Chapter 369 Want to Strike up a Conversation

Murong Cheng wants to take Mu Zi out to buy clothes, but Mu Zi is not happy.

It's fine to buy other things, but there is something wrong with him choosing a swimsuit for her.

The two got along fairly peacefully recently, Mu Zi didn't want to quarrel with him when the Chinese New Year was coming, so she said to him, "Actually, I have a swimsuit."

She bit the bullet and found a pale pink one-piece swimsuit from the closet.

With a faint smile on the corner of Murong Cheng's mouth, he said, "Zizi, are you sure?"

Mu Zi blushed.

All right……

This swimsuit was bought by Mu Zi when she was thirteen years old, and it is indeed a little bit too much to wear now...

Adolescent girls always grow extremely fast, and hormones urge their growth, as if a girl will grow up to be a woman inadvertently.

Unable to wear the only swimsuit, Murong Cheng drove Mu Zi out for shopping.

In the cold winter, the famous stores in major shopping malls are filled with all kinds of new winter clothes, but they are the only ones hanging out in the swimwear shop.

Mu Zi was almost ashamed to death, but Murong Cheng, with a calm face, carefully selected the style and color he liked from a pile of thin clothes, handed them to Mu Zi, and urged her to try it.

The clerk smiled and said, "Miss, your boyfriend has such a good eye."

"He's not..." Mu Zi wanted to explain, but when the words came to her lips, she thought, if he was the elder brother, it would be even more strange!

Whose brother will take his sister to buy bikinis?

Mu Zi slandered, took the clothes and headed to the locker room.

Fortunately, Murong Cheng's style is quite normal, not gaudy and sexy, and it fits the pure temperament of a student girl.

Mu Zi thought to herself: Murong Cheng still has a sense of propriety. When he went back to the island, Bai Wei could see this swimsuit on his body. If it was too sexy, Bai Wei would definitely talk about it.

As a result, just as this thought flashed across his mind, that so-called well-proportioned man suddenly sneaked into the locker room!

Mu Zi saw Murong Cheng behind him from the mirror, she was so startled that she almost cried out!

"Why are you so crazy!" Muzi's hairs stood on end, her hands tightly covering her chest, she gritted her teeth and whispered, "Get out."

Murong Cheng was stunned for a moment, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, "Why are you nervous? I haven't seen your whole body?"

"..." Mu Zi was speechless, thanks to him having the face to say so.

Murong Cheng helped her brush her hair to the front, pulled up the string on the back of the swimsuit, tied it at the nape of the neck, then held Mu Zi's tender shoulders with both hands, and stood in front of the mirror with her, with Pleasant appreciation.

He looked at it quietly for a while, then leaned over slightly, kissed Mu Zi's snow-white skin on the back of the shoulder, and asked softly: "This one is not bad, do you like it?"

Mu Zi looked disgusted: "I don't like it, the most troublesome thing is to tie the belt behind."

Murong Cheng bit her ear and said with a smile: "Lazy stuff, I'll tie it for you, what's the trouble for you?"

Mu Zixin said: It's because you help me fasten it that it's the most troublesome!

Murong Cheng held her bulging white breasts, squeezed them, and said, "Should I buy a bigger cup size? What if they grow up again during the Chinese New Year?"

Mu Zi couldn't stand his hooliganism anymore, so she turned around and pushed him out, "Hurry up and get out of here."

After Murong Cheng left, Mu Zi changed out of her swimsuit and put back on her original clothes.

When she came out of the dressing room, she didn't see Murong Cheng, so she asked the clerk to pack up the clothes.

Murong Cheng has already settled the bill.

Mu Zi walked out of the shop carrying a handbag containing a swimsuit, wondering where Murong Cheng had gone, when she saw Murong Cheng leaning on the counter in a jade shop not far away, picking out jade.

There were two fashionable beauties outside the store peeking at him, whispering, as if they wanted to strike up a conversation.