"I wear it myself." An Yin didn't care about any pride now, she just wanted to cover up her body as soon as possible.

Qin Jian even saved her from looking at her. He took off the underwear that matched the dress from the hanger and put it on her one by one.

He was really just dressing her, but his fingers were slashing through her skin from time to time, and the atmosphere became weird.

Moreover, his eyes would fall wherever he wore his clothes, without any hindrance.

An Yin felt that she was being roasted on a charcoal fire, and she was so hot that she was at a loss.

He put on the dress and let out a "hiss" sound, and the zipper on the back was pulled up, wrapping the fabric tightly on his body, finally getting rid of the dilemma of not avoiding his body.

An Yin breathed a sigh of relief, and her whole body was so soft that she was even more tired than fighting a war.

Her legs were weak and she was about to sit on the stool behind her, but Qin Jian bent down again, picked her up horizontally, left the fitting room, and placed her on the stool.

From beginning to end, he really just changed her clothes and never deliberately touched her body.

But that feeling is even more shy than doing it directly.

He...is a demon born to torture!

He took a step back and looked at An Yin, who was sitting softly on the stool.

With just a glance, he withdrew his gaze, walked towards the counter, pressed the intercom, and "Come in."

The salesmen immediately pushed the door open and looked at An Yin sitting there.

The plain dress, without any decoration, outlines her graceful curves, is beautiful and charming, and forms a strong contrast with the enchanting charm that comes from her bones, but it is not at all abrupt, and it is extremely beautiful.

Qin Jian ordered, "Pack up her things."

He put on a pair of slim high heels for An Yin, got up and signed the order, took the school bag handed over by the salesperson and the packaging bag containing the school uniform, pulled An Yin up, and left straight away.

Perverted, pretentious!

An Yin was so troubled by him that she didn't even have the strength to scold her.

He dragged it away from the commercial building.

Qin Jian usually talks little, and after he speaks in the park, he becomes even more silent.

After getting back in the car, I was speechless all the way.

He did not return to Qin's house, but drove to the beach villa.

When entering the Sands Bend, I passed by a Bentley.

Qin Jian looked ahead and ignored the Bentley.

In the back seat of Bentley, Mu Jinyan turned his head, looked at Qin Jian in the driver's seat, and then looked at An Yin in the passenger seat.

One was cold and hard, the other was lowered, his face was dull.

A quarrel?

Mu Jinyan curled the corners of his mouth.

Mu Jiayin is here, it is abnormal not to quarrel.

Let’s just quarrel. The more fierce the quarrel, the deeper the injury, the more chance Mu Jiayin has.

Bo Kun was a little worried, "Qin Jian seems to be very different to An Yin. Although Mu Jiayin is beautiful, it seems not easy to get Qin Jian's heart."

Mu Jinyan smiled, it was not just not easy, it was impossible.

Mu Jiayin suffered a lot and finally turned herself into a peerless beauty.

Now Mu Jiayin is beautiful and has a good figure.

But for men, such a woman is at most a tool to relieve the fire, and it is enough to be comfortable at that time.

For this high-end toy, it is more comfortable to use, so you can only cherish it at most.

But who would throw something like the heart to a toy?

But these are not important.

What’s important is that she is ‘Mu Jiayin’. In the hearts of Qin Hongzhang and their tribe, she is the only one who can give birth to a son for Qin Jian, which is enough.

"An Yin is a very good girl. She is destined to be cannon fodder in this war. It's so pitiful."
Chapter completed!