentionally trying to shake off the person behind her.
She was more familiar with this place. As soon as she went in, she disappeared from view. Weaving through the mall, Mo Ran made sure she had gotten rid of him before slowing down her pace.
Entering the clothing section, Mo Ran walked and browsed, her eyes suddenly falling on a blue floral chiffon dress, unable to look away.
“Miss, you can try this on. This dress matches your skin tone very well. You’ll look great in it,” the shop assistant eagerly approached her.
Mo Ran walked over, took the dress down, and compared it in front of the mirror a couple of times, feeling very satisfied.
She didn’t need to try it on to know it would fit her perfectly.
However, it looked pretty nice. Mo Ran looked at the dress in the mirror, a smile on her lips.
“I’ll take this one. I’m buying it.” A voice sounded from behind.
Mo Ran slightly frowned and saw Fujiwara Ize looking at her in the mirror.
This person, like a ghost, always lingering around!
Mo Ran put the dress back. Since he wanted to buy it, she wouldn’t.
Without sparing him a glance, she continued walking forward.
Fujiwara Ize caught up to her in two steps, handing her a paper bag with the clothing brand’s logo. “It’s yours.”
“I don’t want it. Thank you for your kindness,” Mo Ran said unappreciatively.
The man raised an eyebrow slightly. “Didn’t you really like it? I also think it would look great on you.”
So he decided to buy and give it to her on his own accord?
Mo Ran didn’t actually dislike Fujiwara Ize, but she also couldn’t feel any affection for him. The source of thɪs content is Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
“There are many clothes I like. Are you going to buy them all?” She merely wanted to leave him speechless.
To her surprise, he seriously nodded, “Sure, however many you want, I’ll buy them all for you.”
Indeed, he’s a rich man. Buying a pile of clothes is simply a piece of cake for him.
Mo Ran gave a faint smile, her tone growing colder, “Mr. Yuan, I have a husband. No matter how many clothes I like, he will buy them for me. There’s no need for you to buy. Besides, it’s not your place to buy!”
She wasn’t one to speak harshly, but today she had to be blunt with him because she disliked his pestering.