Shanghai morning

After a night's rest, the fever was subsided, but Wang Yao was still exhausted.Last night he fell asleep in a daze, and woke up in the morning to find that someone had added a quilt to him and stuffed Mrs. Tang in his arms.Wang Yao guessed that Wanwan came back home after losing his temper, and got up with a sweet smile.

At breakfast, Wanwan was still cold-eyed, Wang Yao knew it was just the little girl's self-esteem, so he didn't bother to pierce it, and ordered Wanwan to eat breakfast step by step, and sent her to the station as usual.He didn't know when Ivan and Al left, but he wasn't very worried. It would be best for Ivan to leave, and since Al could let him sleep in his high-end hotel room for an afternoon, he probably wouldn't mind him yesterday. Little faux pas of the night.

Avoid the usual path—the lesson of losing money the day before yesterday made Wang Yao afraid of well ropes for ten years, but he couldn’t help but think about the girl who can play beautiful music like flowing water, her music can make him temporarily forget everything I was troubled, but then I remembered that fierce German, and the good memories were immediately discounted.

Knock on the door of Francis' office softly. Foreigners hate the bad habits of Chinese people the most. The first thing to bear the brunt is to enter the house without knocking.Wang Yao was reprimanded by Arthur for this, so he will be very careful in the future.

"Come in!" Francis' voice came from inside.

Wang Yao slowly opened the door to avoid making noise.

"Hey, Xiaoyao!" Francis smiled lazily and put an arm on the back of the chair, "Can you find me?"

Wang Yao carefully closed the door, and went straight to Francis' desk: "Mr. Kirkland informed me that I will go to the Paramount dance with you this Saturday. But...you see, I have never attended such a occasion, so I don't have, nothing to wear..."

"Haha! So I was worrying about this!" Francis laughed and stood up, "So you want to ask my brother for help?"

Wang Yao didn't know how old Francis was, but he estimated that the Frenchman might not be older than him, but Francis insisted on calling himself "brother" whenever he wanted.

"I want to ask you, if there are extra dresses..." Before Wang Yao could finish speaking, Francis interrupted him loudly.

"Brother, I don't have a ready-made cheongsam, but I am willing to spend some money to order one for you! Well, the red one is good, and the red sleeveless high-slit cheongsam is the most suitable for Chinese girls!" Francis gushed.

"But it's not suitable for Chinese men..." Wang Yao objected in a low voice, but Francis didn't listen at all.

"You're sure to surprise them then, and make those bumbling upperclassmen drop their jaws like idiots!" Francis dreamed excitedly.

Wang Yao said helplessly: "They will be shocked, and then I will be thrown out of the window as a lunatic, and Mr. Kirkland will faint on the spot, and when he wakes up the next day, he will be furious and kick me out of the foreign firm and ask me to go to the street to beg for food. "I don't know what Francis thinks about letting a man wear a skirt to a high-end entertainment venue.

Francis was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! I thought the Chinese lacked a sense of humor!"

Wang Yao said earnestly again: "Francis, I'm serious: Can you lend me an evening dress?"

Francis finally got a little serious: "I do have more than one set of evening dresses, but I don't know what style Xiaoyao wants. Brother, I will try my best to meet your requirements!"

Wang Yao was stumped now, he didn't have any research on evening dresses: "Uh, the most common ones are fine, the simplest ones."

Francis seemed a little disappointed: "Oh, don't you like gorgeous art?"

"I like it, but I don't want to wear art on my body." Wang Yao smiled and shook his head.

"It's a pity!" Francis said regretfully, "but you can rest assured that I will bring the clothes tomorrow, and you will be satisfied!"

The next day, Francis brought a little black dress and a pair of black leather shoes as promised, and he shook off the neat clothes in front of Wang Yao.

"Do you like it?" Francis asked like a treasure, "Although it is an old clothes from a few years ago, I kept it very well. Heh, I was thinner than now." He took the clothes and compared them to Wang Yao: " It's a little long, and a reliable tailor can fix it."

Although it is the most common style, this set of clothes is still too luxurious in Wang Yao's opinion, and what Francis said just now surprised him: "Look for a tailor? Will it ruin your clothes?"

Francis waved his hand generously: "Give it to you! I have a lot of clothes, and I can't wear this set for a long time. I think my brother was very thin back then, but now I am much stronger!"

Wang Yao couldn't react for a while, Francis had already stuffed the clothes into his hands: "Xiao Yao must look good in it!"

"This is too precious..." Wang Yao whispered.

Francis smirked and said, "Then think of a way to repay my brother in the future!"

In the end, Wang Yao accepted the clothes and sent them to the tailor shop on the same day, and the clothes had already been changed by the time he got off work the next day.Something in the small alley is news, so when Wang Yao tried on the evening dress, all the neighbors gathered around to watch, and the small place was chattering.

"Brother, you look like a foreigner!" Wanwan thought it was novel and amusing.

"If you want to attend a foreigner's dance, you can't wear it like this." Wang Yao smiled and patted Wan Wan's head, pulled his sleeves out with both hands, and walked a few steps with his chest up and his head up.

"Hey, Lao Wang, you look like a big shot now!" Xiaotai praised enviously and gave a thumbs up.

"Brother Wang should be like this, he looks like a decent person working for foreigners!" Xiao Yue said proudly.

Wang Yao blushed in embarrassment: "I'm not decent, it's just a pretense!" He said he wanted to take off his top: "I don't think I should wear it anymore, I look like a fake foreign devil!"

"Hey, don't mind!" Xiao Yue hurriedly stopped, "You look so good in your clothes, the big guys haven't seen enough!"

Wang Yao said with a smile: "Then let everyone wear it after the dance, now it's terrible."

"Ah, that's right, Brother Wang is serious!" Xiao Yue nodded in agreement.

"Old Wang, after the dance is over, can you lend me some clothes?" Xiaotai looked at Wang Yao expectantly.

"No, no, my elder brother only has this good dress. You wear it to carry sacks and it won't be ruined?" Wanwan shook his head like a wave drum.

"How can I wear it to carry sacks? It's too late for me to rave about it!" Xiaotai said, touching Wang Yao's black satin skirt carefully, "The foreigners are amazing, the clothes are so finely made!"

Standing and being admired by everyone for a long time, I almost forgot to eat dinner.Before going to bed, Wang Yaozai carefully folded the precious clothes and put them together with the leather shoes into his only box.