My Revenge Life,Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 456

Seeing that it was Noah's call, she hooked the corners of her mouth slightly and pressed answer, "What's wrong, Hubby? Miss me?"

As she spoke, her tone began to become would be more gentle, smiling.

"Where are you?" Noah asked.

"I'm at Grand Treasure Plaza, I want to help you choose some clothes, how about you?" Jocelyn asked.

"I'm here too." said Noah.

On the other side of the phone, Noah was on the women's wear floor below her and was patrolling the shop with a bunch of management and a dozen bodyguards.

Everyone behind him was trembling, not daring to utter a word.

He was wearing a tailored white shirt with black trousers.

A thousand stars seemed to converge on him alone, and although he was surrounded by countless people, all they could see was him.

Everywhere he went, everything was automatically reduced to a backdrop.

The eyes of the clerks and passers-by were all focused on him.

Everywhere he went, he was greeted with a sweet voice, "Welcome."

And he never gave a single look to anyone else.

"Where are you?" He asked again, his tone becoming soft.

"I'm on this floor of the men's Gucci shop here." Jocelyn looked around and gave a truthful account.

"Wait for me there, I'll be right down, I'm upstairs from you." He said.

"Okay."

"Be good, okay?" He said again, his tone still gentle.

The mall management, who had been nervously following him, instantly looked at each other one by one.

There definitely wouldn't be another person who could make their president treat them so gently, other than their president's wife!

At this moment, those female managers could not help but envy their president's wife in their hearts.

Hanging up the phone, Noah then led a group of people to the lift and descended the stairs with great pomp and circumstance.

The huge array, all of a sudden, pulled everyone's eyes downstairs to Noah.

Numerous people began to can't help but exclaim.

"Why does he look so familiar? Is it Noah?"

"After seeing him, I feel that all the male protagonists of all the novels I've read about the overbearing chief have all got faces."

"So handsome, Noah is really so handsome!"

At this moment, Noah is where the women's eyes go.

He still didn't look at anyone, he just stepped towards Jocelyn's position with an indifferent face.

In front of the Gucci shop, Jocelyn was quietly carrying her things and waiting for Noah.

When she raised her eyes, she saw Noah, surrounded by a group of people, walking towards her.

It was clear that there were many people around, but their eyes were only on each other.

The lights of the mall were dazzling, illuminating him.

Under her gaze, Noah walked step by step to her.

In an instant, the coldness in his eyes disappeared.

"Whatever his wife bought, he likes it."

"God, I've never seen the president look at anyone with that kind of eyes, it's too gentle."

"Our madam is so lucky. I envy her."

"I don't even think I deserve to envy her because she's really good looking, she deserves to be loved."

Their words, all in a whisper, were not heard by Jocelyn and Noah.

"Let's go to Gucci and have a look." Jocelyn pointed to the shop next to her.

"Okay." Noah smiled and took her hand into the shop.

Six bodyguards followed and entered, while the rest stood neatly in front of the shop.

The clerks of the shop, seeing that Noah had come with Jocelyn, instantly began to tremble again.

A few of the idle clerks and came over to the two.

One of them, a short-haired clerk tried to give a smile and asked, "Excuse me, what type do you want to buy, President?"

"As she pleases." Noah said as he continued to naturally wrap his arm around Jocelyn's waist and gave the clerk an indifferent look.

"We will just look around, don't mind us, I'll let you know when we need help." Jocelyn added.

The clerks then nodded respectfully.

Just at this time, a middle-aged couple next to them argued.

"Why are you such a strange person? Who am I to buy clothes according to your request? I wear the clothes, not you. I like this white one on me, I don't like that one."

The male stood in front of the dressing mirror with a disgruntled face and looked at the white shirt he was wearing, complaining.