The warm sun shone into the balcony, and the water droplets on the flowers and plants that had just been soaked were crystal clear. Mu An'an was dressed in casual clothes and wrapped himself in a rattan chair. Her ears were stuffed with ears, and she was holding a popular novel in her hand, leisurely killing the rare time.
The sun shone on her white skin, shining with a layer of crystal light. Under her long eyelashes, a pair of big eyes focused on the book in front of her. Such a beautiful woman was in the luxuriant flowers and plants, and it was hard to tell whether she was a human or an elf.
The song in the earring had been repeated countless times, and finally, the book in her hand turned to the last page.
She stretched herself and got off the rattan chair barefoot. Her snow-white, slender feet walked across the floor, making her look like a lotus. She walked barefoot from the balcony to the bedroom and began to change her clothes very casually.
30 minutes later, she changed into a long dress with a black dress and a pair of eight-centimeter-high shoes. She appeared in the nearby shopping square.
The purpose was clear. She went straight to the second floor and went to the place where she sold her shoes.
Mu An'an's goal was to get a new pair of shoes!
The beautiful salesgirl was already very familiar with Mu An'an. Seeing her, she naturally took out the new pair of shoes. "You came a little late today. This is already the last pair, but the size is just right for you."
Mu An'an smiled and was about to try her shoes when a hand reached out from the hem and took away the shoes from the salesgirl's hands.
"I didn't expect to catch up with the last pair of shoes!" The woman said in surprise.
Mu An'an stood there in a daze and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared to snatch his love.
She had the outline of mixed Chinese and western, her beautiful facial features, and her graceful figure. When she smiled, she looked very playful. Her eyes lingered on the woman for a moment and then turned to the man beside her.
He was tall and handsome with three-dimensional facial features. Mu An'an did not expect that the famous president of Ye's Group would go shopping with a woman. The most important thing was not that, but that Ye Feimo had a smile on his face.
There was actually warmth in his cold eyes. Mu An'an thought that she had seen wrongly, but she soon denied it. Indeed, there was something in Ye Feimo's eyes that was called tenderness.
Mu An'an didn't expect that this man would have a warm side. This man, who was as cold as ice in bed today, really shocked her.
Because she was shocked, she just stood there in a daze, watching the beautiful woman put on the pair of shoes, looking at Ye Feimo with a smile and praising, and finally watching them take away the shoes that should belong to her.
"I'm sorry!" The salesperson's voice pulled her back to reality. "I didn't expect the chairman to bring someone here, so..."
Mu An'an turned around with a smile. She did not forget that this shopping square was Ye Feimo's territory. Although it was a pity that she did not buy the pair of shoes, she was not a person who would easily get angry. What was important was that she was hungry now.
Mu An'an entered an Indian restaurant on the 18th floor and sat down by the window. After ordering, she began to enjoy the street view of the city. Looking down from the 18th floor, she saw another scene. Looking at the endless stream of people, she suddenly felt lonely.
The dishes she ordered were soon served. Mu An'an looked at the colorful curry rice on the plate and frowned. She didn't like curry rice. She ordered curry rice just to train her acceptance ability.
She didn't know when she started to force herself to accept things she didn't like. Whether it was people or things, the more annoying she was, the more she wanted to do it.
She ate the curry rice on the plate little by little, experiencing the spicy feeling. Gradually, she began to adapt to that taste.
"It's good to get used to some things!" Just as she was sighing, she suddenly heard a familiar voice.
