With the complicated mood of being advised by the butler who had taken care of him since childhood to advise him not to break into the women's bathroom again, Meng Lang walked to two locker rooms with black curtains.

Hold on, forget it, everything is to let my brother enter the night scene smoothly and participate in the national war. Some stigma is just being regarded as a pervert who forced himself into the women's bathroom.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter me.

(Mystery: Then why are you crying?)

This is the sweat of the soul!!!

"Xiao Or! You give up! The suit I chose is so handsome that it has broken through the sky! You don't have a chance! Hahahaha!!!"

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

By the way, I forgot to see it just now. What kind of suits are these two guys choosing?

And brother, I'm very curious, where do you, a loser who has never touched a suit, gets the confidence?

Well, from the perspective of contact, no matter how you think about it, you will have a smaller chance of winning. After all, you are a child of a big family. Even if you don’t know how to choose, just follow the way you originally walked through...

"Brother Meng, I'll change it."

Swish!

Then at this moment, Gou Yu pulled open the curtains, tied the buttons, and wore a black and old-fashioned suit neatly. At first glance, there seemed to be no problem.

But after watching too much, it seems that it is like attending someone’s funeral...

rash:(?_?)

You lost, small or.

"What! Xiao Or, you are faster than me!"

With a swish!

Fang Ran was wearing a light pink suit and open-minded clothes, looking at Xiaoor with a boastful and playboy-like look.

Sorry, you draw.

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

My god, are you two so funny to see that I am too stressed and sent me to make me happy?

With your outfit, are you sure we can get into the Vanity Fair on that cruise ship!?

"I haven't seen the world before, it's fine..."

Meng Lang's eyes twitched and his eyebrows were leaping straight at Gou Yu, holding his forehead and saying in anger:

"Xiao Or, you are a young master from a big family. It would be fine if you don't choose to attend dinners normally, but what does it mean to choose according to the specifications of attending the funeral??"

"puff..."

"You are so slutty pink and you're so embarrassed to laugh at others!"

Seeing Fang Ran unable to help laughing, Meng Lang immediately said furiously!

"No, Brother Meng, your words have a serious misunderstanding of me."

Listening to Meng Lang's complaints, Gou Yu retorted very seriously:

"I don't have to choose according to the suits I attend the funeral, I only wear suits I attend other people's funerals."

Gou Yu explained with a serious explanation:

"I was in the laboratory during the annual meeting. I had never attended dinners or anything else in the Li family. To be precise, I am the type who has never seen the world like the captain."

rash:"......"

What's the bitter sympathy mixed in the feeling of knowing that I was wrong about you...

"Hi, brother, how about my piece? Isn't it very fashionable? It's very suitable for the upper class?"

Fang Ran opened his hands like him showing his light pink suit.

Meng Lang looked at him silently, then patted his shoulder, and said kindly with a serious and kind word:

"Brother."

"The upper class emphasizes luxury and elegance, exquisite fabrics and meticulous workmanship, which contain all kinds of things that enhance a person's taste. You can simply understand it as high-quality and has nothing to do with whether it is fashionable or not."

Fang Ran looked at him speechlessly, feeling that Meng Lang looked at him with a fucked care and mental retardation.

"And if you want to wear a light pink suit, you have very high requirements for appearance and temperament. Good-looking people will look very good when wearing it, such as a star with the surname Lu."

"And now you don't fit it so well that I can only imagine Wang Baoqiang. Do you understand if I say that?"

Fang Ran: "..."

Brother, your example and analogy are really annoying.

"Okay, I have a full understanding of your suit level."

Meng Lang sighed, then pretended to pick out the customized suit he prepared from the clothes hanger casually.

"Fortunately, I've already made a choice for you, please settle the account."

After a while, the three of them walked out of the zegna suit shop.

Fang Ran carried his bag...

"Where are we going next? Are we going to have a meal?"

Fang Ran, who had not eaten enough for a box of lunch boxes, asked seriously.

"Brother, I should have told you that we have shirts, leather shoes, ties, watches and other equipment that we haven't bought. What makes you feel like we can go to have a meal when we're done?"

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

Fang Ran suddenly had a bitter face...

No

"Brother... I am the worst at shopping... Every time my mom goes shopping, I always blame my dad..."

"It's useless to say more, let's go!"

......

......

Three hours later.

"Ha...Ha...Huh...I'll go...Brother, how many more things do we have to buy..."

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

Fang Ran followed Meng Lang with a big bag and panting tiredly, and once again understood a truth.

Shopping is a physical job.

Especially for those who love to go shopping.

"Oh, brother, you are just like a trash shopping experience. I'm very worried about what to do if you have a girlfriend in the future."

Meng Lang sighed in disguise.

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

Fang Ran looked at this guy who stood and spoke without a headache, and wanted to throw down his big bag with both hands and beat him in the face.

but.

He dared not.

Because the price of these things he has...

It was more expensive than he imagined.

Not to mention suits, leather shoes, tie, shirt, etc., Meng Lang chose all foreign famous brands that he didn't know. Chestnuts that you can understand in an instant.

Fang Ran's three small boxes in the fourth bag from the left with his right hand were the collars they just bought.

It's just a long piece of paper, inserted into the collar of the shirt, to make it look tall and straight.

But it is made of gold.

......

Dry!

Before today, he didn't know what the collar support was, but now the bag has gold collar support!

I'll go!

Something that holds the collar of a shirt is actually made of gold!?

Isn’t it the same if I stick two chopsticks into the plug?

Anyway, no one can see it.

Even if you can't see it, you will resolutely choose to use gold as a leader and silently show off. This is the upper class...?

Poverty really limits my imagination...
To be continued...