[British American Entertainment] Oops, my brain is so big!

London has always been a city with timeless magic and the ability to slow down time secretly. It is difficult to see passers-by in a hurry like in New York.The cafe on the street corner wafts out bursts of bitter aroma, and the slightly old gas lamps on both sides are engraved with the wind and frost left by the years. The lovers walk hand in hand, as if passing by the long river of time inadvertently, stepping through time of fine sand.

Passing through the busy traffic of Piccadilly Avenue, it is only a corner to arrive at the famous Savile Row after many years, which has been famous all over the world for traditional men's tailoring.

This is where the word "customization" sounds very powerful, and a fairly short street is known as the "golden location for tailor-made".

This is not a very wide street, and there are very few pedestrians on the road. The desolate scene is completely different from the hustle and bustle across the street. If it weren't for the storefronts with large French windows on both sides of the street, there would always be a different look. Low-key luxury, I almost thought I was in the wrong place.

The sunlight reflected on the window glass dispelled the heavy haze above the gray sky of London, and extended to the end of the street that could not be captured by sight, just like the enduring fashion industry of Savile Row, the prosperity is still there and never stops .

Intuitively, I chose a shop with bright and clean windows and a neat and neat window style, and I pulled him in who was a little hesitant for some reason, and a little boy who was only about ten years old greeted him almost instantly.

"Good day, dear lady, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are more charming and moving than the most beautiful rose this morning." The cute and clever little boy gave me a nondescript gentleman's salute, but he was a bit naive Cute means, "Is this gentleman your new friend, he looks really tall."

The little boy showed an envious expression, and looked up at the other person beside me with some difficulty.

I smiled slightly and didn't answer, but it was actually because I didn't have any pictures of this store in the memory I received, and I didn't dare to talk to this little boy who seemed to know "me" very well.

Didn't mind my silence, the boy - the little tailor continued politely: "Ms. Anderson is just in the shop, please wait a moment."

The little tailor took us to a well-decorated but not overly luxurious room in the store, as if he never noticed the strange man beside me, and brought us English black tea and some small snacks, confirming I showed approval and just exited the door thoughtfully.

This kind of meticulous service is no different from the VVIP fitting rooms in those luxury stores in the future. The evil rich will always be the privileged class.

I took a sip of the hot black tea on the coffee table, and then relaxed my body and leaned on the soft sofa.

Standing on the sidelines, my new boyfriend was a little restless, probably because they found out that this was only a handmade custom shop specializing in men's clothing as soon as they entered the store.

He paced back and forth, frowning with obvious anxiety: "Cecilia, we can easily meet the heroine Delicia Lavers around this street."

How dare you think about other women when you're with me?Can this be tolerated?

I squinted at him, stood up from the sofa aggressively, glared at him fiercely, and said word by word: "I don't care! You are not allowed to think about other women! I will be very unhappy!"

He smiled helplessly and tried to explain to me: "I'm just afraid that we will cause some unnecessary trouble to our body after we leave today."

As he spoke, he walked in front of me, raised his warm palm and gently stroked my cheeks, tenderness surged in his eyes, the sweet and tender pampering made me blush and heartbeat so hard to look directly at.

"you……"

I had just opened my mouth when Anderson, the chief tailor of this shop, knocked lightly on the door, and then opened the door to enter.The old tailor Anderson is probably over 50 years old, wearing a straight suit and formal suit, dark brown slightly reddish skin, thin but with a shrewd face, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, the whole person looks even more Like a calm and elegant English gentleman.

When Anderson saw the palm he had placed on my cheek and the hesitant atmosphere in the room before, he obviously misunderstood something, but he pretended professionally that he hadn't seen anything but gold wires. The sparkling and thought-provoking eyes under the side glasses revealed too much.

Anderson stopped the little tailor behind him from bringing in the clothes in his hands, bent down slightly to give some instructions, and only walked in after the little tailor trotted away, showing us a strange, restrained but still affectionate way Smile.

This smirking old fox is absolutely slandering in his stomach non-stop!And the object of the slander is me and my boyfriend!I swear with my eyes that I have read the gossip of celebrities from all walks of life and can distinguish true and false gossip!

Hmm, seems to have unknowingly gathered a new cp?

But in my opinion, there is really no need for "I" to be a widow or commit suicide for a dead scumbag—but I haven't reached the age of 30, I have youth, beauty, and a lot of enviable real estate and savings , It is simply a winner in life who has money and leisure and has a dead husband.As long as the upcoming war is avoided, it will be no problem to find dozens more fresh meat, and the same is true for true love.

It's a pity that when I think of the original plot that my male ticket couldn't help mentioning just now, I still regretfully gave up on pairing the down-and-out pianist with the ascetic widow. Different man's heroine's plan.

Sure enough, I have been with Ruan Tianmeng for too long, and I have become too kind-hearted and too sweet, can I still fight with other people after I go back?

Facing the old tailor's self-confident probing eyes, I sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened, and said in a manly voice: "This is a good friend of mine, and also a talented pianist, what he needs is a daily suit .”

I'm a woman who wants to become an Oscar queen, I can't handle this little scene, how can I have the face to face those paparazzi in the future?

"Cecilia..." The pianist seemed to want to stop something, but I stared back with a casual glance.

And the old tailor probably really misunderstood—in a sense, he really didn’t misunderstand—our relationship, and directly waved to the little tailor who was already holding several suits waiting outside the door, and calmly showed it. He introduced familiarly: "These are the ready-made clothes of this season in our store. Generally, American customers like to choose a larger size. Maybe they always think that our designs are too slim and fit."

I suppressed a smile and glanced at the pianist who seemed to have given up his fearless struggle, coughed lightly and said, "I think what this gentleman needs is the most suitable size."

The old tailor was a little surprised, probably because he didn't expect that this American was not what he expected, but his flashing expression was well hidden under the gold-rimmed glasses, if I hadn't happened to stare at his expression , I am afraid it is difficult to find.

The old tailor said calmly: "Then I think this shop is the most suitable for this tall and extraordinary gentleman. It should be the dark gray wool suit with diagonal checks and dark patterns that you have not taken away earlier, madam. That is what I am most satisfied with." one of his works.”

I blinked and looked at him suspiciously.

The old tailor continued: "The order was placed before you and Mr. Chaplin officially separated."

Hey, did the original owner customize the suit for that dead ghost husband?Not to mention whether that scumbag is as handsome as my male god plus a male ticket with a velvet hair, such a scumbag will definitely be contagious!Never!

I shook my head slightly: "Ready-to-wear or semi-custom will do."

The old tailor felt a little regretful, but he didn't say much, he just followed his advice, probably that suit was really his favorite work.

I picked the most pleasing suit from the suits that looked almost the same from the little tailor, and I stuffed it into the hands of my boyfriend who was still struggling with something, and approached him in a low voice: "Will you If you continue to look forward and backward and worry about changing the plot, I will use this body to kiss you in the street, maybe it can also lead to a romantic story between a widow and a pianist."

He was probably intimidated by my vicious threats, he sighed, and immediately showed a charming smile that was quite doting in his helplessness, and said: "Okay, okay, I will just listen to you."

After speaking, he shook his head and went into the locker room. It looked like he was really about to give up the treatment, heck, he gave up saving the plot.

As soon as he entered, the little tailor who had been pretending to be dead just now regained his spirits, boldly approached him and asked, "Ma'am, isn't this from the Red Peacock Club on the next street?"

His face, dotted with small freckles, has an expression of full curiosity, which looks cute and playful.

"Frank." The old tailor reprimanded softly, and the flirtatious glance was not intimidating at all, let alone blame, but there was approval in his eyes.

I couldn't help but pinch the young tailor's ruddy apple muscles full of vitality, and pretended to be fierce: "Why do you ask so many questions!"

Before the words fell, the old tailor beside him coughed earth-shatteringly, and he was very old and pitiful with his hunched waist.