Chapter 14 What Do You Love Her For?

  After a somewhat awkward encounter with Li Yue, my heart seemed to calm down a lot overnight, or more precisely, became even more desperate.

  I finally know that love can't be preserved after all. Love is really a matter of two people, and unrequited love is just a one-person carnival.

  The next day, I made an appointment with Fang Wenke. I told him: "Take me to experience a rich man's life for a day, I want to be a princess for a day."

  Fang Wenke was surprised by my request, perhaps he would question the idea of doing so, but he still agreed without hesitation.

  Because this fingernail-sized request was too easy for him.

  And I did this just to superficially understand what kind of life a rich girl like Li Yue leads, and what Zhu Yang likes about her.

  I sat in the passenger seat of Fang Wenke's car without a doubt, and as for what brand the car was, I really didn't have a clue. I couldn't even describe how luxurious it felt.

  All I know is that the car looks great and sitting in it will attract many people's envious and jealous glances.

  I think this is the charm of money!

  Fang Wenke drove the car to a shopping mall where rich people gathered without any unexpected events.

  "Get down! My princess, I'll take you somewhere where you can have what a princess should have."

  I looked at Fang Wen Ke under his expensive sunglasses, I didn't know whether the eyes behind them were fond or pitied.

  Being led by Fang Wenke's hand, they walked into the mall, where a rich and fragrant scent wafted up to their noses, which could also be described as the fresh smell of newly printed RMB, extremely pleasant.

  After walking with Fang for a few steps, I found that what attracted attention in the mall was not individual expensive product counters.

  But it's the one-by-one orderly and attentive service staff, even the valuable place here is not in the goods, but in the father-and-mother-style service attitude.

  "My princess, do you like sweets? Or flowers? Or what?" Fang Wenke suddenly stopped his advancing footsteps and turned around to ask me this somewhat out-of-place question.

  "I love fried rice!" My answer revealed my country bumpkin nature without hesitation.

  Fang Wenke took off his glasses and smiled lightly at me.

  I looked up at him with a helpless and slightly painful expression, he pulled up my chubby little hand and continued to move forward.

  The first stop, Perfume Base.

  "Get me a perfume that smells like jasmine, the lighter and more lasting the better." Fang Wen said to the service staff in front of him who was wearing white gloves.

  I stared blankly at the female service staff in front of me, so it seems that all the beauties in the world have come to work as service staff in this kind of mall? The quality of employees here is really too high!

  I nervously accepted the perfume handed to me by the waiter, but before I could even steady it in my palm, Fang Wenke had already taken it from me with one hand.

  At that moment, I was really afraid that the perfume would fall to the ground, because I couldn't afford to pay for its expensive price.

  Fang Wenke skillfully sprayed a small amount on her wrist, sniffed it, and then waved it in front of me twice.

  "Wow! It smells so good!" I looked at Fang Wenke with surprise, but was met with his disdainful gaze.

  "This won't do, it's too strong, I want something light and refreshing."

  The waitress took the perfume and went to replace it with another one with a smile on her face and an attitude of respect.

  After calculating, Fang Wenke had troubled that waitress for seven or eight rounds before finally choosing my perfume.

  To be exact, it was his satisfactory perfume.

  He said that from now on, I have to spray this perfume every day.

  But when I glanced at the price tag, I was almost shocked by that few dozen milliliters of **, which is close to a four-digit price!

  "Fang Wenke, I still don't want to experience the life of a princess today!" I gripped the payment slip tightly in my hand, feeling an urge to die.

  "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Fang Wenke looked at me tensely.

  "It's not that it's not good, it's just too happy, like a dream come true, but the price is really too expensive, I'll feel guilty."

  "What's there to be afraid of? You're my woman, shouldn't I provide all these things for you?"

  I stared foolishly at Fang Wenke, I wasn't sure if I was moved or if my nerves had been numbed by the luxurious surroundings.

  Fang Wenke snatched the payment slip from my hand and went to pay the bill.