"No, I don't agree. You can honestly help me with the housekeeper and you can't go anywhere."

Seeing that his brother was determined, Liao Youning stopped insisting, "Anyway, I always have a way to monitor the female singer. Lan Luo, you will definitely help your aunt, right?"

Murong Lanluo nodded continuously.

After dinner, I pulled my brother to the second floor, and a respectful man came up downstairs, holding a ruler and notebook in his hand. His clothes were decent. At first glance, it was just average, but if I looked carefully, I found that this set of clothes was not very simple. The black and white combination, the tailoring of the elbows, the contraction of the waist, and the treatment of the gear all concealed his physical defects, thus making his figure more perfect. If he was said to have only three points in his appearance, the set of clothes increased his glory by seven points.

Liao Youning said: "This is the world's top clothing designer, Mr. Alvin of France. He has a unique sense of fashion trends. The clothes he designed are perfectly combined with the physiological structure of the human body. Even if you are as fat as a pig, wearing the clothes he designed can make you lose weight immediately."

Alvin is about fifty years old and has won numerous awards in fashion design competitions. His name can be heard every quarterly fashion release week. Those TV announcers always have a considerable degree of admiration in their voices when they mention this name.

This designer Alvin, who was extremely calm in front of thousands of TV viewers, was extremely reserved when facing Liao Youning. His face was flushed in his fifties, and he was no different from the boy Fang Xiong, who was sixteen or seventeen years old.

"What did you ask this person to come up?" Lao Liao was about to grab some time to beat his sister's butt. He felt embarrassed to be so arrogant with an outsider next to him.

Liao Youning pulled his suit and said dissatisfiedly: "Look at what you look like? The suit is like pickled sauerkraut. It hasn't been burned once in a few years and I don't know how to dress up at all. I don't know which girl will like you. Mr. Alvin was invited to sew clothes for you from France." He gently signaled to Alvin: "Please."

Alvin restrained his eyes slightly and entangled in Liao Youning's eyes. He turned to Liao Xuebing. His eyes lit up. He walked over and over in three or two steps, and circled around his body. His eyes were like he met an art connoisseur in "David", and he was more like an oily mouse. He said in less fluent Chinese: "Mr. Liao's figure is simply perfect. He is born with a clothes rack. He looks good in any clothes you wear. In this way, it seems that I am not very useful."

Liao Xuebing was about to speak. Alvin grabbed his arm with one hand and his thigh with the other, pinching it like pinching pork, and exclaimed: "Oh my God, I actually added the adjective perfection to others for the first time, but Mr. Liao deserves this word."

Lao Liao's facial muscles bounced. He couldn't help kicking this guy downstairs. Liao Youning smiled with a pursed lips and said, "Mr. Alvin, can you start tailoring your clothes?"

"I have measured it, just wait to go back and cut it. At most, I can complete it in one day, so that Mr. Liao will become the most dazzling man." Alvin felt the stiffness of Lao Liao's muscles and retracted his hand awkwardly.

Liao Youning said in surprise: "But I haven't seen Mr. Alvin yet, and I'm starting to measure it."

Alvin heard her beautiful voice like a yellow oriole, and his soul was almost flying. He coughed and said proudly: "As the world's top fashion designer, I still have a lot of skills. Just look at it with my eyes and you can know what size of clothes that person is suitable for wearing. What color, style, pattern, and pattern can be matched with, and you can get the best solution with just one glance."

"Wow, it's so awesome." Liao Youning made a polite statement casually.

Alvin's face suddenly turned red, as if he had applied a coat of paint. After three lifetimes of poverty, he suddenly picked up a few hundred carats of diamonds and was not as happy as him. He kept saying humility: "It's nothing, nothing, the old Chinese saying goes, practice makes perfect, I have practiced a lot. In fact, it's a long story. I was born in a tailor family since I was young. I have tailored my father since I was eight years old. At that time, I was only a primary apprentice, but with my tenacious spirit, meticulous observation, and dexterous hands..." As soon as I talked, I was out of control and chattering, and there was a tendency to go from eight to fifty.

"Okay, since the measurement has been completed, why are you still staying here? The servant prepared Irish coffee below and was waiting for you to taste it." Lao Liao had no choice but to issue an order to expel the guest. He was already a rare polite to the guests invited by his sister, otherwise Lao Liao would definitely praise him to the top of the sky, so that the other party would be ashamed of himself before he would give up.

When the old designer walked away reluctantly, Liao Xuebing immediately became angry: "You are doing everything, what are you going to do after you have made so many famous things? Didn't your parents always teach us to be simple? Look, I only eat two vegetarian dishes when I eat, and the highest ride is Chevrolet. Can I wear clothes? I can have street stall goods and I can laugh and break my teeth."

Liao Youning sighed: "Brother, I know you are used to being economized, but the more you do this, the less uncomfortable your sister feels. Ten years ago, you gave almost everything you have for me, but my sister always remembered it. OK, don't stare at me anymore, you can wear whatever you ask you to wear in the future, be obedient."

Liao Xuebing touched her butt and said, "Okay, but Murong Bingyu is my girlfriend. You can't interfere. At most, just give your opinions privately. Also, Lan Luorushuang and the two little girls should be kind to them, so don't let them think that your aunt is too partial."

Liao Youning slapped his brother's strange hand away and said angrily: "I touched him again, but you have touched him."

On Monday, December 31, the last day of 2007, the temperature was very low, but there was a slight sun.

Liao Xuebing looked at the time and jumped out of the bed: "Mom, I'm late again!"

A head with long black hair spread out from the quilt, grabbed his hand and said, "Brother, don't worry, I've asked for leave for you."

Lao Liao was really shocked and said angrily: "Youyou! You already have a room. Why did you sneak into my bed again in the middle of the night? What if Murong Bingyu and I live together in the future, will you also come and grab our location?"

Because of this, I don’t like my brother having a girlfriend. Liao Youning stretched lazily, her blurred eyes, and her slender jade arms made Lao Liao look dazed, and then she said lazily: “I like to sleep with you in my arms, and I’ve been sleeping soundly.”

"I'm not bullying you, I'm going to work, I'm late and my salary is deducted. In the afternoon, the whole school teacher summarizes the meeting. I have to be trained again. How embarrassing it." Old Liao was in a hurry to put on his clothes and zipped his crotch in front of her without any hesitation.

"Silly, everyone said that you have asked for leave for you, why are you going? Lying back and keep sleeping in. Let me hug you." Liao Youning shouted and jumped up, throwing him onto the bed.

"Oh. Why are you still so willful? Get up quickly? I really want to go to work. I think of the most popular candidate for the outstanding Tulip High School, Liao Xuebing's best teacher, how can I be late at will? Since I worked so long, I have not taken leave for even five minutes, and I have worked diligently every day. I am worthy of the world, the middle is worthy of the conscience, and the lower is worthy of the students and parents."

The sister kissed him and said with a smile: "Brother Fool, today is your birthday, and I have asked for leave for you long ago."

"My birthday? I never will be my birthday." Liao Xuebing looked in the mirror. His stubborn crawled all over his chin, his face full of vicissitudes, and he was one year older.

When I was a child in Lihua Town, my mother would always cook two eggs for him. I dyed red egg shells with red paper, even if it was a celebration. In the first few years, I ate with relish every time. Later, when I went to junior high school, I found that my classmates always went to hotels to celebrate their birthdays, put on double, three-layer cakes, countless wines, good chickens and meat, and a table full of people singing happy birthday songs. At that time, Xiao Liao felt very uncomfortable. On his second birthday, his mother cooked two eggs with red egg shells for him. He threw the eggs to the ground and got angry. Afterwards, he skipped class to watch a movie. He regretted it very much, and immediately ran home to apologize to his mother.

Now he can buy millions of eggs, but the person who cooks eggs for himself will never come back. When he grows up, he will never have his birthday again. The younger brothers of the Speed ​​Party have been organizing several times, but he rejected them.

Liao Youning saw his expression and said, "Brother, you miss your mother again."

"Oh, life is unsatisfactory for eight or nine times."

"Brother, what birthday gift do you want the most?"

Liao Xuebing held his finger: "A hundred beauties are necessary, and they also need whips, candles, aphrodisiacs, clips, and stockings. Let them take off their clothes and stand in front of me and let me ravage and destroy them. Hahahaha, good sister, go and do it."

"I'll say dirty words again. I dare to be moved by other women in front of such a beautiful sister. I don't want to live anymore, right? By the way, I have a question to ask you, why are you so good to Lan Luo for no reason?"

"When I saw her, I remembered you when I was a child. You were always so stubborn and lonely, and you couldn't help but feel pity for others."

"Why don't I think she looks like me?"

"Of course you don't think you're growing up now. I was very shocked when I saw her."

Liao Youning took off her pajamas, changed into a black off-shoulder floral short skirt, turned around in circles, raised the edge of the skirt and asked expectantly: "Brother, do you think I look good in this skirt?"

"It seems okay, but I have exposed too much, and you see that the cleavage has come out."

"Hate, why don't you just look at other people's place?" Liao Youning pulled him up: "The clothes sewn by Alvin should be sent here."

"He was so scattered that day, just don't dress me up as a clown."

Liao Youning called, and half a minute later, two maids knocked in the door with a stack of clothes, including suits, shirts, tie, leather shoes, socks, and underwear.

"Why do you have to change your underwear? You're a little too big for a joke." Old Liao couldn't touch his head.

"To match your suit, look at what you were wearing. If it is tight, lines will appear on the outside. These are markless underwear. I said, brother, be more particular about clothes and don't make people laugh." Liao Youning waved his hand and asked the maid to withdraw, and said with his waist: "Take it off!"

"Get out? You go out first."

"No, I want to change your clothes for you." Liao Youning pulled down the "wrinkle brand" suit he had just put on, and kept unbuttoning his shirt and zipping down the crotch.

Lao Liao tightly protected his lower body: "Sister, let me come alone with these last pair of underwear?"
Chapter completed!