The Magician of Clow

Chapter 217 Really, Poverty Really Limits Your Imagination
With the complicated mood of being warned by the housekeeper who took care of him since he was a child not to go into the women's bathroom again, Meng Lang walked to two dressing rooms with black curtains.

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

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

(Voice of Mystery: Then why are you crying?)
This is the sweat of the soul! ! !

"Xiao or! You admit defeat! The suit I chose is already so handsome that it breaks through the sky! You have no chance! Wahahahaha!!!"

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

By the way, I forgot to read it just now, what kind of suits did these two guys choose?
And bro, I'm curious, where do you get the confidence for a dick who has never touched a suit before?

Well, from the perspective of contact, no matter how you think about it, it is small or the chance of winning is higher. After all, you are a child of a big family, even if you don’t know how to choose, just stick to your original appearance.
"Brother Meng, I've changed."

Swish!
Then at this moment, Gou Yu pulled open the curtains, fastened the buttons, and was wearing a dark, old-fashioned suit. At first glance, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.

But after watching too much, it looks like he is going to attend someone's funeral
rash:(_)
It was you who lost, little or.

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

Swish!
Fangran was wearing a light pink suit with his shirt open, looking at Xiao or with a bohemian, unrestrained love for freedom, full of playboy air.

Sorry, you're a draw.

Meng Lang couldn't bear to look directly at him and covered his face.

Oh my god, are you two the ones God sent to make me happy when I saw that I was under too much pressure?

You're dressed like this, you're sure we can sneak into the Vanity Fair on that cruise ship! ?

"My brother has never seen the world and chooses that kind of virtue."

The corners of Meng Lang's eyes twitched and his brows twitched as he stared at Gou Yu, Fu forehead said angrily:
"Xiaohe, you are also a young master from a big family, so it's fine if you don't choose according to your usual dinner party, but what do you mean by choosing according to the specifications of the attendee's funeral!?"

"puff"

"You're so pink, you still have the nerve to laugh at others!"

Seeing that Fangran couldn't help snickering, Meng Lang said angrily!

"No, Brother Meng, your words have seriously misunderstood me."

Listening to Meng Lang's complaints, Gou Yu retorted very seriously:
"I don't have to wear suits to funerals, I only wear suits to other people's funerals."

Gou Yu gave a serious explanation:
"I was in the research room during the annual meeting. I didn't attend any dinner parties at Li's house. To be precise, like the captain, I belong to the type who has never seen the world."

rash:"."

What's with this bitter sympathy mixed with the feeling that I'm wrong about you?
"Hey bro, how about this one of mine? Is it trendy? It's very high-society?"

Fangran opened his hands to show him his light pink open suit.

Meng Lang looked at him silently, then patted him on the shoulder, and said kindly and earnestly:

"Brother."

"The high society pays attention to luxury and elegance, exquisite fabrics and meticulous workmanship. There are all kinds of things that enhance a person's taste contained in it. You can simply understand it as high-end style, which has nothing to do with whether it is trendy or not."

Fangran looked at him speechlessly, and felt that meng lang's eyes were full of fucking care for the mentally retarded when he looked at him.

"Besides, if you want to look good in a light pink suit, you have very high requirements for appearance and temperament. Good-looking people look very good in it, such as a certain celebrity with the surname Lu."

"And it's so inappropriate for you to wear it now that I can only imagine Wang Baoqiang. Do you understand when I say that?"

Fang Ran: "."

Dude, your analogy is really annoying.

"Okay, I already have a full understanding of the suit levels of your two choices."

Meng Lang lifted his forehead and sighed, then pretended to be casual and picked out the custom-made suit he had prepared from the hanger.

"Fortunately, I've already chosen for you, please settle the bill."

Moments later, the three walked out of Zegna's suit shop.

Fang Ran was carrying her bag.
"Where are we going next? To dinner?"

Fangran, who was not full from a box of lunch, asked seriously.

"Brother, I should have told you that we still have shirts, leather shoes, ties, watches and other equipment that we haven't bought. What gave you the illusion that we can go to dinner after we're done?"

Meng Lang glanced at him who was carrying three big bags and said.

Fangran suddenly had a bitter face.
Isn't it

"Brother, I'm the worst at shopping. Every time my mother goes shopping, I blame my dad."

"It's useless to talk too much, let's go!"

three hours later.

"Haha. Huh. I'm going to brother, how many things do we have to buy?"

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

Fangran followed meng lang tiredly, wheezing and wheezing with the big bags, and once again understood a truth.

Shopping is physical work.

Especially for those who love to go shopping.

"Hey, brother, with your rubbish level of accompanying shopping, I am very worried about what will happen to you if you have a girlfriend in the future, brother."

Meng Lang pretended to be helpless and sighed.

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

Fangran looked at this guy who was standing and talking without back pain, and wished he could drop the bags in his hands and beat him hard in the face.

but.

He dare not.

Because, the price of these things in his hand.
Expensive beyond his imagination.

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

The bottom three small boxes in the fourth bag from the left on Fangran's right hand were the collar braces they just bought.

It's just a small piece of strip, which is used to stick in the collar of a shirt to make it look tall and straight.

But it's made of gold.

Dry!
Damn, I didn't even know what a collar stay was before today, but now I have a gold collar stay in my bag!
I go!

A thing that supports the collar of a shirt is actually made of gold! ?
I stick out two chopsticks and cut the stuffing, isn't it the same?
No one else can see it anyway.

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

Poverty, really limits my imagination.
And if you buy this kind of thing, will the night bureau really reimburse you? (tears streaming down my face)
So even though meng lang was complacent, Fangran didn't dare to throw down this big bag and fight him to the death.

Because, if this happens, Fangran, who has become a habit of frugality, feels that he may be heartbroken and suffocate.

"Ah, ah, I'm almost done shopping, there's only one last place we need to go."

Meng Lang smiled and comforted him.

"Really?"

"of course."

Then Meng Lang chose left and right, happily decided on the one next door, and pushed Fangran in.

"Hey bro, this store doesn't sell anything"

"Don't worry, don't worry, this is really the last one, you can eat soon."

Meng Lang gave a kind smile with a thumbs up, and then shouted to the luxuriously decorated, high-end store:

"Come to someone with the best workmanship, who can give me his hair in three hours so that he can attend the top banquet right away."

Fang Ran: "."

Fuck!Brother, I knew you wouldn't be so kind!
You fucking want to starve me for another three hours!

Lose you Rem!
(End of this chapter)