The sick tycoon tricked me into pampering him again

After hearing this, Lu Ran's complexion suddenly changed.

Bai Qiao chuckled and leaned back, Yin Zhengxuan's hand could be said to hold Lu Ran's life in his hands.

For the sake of this son, Lu Ran did all the tricks in his life, but he forgot that after his parents had accidents one after another, their child would be in the hands of his little uncle, Yin Zhengxuan.

Reasonable.

"Yin Zhengxuan, you—"

Bai Qiao was too lazy to watch them dog-eat-dog, so he simply turned off the live broadcast.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Bai Qiao got up to look for Shan Fanghua.

When they are not working, their office is located in the building of a subsidiary of the Lu Group, on the same floor, and it is convenient to find people next to each other.

Bai Qiao knocked on the door and said, "There will be an awards ceremony later, come out, and I'll take you shopping for clothes."

"Okay." Shan Fanghua was reading the script, when he heard Bai Qiao's voice, he quickly put down the script in his hand and came out, before he took two steps, he suddenly remembered, "I have clothes."

Why do you suddenly want to go out and buy clothes?

Bai Qiao said: "The clothes for the award ceremony are different from what you usually wear."

Shan Fanghua participated with the group before, because he had to perform on stage, so there will be a uniform singing costume, which is not much different from normal performances, so that Shan Fanghua is used to wearing singing costumes to attend various occasions.

Bai Qiao didn't expect to take him out to buy clothes at the beginning. Generally, popular artists are approached by brands, but Shan Fanghua obviously doesn't have enough cafes. In order to avoid embarrassment, Bai Qiao Out of pocket.

"Brother Bai Qiao, where should we buy it?" Shan Fanghua touched his pocket subconsciously. Although he had posted more notices during this period, after removing some daily expenses, there really wasn't much that ended up in his hands. If If face is not considered, his money may be enough, but if the awards ceremony is more high-end, then... it will take a while.

Bai Qiao thought for a while, located a relatively high-end men's clothing brand store in the local area, and directly brought Shan Fanghua there.

When going upstairs, Shan Fanghua's heart was trembling.

You don't even need to look at the price tags on the back of each suit, just this venue, this decoration, this sign that non-members are not allowed to enter, Shan Fanghua has already begun to calculate how much the credit card can be overdrawn.

The beautiful shopping guide was leading the way, and the target was obviously not the ones hanging in the glass window next to her.

Shan Fanghua's mind is full of 'I'm gone', 'I'm cold', 'When people ask me how I died, I died of poverty. '

Bai Qiao called him twice but didn't get a response, turned to look at him, and gave him the suit in his hand, "Go in and change."

"Okay." Although Shan Fanghua was flustered, he listened to Bai Qiao's words as if they were instructions engraved in his bones, every word and every movement, he took the clothes without pausing, and went straight into the fitting room.

The shopping guide lady brought up milk tea and cakes, "Sir, we also have high-end models for various brands here, would you like to go in and have a look?"

Bai Qiao shook his head, he had no idea about the brand, and he didn't think it was important, and he himself didn't care about it, but... Bai Qiao asked, "What do you mean by handmade?"

"The choice of hand-sewn, as you know, most of the clothes nowadays are produced by machines. Although it is convenient, the details are still far from handmade. Some distinguished guests are not used to wearing clothes produced by machines, so they will contact this kind of handmade clothes. Production, except the length of time, surpasses machine production in every respect."

"It's like the one on Mr.'s body." The shopping guide lady smiled slightly, "If I'm not mistaken, it's under DQnan's brand. This brand is the favorite of many young masters from aristocratic families."

Bai Qiao: "..."

This on him...?

Isn't it just a long-sleeved sweater?

Why did you still put the brand on it?

However, when the shopping guide said this, Bai Qiao remembered that he had very few clothes, but after he lived in Lu Sibo's house, there would always be seasonal clothes in his closet. He had no idea about the brand, but he often used a certain Bao, the layout and style are similar, so he thinks the price should be similar.

Seeing that Bai Qiao hadn't spoken for a long time, the shopping guide lady thought it was a silent refusal not to buy, but she was not angry either. In their business, the most taboo thing is to get angry with customers, and you have to bear it if you can.

The shopping guide lady smiled slightly and said: "It's okay sir, our brand is indeed inferior to DQnan, you can look around to see if there is a design version you like better, although it is not well-known, but the quality is Not bad."

Bai Qiao picked up the magazine at hand and flipped through it, and said thoughtfully, "How long will it take to produce the finished product if you design it yourself?"

"If it is an urgent payment, it can be issued within an hour, but it is not artificial." Otherwise, a piece of clothing, the workers of the entire factory may be able to work overtime, but if the details are not in place, the customer may be angered, and then they will flatter them. If it is crooked, it may offend customers.

So everything she said was made by machines.

Bai Qiao nodded, "Please give me a pen and paper."

"Ok."

The styles designed by myself are usually just for fun. They are highly entertaining, but they are not very practical. After all, they are not professional. They only draw with an idea in their mind. Their professional designers make a neat design before they can be used for proofing.

The shopping guide was already contacting the designer, but when he came back, Bai Qiao had already drawn the blueprint of the whole dress.

Bai Qiao gave her the design drawing, twirled it twice with the pen in his hand, and said, "The drawing cannot be passed on to the outside world, and no second one is allowed in the entire design market. Remember to destroy the proofs."

"Okay sir." Looking at the exquisite design on the drawing, the shopping guide did not classify Bai Qiao's idea as a temporary idea, but kept it secret, as their company is absolutely professional, "Don't worry, sir, the design is without your permission. It won’t be spread out, this is our hot item in previous years, take a look, I’ll be back soon.”

Shan Fanghua changes clothes very slowly, mainly because his eyes can't help looking at the labels when changing clothes.

Moreover, there are also several styles from previous years hanging in the fitting room. Although they are not new, they are also pretty good-looking, mainly due to their low price.

After changing that one, Shan Fanghua tried others, and finally picked out a moderately priced one and went out.

"Brother Bai Qiao, is this body okay?"

Bai Qiao took a look and said, "Change."

"That……"

"Take that one in before you change it."

"Okay." Shan Fanghua had no choice but to change into the latest clothes with several zeros on the back. While changing, he was still thinking, if he didn't remove the tags, would he be able to return the clothes after the awards ceremony?

When Shan Fanghua came out again, Bai Qiao said, "That's all, wrap it up."

The shopping guide came out with the clothes designed by Bai Qiao, handed them to him for inspection, and went to the front to make an order.

Shan Fanghua subconsciously took a look at the red and white suit, which is quite rare.

Shan Fanghua said, "Brother Bai Qiao, you bought one too."

"Ah."

"It's rare to see you in a suit."

"It's for Lu Sibo." Bai Qiao opened it to check, and stuffed it back when he saw that the details were all right.

When paying, Bai Qiao handed over his card directly.

Looking at the string of zeros on the bill, Shan Fanghua's voice trembled, "Is being a broker so profitable?"

Why is he richer than an artist like him.

"No." Bai Qiao said, "I made money by speculating in stocks."

"Then I can..."

"No." Bai Qiao interrupted him and said, "People with low IQs are not recommended to invest in stocks."

Shan Fanghua: "???"

Feel offended.

---

It was the first time that Bai Qiao bought clothes for others, and he designed them himself. He had no idea about this kind of thing before, and he didn't know why some people would care so much about a piece of clothing, but he didn't realize until it was his turn. It turns out that the details can really make people happy.

Holding the bought clothes, Bai Qiao went upstairs to find Lu Sibo, opened the door, walked in and said, "Lu Lu, I bought you some clothes, do you want to try them?"

Lu Sibo in the bedroom did not rest, but sat on the head of the bed with a computer on his lap.

Bai Qiao walked over and asked, "Are you busy?"

Lu Sibo said: "No." At the same time, he reached out to him.

Bai Qiao passed the clothes over, but Lu Sibo brushed off the clothes, took his hand and asked him to sit over, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired." Bai Qiao said, "Try it, I designed it, it's very suitable for you."

Lu Sibo took a look at the suit. The clothes in his closet were uniform in color, all dark, with more black. Except for a few white shirts, there were no other bright-colored clothes. Bai Qiao's suit was also considered bright-colored. .

The combination of red and white, the color ratio is not well adjusted, it looks like brains mixed with blood, but the set designed by Bai Qiao is reasonable and does not give people a strange feeling.

Lu Sibo put the computer aside and said, "Thank you."

"Pfft, ahahaha——Brother Lu, are you in your birth year? Why are you still wearing red? Do you have red pants? Those with four corners hahaha!"

Hearing the sound coming from the opposite side of the computer, Bai Qiao paused first, picked up the laptop, and the picture displayed on the screen was facing a long table with people sitting on the left and right sides, and the direction of their eyes seemed to be Bai Qiao location.

After just one glance, Bai Qiao put down the computer and went over to help him organize his clothes, "Are you in a meeting?"

Lu Sibo said: "Well, something was said."

Bai Qiao thought for a while and asked, "Do you want to come to the awards show tonight?"

It happened that on weekends, Lu Sibo was alone at home, and Bai Qiao couldn't put Shan Fanghua in the backstage of the awards ceremony, so he came up with the idea of ​​bringing Lu Sibo there with him.

Bai Qiao said: "I'm idle at home, and I don't have anything to do recently. It's good to go out for a walk."

Seeing that Bai Qiao was convincing himself so seriously, Lu Sibo would naturally not refuse, raised his hand and rubbed his earlobe, leaned forward to kiss him, and said, "Okay."

Bai Qiao tidied up his clothes and put on a red tie with silver thread. This was a tie he picked up when he came out. He felt that the color matched the clothes very well, so he bought it.

"Not bad." Bai Qiao pinched Lu Sibo's cheek, "It's very pretty."

Lu Sibo hugged him into his arms, lowered his head and kissed tenderly, "Am I pretty or the clothes are pretty?"

The corners of Bai Qiao's mouth raised unconsciously, and there was a slight tingling pain on his neck. He turned his face away and said deliberately, "The clothes look good."

"Hiss—" Just as he finished speaking, Bai Qiao gasped, "Don't bite."

Lu Sibo didn't listen, instead he picked him up horizontally, turned off the computer and threw it aside, and threw Bai Qiao on the bed.

---

Mo Wang and a group of staff looked at the blacked-out screen and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Can Boss come back?"

Mo Wang stroked Zhi Zhi's bald head, "This little cypress is quite good, let me go back and take him back."

"Farewell, Assistant Mo, Mr. Lu doesn't go to work, do you want to skip work too?"

Mo Wang, who failed to escape but was exposed: "..."

"Tsk, that's wrong." Mo Wang knocked on the table, "Who am I? A grassroots employee who loves work and works hard to contribute to our group. When did I have the idea of ​​skipping work? My Isn't this the first time you are struggling on the front line of work, if you don't quit your job, I won't quit, and if you quit your job, I will finish it?"

Jing Yu glanced at him, deeply feeling that Mo Wang was a bit shameless.

The employee who spoke was yelled at by Mo Wang, but he didn't intend to change his words at all.

"You're right about Mr. Lu."

"what about me?"

"Let's put it this way." The employee thought deeply, "In the future, if you don't work in this company, you can go out and give a lecture on 'how to skip work reasonably on weekdays', and you can support yourself."

Don't forget: "..."