Cannon fodder husband and wife dressed as villains

The boss was stunned when he heard this, it was the first time he saw someone who bought long johns with such vigor.

"How old is it, sir?"

Lin Qiong reported Fu Yun's size, and the boss took out a few after hearing this, "These are quite good ones, you can see how warm these fluffy clothes are."

Lin Qiong reached out and touched the thickness, "It's all about."

The boss put it on for someone with a smile, and Lin Qiong came out with the bag.

Fu Yun was born in a wealthy family when he was young, and he is flattered and flattered wherever he is rich and powerful. He should have seen all the good things. He can't afford that expensive antique, but Wei Wei can afford it at a high price.

It is not uncommon to see each other more.

Then he looked down at the long johns in his hands. Although plain and unpretentious, durability is a necessity of life.

Lin Qiong smiled and shook his head.

Oh, what a clever little ghost he is.

"This is the birthday present you gave me?" An angry and unbelievable voice suddenly came from not far ahead.

The boy on the side hurriedly raised his hand to cover the person's mouth, and looked around in embarrassment, "My boy, can you keep your voice down."

"Why do you want me to keep quiet?!"

The distance was less than half a meter, so Lin Qiong was at a loss and went directly to the nearby hat shop.

The store manager was eating melons, looking at the quarreling couple and facing Lin Qiong: "What do you want to buy, sir?"

Lin Qiong: "...just take a look."

The store manager stared intently, "Okay."

"Look at what you gave me. Are you willing to take it out? We have been together for five years. You gave me this for my birthday."

The store manager took a deep breath, "Do you think that man is too much?"

Lin Qiong:?

Who are you talking to?

Lin Qiong looked around, then raised her finger and pointed at herself, "Me?"

The store manager nodded, "Yeah."

As soon as Lin Qiong wanted to speak, the quarreling girl continued: "During your birthday, did I give you the sneakers you like or the watch you are reluctant to buy? Are you doing this to me?"

"Okay, keep your voice down, don't you feel ashamed?"

Lin Qiong frowned, "Scumbag."

The store manager echoed, "Who isn't."

Lin Qiong also didn't know what happened before, so she asked, "What did the boy give you?"

The store manager shook his head, "I don't know if it's worthless anyway, the girl threw it back into the bag after looking at it."

The boy who had the quarrel had a bad complexion and his tone became impatient, "Don't you think our love can't be measured by money? Why are you materialized now that I'm giving you some cheap gifts?!

"

The girl looked at the man aggrieved for a while and shouted, "Money cannot be measured, but you have to use your heart! What did you give me?!"

Lin Qiong pointed, "That's right."

"You and I are material, why don't you be poor yourself."

Lin Qiong cursed, "That's right."

Pooh!Scumbag.

The more the girl thought about it, the angrier she took out the things in the bag and threw them on the boy, "Let's break up, take your autumn clothes and go in love."

Lin Qiong: "It's just..."

etc!The birthday present that person gave his girlfriend was autumn clothes? ! "

Lin Qiong looked down at the long johns in her hand.

Sitting up in shock while dying, the scumbag was actually myself!

After the two had quarreled, the store manager made an afterthought, "What a scumbag, I gave him a autumn coat for my four-year birthday!"

Lin Qiong lacked confidence for a while, "Yes."

Lin Qiong looked at the long johns in his hand, and the more he looked at him, the more he felt that he was a scumbag. After coming to this world, Fu Yun was the closest person to him.

Let him directly leap from the poor class to the rich and well-off.

Give him food, clothes, and money.

He can't just send long johns, he must think of something more thoughtful.

Lin Qiong was also in distress until noon when she went to the Chinese Medicine Center, looking at Fu Jinglin who was lying on the bed waiting to be slaughtered.

"Big nephew."

Fu Jinglin's 1.8-meter-five hunk was in an enchanting posture on the bed, "What's wrong?"

"What did you get for your uncle's birthday this year?"

Fu Jinglin shook his head, "Think about it, what do you give?"

"I do not know either."

Fu Jinglin thought for a while, "Actually, you can go back and ask uncle what he likes."

"Wouldn't that be a surprise?"

"If you mention it casually, he won't worry about it."

Lin Qiong oh oh, yes.

After dinner in the evening, Lin Qiong came to people's room to massage their legs as usual, and after the end, she rubbed against people and lay down with them.

"cloud."

The man looked at the book in his hand, "Yes."

"May I ask you something?"

Fu Yun: "."

"What do you like?"

The man's hand holding the book paused, then he turned his head and met his expectant eyes.

Lin Qiong leaned close to the person, "What do you like?"

Fu Yun turned his head away for a moment, "What..."

It seems that rich people don't have much desire for the world. If you ask him, he can stay for three or two nights.

"Anything you don't like?"

Seeing the person's expectant gaze, Fu Yun's hand holding the book tightened, and the originally flat pages gradually began to wrinkle.

I wanted to speak but couldn't come out, and felt a little hot on my face for a while.

Fortunately, the lights in the room were dim, which concealed the rare helplessness on the man's face.

Lin Qiong put her hand on the man's forearm and shook, "You and me, I want to know you better."

Fu Yun coughed, "I like you... I like your cooking."

Lin Qiong laughed instantly when he heard the fair face, "Really."

Although the heart is the heart, the answer is also useful.

Lin Qiong was in a good mood and sat with the person for a while, then got up and planned to go back to the room.

"Yun, good night."

Fu Yun looked at the person at the door, "Good night."

The door closed, and after a while Lin Qiong popped his head again, "That's right, Yun."

In the dimness, the man's eyes were soft, "What's the matter?"

Lin Qiong raised her finger, "It's time to turn the page of your book."

Fu Yun: ...

After Lin Qiong, the man looked down at the page of the book he had been reading for 10 minutes, then took a deep breath and closed the book with a sound of "Peng".

The second Fu Jinglin sat in the car and looked at Lin Qiong, "Did you ask yesterday?"

"asked."

"What about my uncle?"

"He likes my cooking."

Fu Jinglin who was caught off guard by being stuffed with dog food: ...

I knew it before I asked.

"Then why don't you just cook a meal on your birthday?"

"Then what!" Lin Qiong looked serious, "There is a little sincerity."

His eyes lit up when he thought of it, "Do you know where there is a place for private customization?"

Fu Jinglin: "I know."

"Tell me."

Fu Jinglin smiled confidently, "Please."

Lin Qiong's face collapsed when she heard this, "I'll send you home right now."

"Don't, don't!" Fu Jinglin hurriedly said, "I'll give you the address right away. My mother will definitely break my leg when I go back now."

Lin Qiong would like to get the address, send the person to the school and then drive there, but when she got to the door of the store, Lin Qiong couldn't move for a while.

Seeing the gorgeous and extravagant decorations in front of him, both in appearance and in the window, he was a little deterred for a while, and he didn't know if he could afford it.

Even if Liang Jingru gave him courage in his previous life, he would not dare to step forward.

After all, he is also a bumpkin with a little self-esteem.

Then Lin Qiong took a deep breath and stepped in.

The clerk came to the side immediately, with a decent smile on his face, "Hello, sir."

"Hello."

Although Lin Qiong was dressed in ordinary clothes, the clerk asked very professionally: "Sir, do you need anything?"

Lin Qiong said, "I heard that your family's private order is good, and I want to order something."

The clerk was a little embarrassed when he heard it, and apologized: "Don't worry, sir, our private order is by appointment, and we haven't taken orders for the past two months."

Lin Qiong: "If my eldest nephew wants to order now, he can report his name."

"Excuse me, sir, who is your eldest nephew?"

"Fu Jinglin."

knock!Isn't this the name of the nephew of the big boss of the company that their company clings to?

Although the Fu family is not their direct boss, their bosses are all attached to the Fu family's business, so they must not be neglected.

The clerk took another look at the ordinary-looking young man with superior appearance, "Sir, please wait a moment and I will ask you."

Then he hurried to the back cabinet, but came back soon.

The manager also came along this time, "Mr. Lin, right? Let's go in and talk to better understand the style and philosophy you want."

Lin Qiong was at a loss for a while, but followed in.

The manager and Lin Qiong sat down face to face, "Sir, do you want to order custom clothes..."

Lin Qiong was very straightforward: "I want to order a cane."

The manager is not surprised, after all, there are quite a few people who have made English gentleman's walking sticks, "Do you use it?"

"My husband uses it." Lin Qiong stood up and gestured to the desired height of the cane, "I want a stronger one with stronger support."

"Of course it's a problem." The manager took out a large booklet, "There are many styles of walking sticks made by our shop. Of course, Mr. Lin can design his own if he wants. I recommend dark

Wood. "

Lin Qiong listened carefully, and then asked: "Can I participate in the production process?"

The manager was taken aback, and the person who came to order was the first to make this request.

"If Mr. Lin thinks about it, it's not a bad idea."

Lin Qiong's eyes lit up instantly when he heard this, and when Fu Jinglin was leaving school, he saw Lin Qiong standing at the school gate waiting for him to leave school.

The friends beside him bumped into him, "Fuck, who is that Fu Jinglin, he looks good and you picked him up?!"

Fu Jinglin shook his leg in an instant and kicked that person, "What the fuck is my uncle's wife."

The fox friend shut up instantly when he heard that, "You pretended to be me."

Fu Jinglin got into the car and looked at the happy Lin Qiong, "I'm so happy."

Lin Qiong glanced at Fu Jinglin gratefully, "My nephew thinks your name is so useful."

When Fu Jinglin heard this, he immediately became very arrogant, "That's right, others will give me some face wherever my young master is.

He asked, "What are you going to give my uncle?"

Lin Qiong did not tell directly but tactfully: "I helped your uncle get on the road."

Fu Yun understood, "Zu Lijian?"