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Zuo Aiai was someone who had been a socialite before. She could recognize most of the luxury brands that she could name.

Armani, Louis Vuitton, these lousy street brands only occupied a small part of Jin Di's cloakroom. Most of them were handmade by the internationally renowned super design masters. ​​

Most of these masters would not write down the company brands that they worked for. They would only leave their own personal names and symbols on them.

Those who truly recognized the goods would probably be ecstatic when they saw these things. It would not be an exaggeration to say that these were collectibles.

However, Jin Di wore these clothes as if he was wearing ordinary clothes. He went to work on business trips and accompanied her to go shopping.

She silently felt that this man's style was... ... Not just ordinary high ! !

She used to think that she was quite high-end. However, ever since she got to know Jin di, she really felt that she was completely a woman!

After expressing her admiration and respect for this expensive cloakroom, she began to carefully pick out clothes for Jin di.

At this time, the temperature in Tokyo should be almost the same as that in Binhai city.

But to be on the safe side, she still looked at the weather forecast for the next week in Tokyo.

There might be rain in three days, cloudy in one day, and sunny in three days.

She frowned, took seven simple and generous hand-made shirts, which were all custom-made by Masters, folded them and put them into the magnesium alloy custom-made suitcase of the diplomat from Rimova.

Then, she took a dark blue suit and a silver-gray suit.

After spending so much time with him, she often saw him wear these two suits, and they looked particularly handsome.

She didn't bring too many shoes. One pair of shoes and one pair of spare shoes were enough.

She prepared the rest of the things. When she was done and walked out of the cloakroom, the door of the apartment just rang.

Jin Di opened the door and walked in. When he saw her, he naturally asked, "have you eaten? "

She looked at the time and confirmed that he was asking about dinner. She shook her head.

Jin Di did not say anything. When he walked in, he handed her something in his hand.

She took it and took a look. It was actually a lunchbox.

"This... What is it? "

"I've eaten. " Jin Dada was as reserved as gold. After saying that, he went into the bedroom to change his clothes and take a shower.

She went to the kitchen and opened the lunchbox. A strong fragrance assailed her nostrils. Inside was a full bucket of fragrant chicken soup.

The chicken was cooked very tender. It was golden yellow in color and sprinkled with a layer of chopped green onions.

The moment she smelled the fragrance, her craving was aroused... ... She took a bowl and spoon and scooped a bowl for herself to drink ...

When Jin di came out of the shower and put on his bathrobe, the phone just rang.

He picked it up to take a look and frowned. When he picked up the phone, he did not wait for the other party to speak before saying something.

"I've already brought the chicken soup to her. You've called her four times along the way. Don't you think you're tired? "

"..."

"I care about my grandson. WHY WOULD I be tired? You're an ungrateful Brat. I raised you up, and it's not easy for me to have a grandson. What's wrong with me calling a few times and asking a few questions? Are you still annoyed? You actually dare to be annoyed? "

Jin Dada:"..."

"that... that... when you were drinking the chicken soup, did you say if it was good? "