The crybaby nanny was bullied and cried again by her yandere husband.

"pain?"

Isabella was somewhat puzzled.

"Haven't you done this before?"

Lin Zhao felt a little shy when this was mentioned, and subconsciously wanted to lower her head, but Isa supported her.

Don't look down.

Lin Zhao could only tilt her head back, close her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, and it took her a long time to speak.

"Yes, I did it once, but it hurt too much, and I was scared, so Brother Ayu, I stopped."

Isabella paused for a moment, then released him.

"What did you say? He could actually tolerate this?"

Lin Zhao opened his eyes and nodded.

Isa said that's really good, it fits the image of President Shang, and he's really good at enduring.

"Oh, how should I put it? These things are like that—the first time you're unfamiliar with them, the second time you get used to them, and then it gets better. Besides, you're in so much pain, I guess it's because..."

He thought for a moment, then felt a little amused. He glanced outside discreetly, and only after confirming that Shang Yu was not there did he lower his voice and say something.

"I suspect it's because Mr. Shang's technique is lacking. Foreplay is very important; if it's done well, it won't hurt."

"Foreplay?"

Lin Zhao asked again.

This Isha is harder to explain.

"Okay, let's add each other as friends. I'll send you a few videos later, so you can watch them and learn something when you have time."

After saying that, he took the phone and opened the QR code.

"You'll learn this by watching, and if you don't, you can just... that way it won't hurt."

"Can I do it myself?"

Lin Zhao has been bombarded with so much knowledge today that she can hardly take it all in.

Isa nodded, looking completely nonchalant, which made Lin Zhao utterly admire her.

"You're amazing, how do you know everything?"

Isabella choked. What was she supposed to say? That her husband was a pervert who had been forcibly "trained" by her?

He still has a sense of shame.

"Hey, what's the big deal? You'll know once you do it. And let me tell you, don't think there's anything wrong with this kind of thing."

"Desire is human nature, and appropriate intimacy can enhance the relationship between two people."

Lin Zhao nodded thoughtfully, and Isa added.

"Besides, I don't think President Shang can play the platonic game with you forever. You'd better watch out, or someone might snatch him away!"

He was just teasing Lin Zhao with those words, but he didn't expect Lin Zhao to actually take them to heart.

If Isabella finds out, she'll definitely demand that they have a separate table for their wedding.

"Alright, now close your eyes again."

Lin Zhao obediently closed his eyes. This time he didn't ask what Plato was, but he could probably guess.

It's just that a man can't never do that kind of thing again. If you don't accept it, there will be another person...

Who could that person be?

Could it be Miss Lin?

His little head started wandering again, and all sorts of thoughts came to mind.

He only snapped out of his daze when Isabella finished applying the light-colored lip gloss to his lips, clapped her hands, and looked at her work with satisfaction.

"Perfect, so beautiful, baby."

He couldn't help but cry out.

Lin Zhao subconsciously reached out to touch his face, but Isa grabbed his wrist tightly.

"No, you mustn't. Even if the sky falls tonight, you're not allowed to touch your face. You have to stay perfect, understand?"

Lin Zhao didn't understand, but she was obedient and nodded obediently.

"Alright, let's go pick out some clothes now."

He had just finished speaking and was about to pull Lin Zhao downstairs when he stopped, thinking of something.

"No, I need you to have a perfect look. Here, pick out which outfits you like on my phone, and I'll go down and get them for you in a bit. We'll go down after you've finished your hair and clothes."

Isa handed him the tablet, which Lin Zhao took. It displayed a selection of high-end custom-made suits. He scrolled through them one by one; they were all very attractive, but he couldn't choose one.

His fingers paused for a moment when his gaze fell on a pink suit.

He hasn't tried this color yet. Actually, he's always liked pink, but he's never dared to wear it. At most, he wears things with small pink patterns.

Isa looked at this piece the longest and gave her opinion.

"This is nice, it suits you well, the fitted style will accentuate your waistline."

With another person's opinion and what Shang Yu had said before, Lin Zhao decided to push himself a little. Anyway, he would be with his master tonight, and if anyone said anything against him, his master would definitely help him.

Okay, that's the decision.

So Lin Zhao finally chose this suit.

When Isa went downstairs to get her clothes, she saw Shang Yu standing at the bottom of the stairs, pacing back and forth. She didn't know how long he had been standing there.

The styling is all done, except for choosing a suit.

Upon seeing the person come down, Shang Yu immediately looked behind him, but did not see the person he wanted to see, and frowned.

Isa walked up to him.

"Don't rush, you'll be downstairs in a bit after you're dressed. Isn't it all about making a perfect appearance?"

Shang Yu ignored him and remained standing at the top of the stairs, gazing up at the stairs like a statue waiting for its husband.

Isa smiled helplessly, went to get her suit and went upstairs. She was stopped by Shang Yu when she walked up to him.

"Wait, which one did he choose?"

Isabella raised her hand.

"Look, this one is pink. You have good taste."

"pink?"

Shang Yu repeated, looking at the suit in his hand; it really was pink.

"He chose it himself?"

"OK."

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips, indicating that he had taken it to heart.

When Isha saw his inexplicably creepy smile, she quickly went upstairs to leave, but was stopped by him.

He turned his head impatiently.

"What's wrong now?"

Shang Yu coughed lightly.

"Thank you for today, and also..."

He paused.

"I apologize for having some prejudice against you before."

Isa paused, knowing that many people were prejudiced against him.

Shang Yu hadn't actually done anything special. When they first met, he took the initiative to greet him, but the CEO ignored him.

But when he later learned that he had been kicked out and that the man had offered to cooperate with him, the man helped him. So he had long since stopped caring. However, hearing those words warmed his heart.

"Oh, it's no big deal. Just give me a little more money later."

Shang Yu nodded.

"OK."

After Isha left, Shang Yu stood there for a while longer. To be honest, when he first saw Lin Zhao, he had a preconceived notion that someone who looked like that would always be restless.

In the end, however, it was he who was restless. He smiled helplessly. Lin Zhao was not the only one who needed to grow.

Seeing that it was almost time, the assistant carefully walked up to Shang Yu.

"Mr. Shang, would you like to choose some clothes?"

Shang Yu nodded and walked towards the suit section. Unsurprisingly, he chose a pink couple's suit, although his was white. But anyone with eyes could tell at a glance that the two were exactly the same style.

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After changing his clothes, Shang Yu stood at the top of the stairs again, constantly looking up at the time: five minutes, ten minutes...

He was getting impatient; just as he was about to step onto the stairs, he saw people coming down.