Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

According to the agreement between Mu Zhou and Guan Zhuoyan, the previous king's coup was over and Mu Zhou's mission was also over.

She should get the five million.

Mu Zhou was a little embarrassed to mention money, but he had to bring it up now.

"Thanks to your status, I've already solved my father's problem, but I still owe some money to some neighbors and friends..."

Under Guan Zhuoyan's gaze, Mu Zhou's ears turned red.

This reminded him of her blushing face and the forbearing look she showed when she was under him just now.

His throat tightened, and Guan Zhuoyan couldn't help but loosen the buttons on his collar. He lowered his eyes and put on his white gloves again:

"I'll deposit five million into your account, and..."

He looked at Mu Zhou again, his eyes dimmed:

"Until I can confirm everything, you are still my wife. If you have any problems, you can come to me and I will help you solve them. But you must also follow your wife's duties and keep your distance from other men."

It is a reminder and a warning.

Mu Zhou stared at him for a few seconds and finally gave in.

"I see."

After everyone left, Mu Zhou's account soon received a notification that five million had arrived.

She lazily lay back on the sofa.

A familiar smell came to my face.

Even though Guan Zhuoyan has left, his unique scent still remains in the air.

It causes unnecessary stress.

Mu Zhou took off his coat and took another shower before going to bed.

The mission was easily accomplished and she could have a good sleep tonight.

*

Early the next morning, a call came from the Guan family's old house.

Today is the anniversary of the President's inauguration, and a banquet will be held in the evening. The Guan family and the President are related by marriage, and given Guan Zhuoyan's position, Mu Zhou, as the commander's wife, naturally has to attend.

When I arrived at Guan's house, Qi Ranfeng was choosing clothes.

She will also attend the banquet tonight.

Major brands sent many styles of dresses. Qi Ranfeng had never worn any of them before, so she needed to try them slowly and choose a style that suits her.

Mu Zhou was not in a hurry. He just sat aside playing with his phone, waiting for her to try them one by one.

It was not until nearly two hours later, when Mu Zhou had just finished watching a movie, that Qi Ranfeng finally picked out the dress that best suited her.

A short puffy fairy dress, playful and cute, suits her age and personality very well.

Seeing Mu Zhou sitting there bored, Qi Ranfeng felt a little embarrassed:

"I'm sorry, Sister Mu. Did I delay you for too long and affect your choice of dress?"

Mu Zhou waved his hand without even raising his head:

"No delay, my dress will be customized and is on the way."

She wasn't going to choose from any of these dresses.

As soon as she arrived, she took a quick look at the styles and found nothing suitable for her, so she asked the housekeeper to contact the brand.

Her behavior made Qi Ranfeng feel that she must be angry.

Otherwise, if the room is full of new dresses and no style is available, why would you need to order new ones?

It was obvious that she was in a bad mood.

Qi Ranfeng was about to speak when Guan Zhuoyan came back.

This was the first time Qi Ranfeng saw Guan Zhuoyan wearing a military uniform.

The uniform is very formal, with the discipline buttons fastened tightly to the top, which is rigorous and abstinent.

The gleaming metal of the epaulettes was as sharp as a cold sword, and the straight military uniform had an inhuman air.

Such a cold and solemn expression made Qi Ranfeng subconsciously feel fear.

But that handsome and stern face still made her want to get closer.

She ran to Guan Zhuoyan happily:

"Brother Zhuoyan, look, do I look good in this?"

As she spoke, she turned around, and her skirt fluttered in the air, making her look like an elf in the woods.

Even the housekeeper beside her couldn't help but admire her. Although this little girl was born on a small island, she was like a gem covered in dust. Now, after a little dressing up, she looked so radiant.

But even though such a beautiful scene was right before his eyes, Guan Zhuoyan's gaze remained unchanged, without a trace of surprise in his eyes.

He just replied in a cold voice:

"I don't understand this."

The answer was completely unromantic.

Qi Ranfeng pouted, turned around and saw Mu Zhou also put down his phone, and said:

"Brother Zhuo Yan, please help me persuade Sister Mu."

She sighed in frustration:

"Maybe I tried on the clothes, and Sister Mu was unhappy and didn't want to wear them. I had to have them custom-made and sent back. I was afraid it would be too late and delay the ceremony tonight. If I had known earlier, I would have let Sister Mu try them first."

Qi Ranfeng thought that this must be the reason why Mu Zhou didn't even look at these dresses.

She hated herself for trying.

Qi Ranfeng also felt a little aggrieved. She felt that she was being looked down upon.

It's just clothes, there's no harm in trying it on.

At worst, she could let Mu Zhou choose first next time.

While she was still thinking about it, Mu Zhou looked at Guan Zhuoyan with a reproachful look and then frowned.

He looked angry but dared not speak out.

Guan Zhuoyan was silent for a moment, and when he noticed that Mu Zhou uncomfortably tightened his tightly covered collar, he suddenly understood.

His eyes scanned the rows of dresses.

Perhaps for the sake of beauty, almost all dress styles are one-shoulder or tube-top with large necklines.

Even though some of the pieces are relatively conservative and cover the neck completely, there will still be a certain degree of exposure on the shoulders or waist.

He almost lost his composure last night, and her skin was so delicate and fair.

It was easy for him to leave many marks on her body.

Even if she stopped in time, there were still ambiguous red marks on her waist, chest and shoulders.

She certainly couldn't wear these dresses.

Thinking of this, Guan Zhuoyan seemed to be hooked by something in his heart.

He clenched his fist with one hand and whispered softly to suppress the restlessness in his chest. He said to Mu Zhou with a calm face:

"I'll have the designers from the etiquette department come directly here. If you have any requirements, tell them and they'll definitely make them before the ceremony begins."

The Ministry of Etiquette is a national department that brings together top designers. When the king, queen, president, commander and others attend important occasions, their clothing, hairstyle and makeup are designed by people from the Ministry of Etiquette.

Guan Zhuoyan never cared about these things. He wore military uniform when attending important occasions, so the etiquette department was never used.

This is the first time such a request has been made.

Mu Zhou did not comment on Guan Zhuoyan's arrangement.

Anyway, he is the culprit and we should find a way to solve the problem.

Ye Jing happened to be going downstairs and heard all this.

She glanced at Mu Zhou, then looked at her serious son.

She was extremely surprised when her son suddenly said he wanted to marry a commoner girl, but she had never been able to interfere in her son's life, so she had no choice but to agree.

She guessed that her son must like this girl, but after getting married, her son still devoted himself to work and the army, which made her doubt again.

But now it seems that even with amnesia, her son still dotes on her very much, he must really like her.

On the other side, Qi Ranfeng, who was ignored, was a little confused.

She always felt that Mu Zhou and Guan Zhuoyan had some strange looks in their eyes, as if there was some little secret that she didn't know.