He secretly changed his character

“No wonder there’s a picture of you here.”

"This room is never open to the public. It is my private residence. I usually stay here for ten days or half a month when I am on a business trip or on vacation."

"How many properties do you have under the Fei family's name?"

"I don't know. There are too many to count." Fei Mingze was lying on the bed. "This doesn't include my mother's property."

"Compared to your grandfather's family and your Fei family, who is richer?"

"My grandpa's house."

"What does your grandpa's family do?"

“Global shipping and import and export trade.”

"This is a big business, no wonder they are so rich."

"Of course. Our family has businesses in more than half of the countries around the world. In other words, no matter which city you go to, you will not sleep on the streets."

Leonardo da Vinci, [Double kill.]

Lu Zichu yawned continuously and fell on the bed to sleep.

He had been busy all day and had taken a twelve-hour flight across half the world. Now, according to the time in the capital, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

His biological clock told him that it was time to go to bed.

Fei Mingze was unwilling to let him go, "Go take a shower."

"No. I'm so sleepy."

"You don't have to wash it, I'll throw you out."

Lu Zichu knew that Fei Mingze was a severe mysophobia and a man of his word. If she didn't take a shower, he would definitely not let her go to bed.

If Fei Mingze lived in his own place on normal days, he, as the host, would naturally not be afraid. But this time the situation had changed and he, Lu Zichu, had to bow his head as he was under someone else's roof.

So no matter how reluctant you are, you have to take a shower.

Five minutes later, Lu Zichu walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe.

Fei Mingze looked worried, sitting on the bed in a daze.

He only glanced at Lu Zichu and then looked away, "Blow dry your hair."

Lu Zichu began to blow dry his wet hair. Fortunately, the hair was short, and the moisture disappeared in two or three minutes. He put down the hair dryer, looked at Fei Mingze and asked, "Can we go to bed now?"

Fei Mingze suddenly leaned over. Lu Zichu was startled and crossed his arms to protect himself. "What... are you going to do?"

Fei Mingze did not answer. With a cold face, he pulled the quilt that Lu Zichu was pressing under him and covered him with it.

Lu Zichu was even more unsure. He felt that he had been feeling extremely strange all day. It was indescribable.

He watched him put on a bathrobe and walk into the bathroom. A wave of tiredness came over him and he fell into a deep sleep.

When I got up again, it was already seven o'clock in the morning Milan time.

Fei Mingze was having dinner in a restaurant outside. He was already dressed, wearing a wine-colored shirt and a midnight blue suit. He had a tie pin on his collar. It was still the emerald carriage tie pin.

It was so expensive that it was outrageous, and at the same time, it made Lu Zichu's eyes turn red with envy.

He went to the bathroom to wash up, then came to the restaurant, sat opposite Fei Mingze, and started eating.

Fei Mingze didn't say anything, but it could be seen that his mood was better than yesterday.

Lu Zichu asked while eating, "When is the fashion show?"

Fei Mingze said, "Don't talk while eating, and don't talk while sleeping."

Lu Zichu snorted, "I don't believe you don't talk in your sleep. Next time I get the chance, I will record it and slap you in the face."

After finishing the meal, Lu Zichu asked again, "Can you tell me now?"

Fei Mingze, "We will enter at 6pm, and the event will officially begin at 7pm. There will also be a celebratory dinner at 8pm."

Lu Zichu looked at Fei Mingze and asked cautiously, "How did you know this Annie Chen?"

"My classmate at Cambridge University."

"What about personal relationships?"

Fei Mingze’s expression was concealed, and his tone was vague, “It’s okay.”

"If you ask her for help, will she refuse?"

"It depends on what it is." Fei Mingze put on his coat and said, "Let's go."

Lu Zichu asked, "Where are we going?"

"Shopping. Didn't you say you wanted to buy some decorations for the house?"

Lu Zichu thought that there was nothing to do at this time, so it would be nice to kill time like this.

So I went out.

Fei Mingze drove the car and the two of them arrived at Piazza Gae Aulenti, which is near Milan Garibaldi Railway Station.

Lu Zichu felt the weather was a bit cold and couldn't stop sneezing when he got off the car. In fact, when he woke up this morning, he felt that he had a heavy nasal sound and had symptoms of a cold.

Fei Mingze seemed to have heard it, and took him to a clothing store. He sat on the sofa and handed Lu Zichu over to the three shopping guides.

Lu Zichu changed one outfit after another until she had tried on more than a dozen outfits before Fei Mingze was satisfied. After talking to a few shopping ladies, they began to pack their things.

Lu Zichu was wearing a shirt, and outside the shirt was a khaki Fair Isle jacquard sweater, a blend of cashmere and mink. It was so thick and warm that he didn't want to take it off at all.

But he was a little unsure what Fei Mingze had bought, so he asked, "Can I ask how much this sweater cost?"

"860 euros."

Lu Zichu asked again, "Can I use mobile payment here?"

"No."

"Can you lend me some money?"

"No."

Lu Zichu gritted his teeth, cursed Fei Mingze in his heart, and was about to go to the locker room to take off his clothes. Fei Mingze stood up, took a tie, put it on him and started comparing colors.

Lu Zichu was wearing a mint green shirt, and finally he chose a smoky gray tie.

"I don't want a tie."

"No."

"Change to a bow tie."

"reason."

“I can’t tie a tie.”

Fei Mingze began to tie it for him. The tie fluttered between his white and slender fingers. Lu Zichu felt itchy and wanted to take a bite of it.

After Fei Mingze tied it, he looked around and said, "Men should still wear ties. Bow ties always make me feel like a waiter in a five-star hotel."

After saying that, he went to the counter and handed the Centurion black card to the salesgirl to swipe.

Lu Zichu was hesitating whether to secretly exchange any of his clothes for the cashmere sweater he was wearing. After all, it was not only warm and met the needs of his cold body, but he also liked the style at first sight.

Fei Mingze came to him with a lot of paper bags and called him, "Let's go."

"I haven't taken it off yet."

"no need."

"Are you robbing me?"

"You've already paid for this one."

Lu Zichu looked unhappy, "Why didn't you tell me earlier after you paid the bill?"

"You didn't even ask."

Lu Zichu took the things and looked at them. "Why did you buy so much? Five shirts, four suits, two wool coats, and two sweaters."

"You forgot to include the cashmere scarf."

"Your clothes are monthly purchases, right? Do you have to buy so many every time you go out?"

"You're wrong. My clothes are all second-hand."

Lu Zichu hated the rich, but he didn't want to admit it. "Ha, I really feel sorry for Mrs. Fei. She must be disposable. No wonder Master Fei is still single."

Fei Mingze ignored his sarcasm and said, "I don't usually go shopping."

"What about clothes and other personal belongings? Do you need someone to buy them for you?"

"All counters deliver to your door."

Lu Zichu has never been keen on any high-end luxury brands. He only bought two or three suits as his attire for going out to discuss contracts and meet clients.

On weekdays, he wears some small brand clothes, which he either buys from some foreign trade stores on Tianmiao or buys from whichever brand he likes when he is shopping. Shopping is also a way for him to kill time.

The target of this door-to-door delivery service are A-level customers, people who spend at least one million yuan in a store each year.

He was very kind and took half of the things and paid some for Fei Mingze. "You really don't want to go shopping? But I see you like shopping with me."

“How many men like shopping?”

"I'm a man too. I like shopping. Why? Why not? Who says shopping is only for women?"

"Okay. Why not?"

"Please keep the receipt. I will pick out some that I like later. When you return home, you can settle the account and I will transfer the money to you."

Fei Mingze passed by a trash can and threw the things in his hand into it calmly, "You are too late, I have already thrown it away."

"Why did you throw it away?"