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With the complex feeling of being told by the housekeeper who took care of him from childhood to admonish him not to enter the women's bathroom again, Meng Lang walked to two black-curtained dressing rooms.

Hold it back, forget it, everything is to make my brother enter the night game smoothly, participate in the national war, a little stigma, but it is regarded as a pervert who forcibly broke into the women's toilet.

It doesn't matter, I don't matter.

(The Voice of Mystery: Then why are you crying?)

This is the sweat of the soul! ! !

"Small or! You surrender! The suit I chose has broken through the sky! You have no chance! Wow hahahaha!!!"

One of the two dressing rooms with black curtains in front of him made a triumphant and arrogant voice, and the black line of Meng Lang waiting outside was silent.

By the way, I forgot to watch it just now, what suits did these two guys choose...

And my brother, I’m curious, where is the confidence of you who has never touched a suit?

Well, from the perspective of contact, no matter how you think it is small or the odds of winning are greater, after all, you are the children of a big family, even if you don’t choose, just follow the way you originally passed...

"Brother Meng, I'll change it."

Huh!

Then at this moment, Gou Yu opened the curtains, fastened the buttons, and wore a dark and old-fashioned suit. At first glance, there seemed to be no problem.

But I watched too much, how do I look like I was going to attend a funeral...

rash:(?_?)

You lost, or.

"What! Xiaoor, you are faster than me!"

Swish!

Fang Ran wore a light pink suit and unbuttoned his shirt, a picture of bohemian love for freedom, full of **** breath towards Xiaoor.

Sorry, you guys are tied.

Meng Lang couldn't bear to look straight and covered his face.

I drop to the sky, are you two guys who sent me to make me happy when I was too stressed?

With your outfit, you are sure we can get into the Vanity Fair on that cruise ship! ?

"My brother hasn't seen the world before and elected that virtue..."

Meng Lang's eyes twitched and brows stared at Gou Yu, holding his forehead angrily and said:

"Xiao Or, you are also a young master from a big family anyway. It's fine if you don't choose your usual dinner party, but what do you mean you have to choose according to the specifications of the funeral of the participants!?"

"puff..."

"You're a shameless pink guy, but you are ashamed to laugh at others!"

Seeing Fang Ran couldn't help snickering, Meng Lang suddenly furious!

"No, Brother Meng, you have a serious misunderstanding of me."

Listening to Meng Lang's complaints, Gou Yu retorted very seriously:

"I don't have to choose the suit for the funeral. I only wear the suit for the funeral."

Gou Yu gave a serious explanation:

"I was in the research room during the annual meeting. I didn't attend a dinner party or anything in the Li family. To be precise, I was just like the captain who had never seen the world."

rash:"......"

What's the matter with the bitter sympathy mixed in the feeling that I understand that I blamed you wrong...

"Hi, brother, how is this one of me? Isn't it trendy? It fits the upper class?"

Fang Ran opened his hands like he showed off his light pink open suit.

Meng Lang looked at him in silence, then patted him on the shoulder, and said kindly:

"Brother."

"The upper class pays attention to luxury and elegance, exquisite fabrics and meticulous workmanship, which contain various things that enhance a person's taste. You can simply understand it as a high standard, and it has nothing to do with the tide."

Fang Ran looked at him speechlessly, feeling that Meng Lang's eyes were full of caress for mental retardation when he looked at him.

"Moreover, if you want to wear a light pink suit to look good, the requirements for appearance and temperament are very high. Good-looking people wear it very beautifully, such as a certain deer star."

"And you don't fit it right now, so I can only imagine Wang Baoqiang, do you understand what I said?"

Fang Ran: "..."

Brother, your analogy is really annoying.

"Okay, I have a good understanding of the level of your two suits."

Meng Lang sighed his forehead and pretended to pick out the customized suit he prepared from the hanger.

"Fortunately, I have chosen for you, please check out."

After a while, the three people walked out of the Zegna suit shop.

Fang Ran carrying a bag...

"Where shall we go next? Shall we go to eat?"

Fang Ran, who hadn't eaten a box of lunch at all, asked seriously.

"Brother, I should have told you that we still have shirts, shoes, ties, watches and other equipment but haven't bought them. What makes you feel that we can go to dinner when we are done?"

Meng Lang looked at him with three big bags and glanced at him and said.

Fang Ran suddenly suffered a bit...

Isn't it

"Brother...I am the one who I am the worst at shopping...Every time my mother goes shopping, I give it to my dad..."

"It's useless to say more, leave you!"

...

...

Three hours later.

"Ha... ha... huh... I'm going... brother, how many things are we going to buy..."

Beijing, one of the most luxurious shopping malls in Dongjiang District.

Fang Ran followed Meng Lang with a tired whistling and panting, carrying a big bag, and once again understood a truth.

Shopping is a personal effort.

Especially go shopping with people who love to go shopping.

"Oh, my brother, you can go shopping with you like rubbish. I am very worried about what you will do if you have a girlfriend in the future, brother."

Meng Lang pretended to sigh helplessly.

"Asshole!! You don't need to carry your bag!!"

Fang Ran looked at this guy who was standing and talking, and couldn't wait to drop the big bag of his two hands and hit him hard.

but.

He dare not.

Because the price of these things in his hand...

The expensive one is beyond his imagination.

Not to mention suits, leather shoes, ties, shirts, etc. Meng Lang chose foreign brands that he didn't know. Just give you a chestnut that you can understand in an instant.

The bottom three small boxes in the fourth bag from the left in Fang Ran's right hand are the collar supports they just bought.

Just a long piece of ~www.NovelMTL.com~ inserted into the collar of the shirt to make it look upright.

But it is made of gold.

...

dry!

His mother didn't even know what a collar brace was before today, but now there is a gold collar brace in the bag!

I go!

A thing that supports the collar of a shirt is actually made of gold! ?

Isn’t it the same when I poke two chopsticks and cut the inside?

No one can see it anyway.

Even if you can't see it, you resolutely choose to use gold as a collar and silently pretend that this is the upper class...?

Poverty really limits my imagination...

And if you buy this kind of thing, will the night bureau really be reimbursed... (in tears)

So letting Meng Lang triumph, Fang Ran didn't dare to throw down this big bag and fight with him.

Because, in the unlikely event of a bump, the frugal habitual felt that he might be choked with heartache.

"An, an, almost everything is finished, we have the last place to go."

Meng Lang smiled and comforted him.

"Really?"

"of course."

Then Meng Lang chose the election from left to right, and happily decided to go to the next one, pushing Fang Ran in.

"Eh... bro, this shop is not for selling things..."

"Don't worry, don't worry, this is really the last one. You can eat right away."

Meng Lang smiled kindly with a thumbs up, and then shouted at the luxuriously decorated and high-end store:

"Come to someone with the best craftsmanship and give me the one who can tidy up his hair within three hours to the top banquet immediately."

Fang Ran: "..."

Damn it! Brother, I knew you wouldn’t be so kind!

You **** have to starve me for three more hours!

Lost you rem!