### My Personal Stylist
Ye Feimo was waiting for Wen Nuan at the school gate. She ran out quickly and immediately saw his car parked across the street. Wen Nuan looked at her classmates around her, but she didn't care. She got into Ye Feimo's car. Ye Feimo had four cars, and today he was driving a BMW. He didn't drive this one very often, and with the windows up, no one recognized it anyway. Besides, Wen Nuan came from a good family, and her dad used to pick her up in a BMW often, so her classmates were used to it.
"Why are you so late?" Ye Feimo started the car and drove away. He had been waiting for half an hour. He thought someone might have bullied her. He knew that Wen Nuan wasn't popular at school, so he had a feeling his wife might have been bullied when she stayed for a while. But seeing the smile on her face, he could tell she was in a good mood, so he changed his mind.
