The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me-Chapter 2127 - 2550: Improper

After all, she is the First Lady, so she naturally couldn’t be impolite, but since this is someone else’s wedding, she couldn’t be too flashy either.

So what exactly should she wear? This really required some careful selection. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Wear pink?" It’s festive and wouldn’t steal the spotlight.

"Trying to look young?" She’s about to turn thirty, wearing pink, can’t she wear something more age-appropriate?

"Who said you’re old? So many actresses in their thirties are still playing teenage girls. They don’t think of it as pretending to be young."

"Well, there’s no choice. The young ones don’t have the acting skills, and the skilled ones aren’t that young, so they’re forced into it. I don’t need to force myself into pink to pretend to be young."

Aging is just aging, everyone has a day when they grow old, what’s wrong with admitting it?

At least Ye Ranran does it gracefully; she acknowledges she’s not young anymore.

"Well, you handle it yourself then." Jun Mochan thought he couldn’t reason with her.

She’s clearly not that old, why does she always act so old-fashioned?

"Aren’t you my husband? What’s wrong with giving some advice?" Who else could she discuss this with besides him?

"If Rourou were here, I’d definitely choose her over you." She was completely out of options.

"I did give my opinion, you just didn’t listen." Jun Mochan spread his hands, looking utterly innocent.

"Alright, alright, I won’t talk to you anymore, I’ll choose myself." Ye Ranran walked into the wardrobe.

Women are so hard to please, Jun Mochan thought as he lay on the bed.

Due to his recovery, aside from some essential tasks, he had handed everything else over to Zhou Xian and Chu Ji.

After all, both the line and the trap are set; it’s only a matter of reeling it in now, leaving him free to rest.

But his wife was getting harder to please, Jun Mochan helplessly laughed, his smile full of indulgence.

In the wardrobe, Ye Ranran picked and chose, finally settling on a magenta dress.

It had a black short-sleeved top and a magenta skirt that revealed her thighs.

Ye Ranran tried it on, thought it was alright, and walked out, doing a spin in front of Jun Mochan: "How is it? Does it look good?"

Jun Mochan saw nothing but those two fair and tender legs of hers, for some reason, he found it particularly eye-catching.

"Not good, not good, change it."

"What’s wrong with it?" She had just looked in the mirror, she thought it was alright.

"Are you going to buy meat or something, showing so much?" Jun Mochan said it as if it was obvious.

"Jun Mochan." Ye Ranran lunged at him.

Jun Mochan didn’t dodge, caught her and then flipped over, pressing her beneath him.

"Feeling *** because you’re full and warm?" His hand slipped under her skirt.

"Your wound isn’t healed yet, be careful not to move too much and tear it open. If the doctor asks, the one embarrassed will be you." Ye Ranran reminded him.

"No worries, if I die under a peony, I’ll still be charming as a ghost." Jun Mochan kissed her.

He’s getting more improper, Ye Ranran pointed to the time on the wall: "It’s still early, be careful the baby might come in."

"Let them come, it doesn’t matter." Jun Mochan’s hand kept moving upwards,

Rascal, Ye Ranran pulled his hand out, pushed him away, sat up, adjusted her clothes, and glanced at herself saying: "I still like this one, I’ll go with this."

"If you don’t change it, I’m going to tear it off." Jun Mochan hugged her from behind.