man in suit

The moment the man in white silk pajamas opened the dressing room in his bedroom, his whole body was petrified as if he had been enchanted by Medusa.

This, can, really, is, a, can, afraid, of, wardrobe.

The colorful colors make this rectangular dressing room look like a kaleidoscope, you seem to have fallen into a world in a fairy tale called Alice in Wonderland, abstract, pop, geometric , there are other patterns similar to weave patterns all over every designer clothes.

Take a look at this closet, you can easily find luxury brands. Among the luxury brands, Chanel, Prada, LV, Dior, Gucci, CK and other six blue-blooded brands of clothes and accessories occupy half of the dressing room, and the rest are Filled with dazzling brands such as Dolce&Gabbana, Givenchy, GiorgioArmani, Valentino, Versace, Hermes, Lanvin, Burberry, etc.

"I must throw all these expensive peacock feathers away."

Expensive ones are not necessarily suitable for you. A 36-year-old man wearing these colorful clothes will make Mingchen feel like a peacock. He even wonders if the original owner of this dressing room spent all his money on When it comes to buying luxury goods, people will make a bad face at this age when they should be enjoying themselves.

He flipped through his bank card, unfortunately, the amount on it made Mingchen very disappointed, especially as a man who has served a wealthy family for nearly ten years.

Glancing at himself in the mirror, Ming Chen said to himself: "You must be a man with low self-esteem to like to arm yourself with expensive luxury goods. Death is indeed a good relief for you."

He can't wear pajamas all the time, and he can always choose a suit that is pleasing to the eye after choosing carefully in the closet. His extremely well-maintained slender fingers lightly swipe across the clothes, like a king reviewing the team, the closet Every suit in it is his warrior.

"You should be thankful, I will make the rest of your life as chic and beautiful as a real star and aristocrat." His fingers stopped suddenly, and the man gently hooked one of the unbranded suits, "It's you. "

The low-pressure light clouds, the wet asphalt road, and the green trees outside the house drenched by the drizzle can feel the coldness penetrating into the skin and bones outside the house through the glass windows.

In this kind of weather, you should be curled up in front of the fireplace at home, covered with a woolen blanket, holding a stupid cat or dog, drinking a cup of hot cocoa and reading a book that makes you sleepy, instead of being A brat dragged it outside for dinner.

Dressed neatly, Mingchen yawned slightly and walked down the stairs while holding onto the handrail. At the corner of the stairs, he saw the figure of He Wenhan. He looked like a tiger wolf wearing the skin of a "gentleman". Under the well-dressed appearance, there was a restless heart called a "beast".

Hearing the sound of Mingchen coming downstairs, He Wenhan, who was waiting impatiently, turned around and looked at the man, his eyes froze for a moment when they touched Mingchen.

There were two balls of fire jumping in his eyes, He Wenhan licked the corner of his mouth, staring at Mingchen as if he was looking at his dinner today: "Butterfly, where are those beautiful wings of yours?"

The standard black and gray British style three-piece suit, in this bad weather, it is most suitable to add a stylish long windbreaker of the same color to the outside of the three-piece suit. It is tightly wrapped and airtight, and it is a gentleman Elegant, elegant and... ascetic.

"Can we go?" Ignoring He Wenhan's banter, Ming Chen walked over with steady steps.

"Of course." Gently smoothing Mingchen's collar with his palm, the high-quality material left a warm and comfortable touch in his palm. He Wenhan stepped forward and approached the man's cheek ambiguously, whispering, "Did you choose this suit on purpose? Clothes?"

"Is there anything special about this suit?" Ming Chen asked back.

Arming the man's waist, He Wenhan raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of meaning hidden in his deep laughter: "He Hongxue gave you this."

"With your last name."

He Wenhan laughed almost immediately, looking at the man in surprise and disbelief: "Did you really forget him?"

"Should I remember him? I have forgotten everyone." Ming Chen said calmly.

So is there anything special about this He Hongxue that he needs to remember?

"He's my big brother." He Wenhan moved closer to the man and sniffed lightly, his eyes lit up, "I like the perfume you wear on your body."