After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

  The atmosphere of the Qixi Festival filled the whole world. Even just looking casually, Murong Qiao's eyes could be attracted by various ambiguous activity slogans.

  Beside her ear was the sound of music played by the mall, she let Huo Yichen hold her hand and wandered around in the mall.

  The two walked casually, and Murong Qiao looked around, and occasionally took a bite of the ice cream that he just passed by the milk tea shop.

  Ice cream is the matcha flavor she likes very much. The combination of the non-bitter aroma and smoothie-like texture, and then melts and blooms in the mouth under the action of the tip of the tongue, fully interprets the happiness of matcha lovers.

  After seeing the brand name of Silence, Murong Qiao's eyes stayed for a while.

   After all, it is the next brand partner, so Murong Qiao couldn't help paying attention, but Huo Yichen noticed this line of sight.

   "Go and see?" Huo Yichen asked.

   Said it was a question, but when he saw Murong Qiao's eyes looking straight there, Huo Yichen thought that she had a fancy dress style, so he simply dragged her to the store to take a closer look.

  Before Murong Qiao had time to respond and speak, he had no choice but to follow Huo Yichen in.

   "Hello, both of you, what do you need?" The clerk came over enthusiastically.

  From the couple earrings and rings worn by Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen, it is not difficult to see that these two are a couple.

  The clerk secretly commented on the temperament and clothing of the two of them, thinking that he must have met a big customer, so the smiles on his faces became more sincere.

  Murong Qiao shook his head politely, "No, let's see for ourselves."

  Same as most people's habits, Murong Qiao doesn't like to be accompanied by shop assistants when shopping or choosing clothes.

  The clerk couldn't help feeling a little pity seeing this, but he was very considerate enough to give the couple enough space.

  Just before leaving, the clerk added, "The area at the end of the left hand side is where our Chinese Valentine's Day couple outfits are located. If you two are interested, you can take a look. I'm at the counter, and you can call me if you have any needs."

  I also said before that silence is developing the domestic market recently, so Murong Qiao took a quick look and saw many new designs recently launched.

   It's all here, but Murong Qiao decided to take a serious look with his straight eyes.

  I don’t buy much clothes on weekdays. Most of the clothes I wear are designs sent to me by my fourth brother. It’s rare to come out, and it’s also related to An Nuo’s subsequent endorsement, so Murong Qiao takes it very seriously.

  Probably because she doesn't pay too much attention to dressing, so Murong Qiao's vision is very similar to the clothes designed by the fourth brother Yanxiu, and she doesn't like overly colorful styles.

  The design of one of the particularly beautiful off-the-shoulder evening dresses caught Murong Qiao's attention.

To put it in more detail, it should be a half-banquet and half-casual type. The off-the-shoulder design stretches the proportions of the human body very beautifully. Eye.

  Huo Yichen stood next to her, "If you like any one, try it, and occasionally you can try something different."

   "After all, today is up to you." He smiled and helped Murong Qiao take off the clothes, and handed them to her arms.

  The over-indulgence in the tone made Murong Qiao blush. She subconsciously glanced at the direction the clerk had just left, and felt a little embarrassed, but the subsequent happiness covered up the strangeness.

   "Then—I'll try it?" Murong Qiao glanced at the clothes in his hand.

I have to admit Huo Yichen's carefulness. The one he handed over was exactly the one Murong Qiao had stared at for the longest time just now. Even when he handed it over, he put the matching items on Murong Qiao very thoughtfully. hands.

  Huo Yichen nodded naturally, "Just go, I'll wait for you outside."

  Next to the two of them is the matching fitting room. Murong Qiao was already a little moved, but after being encouraged by Huo Yichen, he went straight to the fitting room.

   As a result, when he got to the fitting room, Murong Qiao realized that the clothes he tried on seemed a bit loose, and he was a bit embarrassed that he couldn't hang them on his body.

   Helpless, she had no choice but to carefully poke her head out from behind the curtain, looking for Huo Yichen's figure.

   "What's the matter?" Almost as soon as Murong Qiao raised his head, Huo Yichen noticed her gaze and looked up.

  Huo Yichen just sat on the rest stool, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and slender legs, he could attract a lot of attention.

  Murong Qiong was dazed for a moment, and then remembered his own affairs. "The size of this one is a bit small, Ah Chen...can you get me a new one?"

  Huo Yichen got up immediately.

  Murong Qiao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and wanted to take off this one on himself first.

  But the moment the zipper on the back was torn off by himself without warning, Murong Qiao suddenly felt a strand of hair being pulled down together, and hissed in pain, and quickly stopped pulling the zipper vigorously.

   "Qiao Qiao?" Huo Yichen's worried voice came from outside.

  As soon as he came back, he heard Murong Qiao's cry of pain, and stood outside frowning for a while, wondering whether he should go in or not.

   "I—" Murong Qiao touched the zipper on his back and blushed.

  Even with the help of a mirror, she can't see the hair and zipper behind her clearly, so she can't just pull her hair off...

   But the only person to turn to—

  Murong Qiao glanced at the curtain, and was a little ashamed to speak.

  Finally, after several struggles, she chose to speak to Huo Yichen.

   "...you come in."

  There was a faint voice coming from inside the curtain, if Huo Yichen hadn't been focused, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

  He frowned, stood in front of the curtain and hesitated for a while, then stretched out his hand, and the moment he opened the gap in the curtain, he let himself in, and didn't let outsiders get a glimpse of the scene inside.

  The fitting room was spacious enough for two people to stand, but the skirt of the tried-on dress took up more than half of the space, so that as soon as Huo Yichen entered, he saw Murong Qiao with his back turned to him, showing his fair and beautiful back.

  The skin is so fair that it seems a little transparent under the light, which looks very beautiful. It is half hidden by the long hair that hangs down, but you can see the beautiful lines of the neck extending from the bottom to the waist, and then disappearing along the dress.

  Just by glancing at it, the slightly **** scene was deeply imprinted in Huo Yichen's mind, which could never be erased.

   "The zipper seems to be caught in my hair..." Murong Qiao felt ashamed when he saw it, but he had to bite the bullet and tell the situation.

  She held the slightly loose clothes in discomfort, so as not to make her hair more painful when the whole body slipped down, and also to avoid the situation of "Happy Together".

  Huo Yichen came back to his senses when he heard Murong Qiao's words, "I...I will help you."

  He lowered his voice, and after regaining his senses, restrained himself and walked lightly to Murong Qiao's side, brushing away the rest of the hair with a force so gentle that Murong Qiao almost didn't feel it, and took out that strand for observation.

  But with such a rapid reduction in distance, Murong Qiao's eyes unconsciously turned to the mirror in front of her.

  In the floor-to-ceiling mirror, I and Huo Yichen seem to be sticking together in a very intimate posture at first glance. The other party buried his head on his neck, and his hands fell to his waist...

  Murong Qiao couldn't help but think about it, but in the next second, Huo Yichen felt slightly shuddered by the scorching breath sprayed on the back of his spine.

  This is really too close...