Urban Fashion Cultivation

Sitting in the secluded booth of the luxury restaurant on the 56th floor of the city's landmark building, Fan Zhilan expressed her feelings to Hao Yingjun, "Oh, the physique of ordinary people who have not practiced is so bad that they can do it just by walking around the street." Tripping myself, and knowing that I am not in good health, I still don’t look at the road! I’m still striding forward! I’m still pushing and muttering! We’ve also been implicated..."

Fan Zhilan didn't feel too depressed at the moment, he was in high spirits at first, and saw everything new—this kind of freshness was not only all kinds of commodities, but also buildings and pedestrians. In short, he had hardly seen one For a bumpkin in the world, a pair of eyes is definitely not enough for wandering in the bustling streets of the city!Hao Yingjun was very lucky at the time, thankful that Fan Fan had a handsome face enough to confuse the world, if he looked like a fool, he would get so many supercilious looks!

In fact, Fan Zhilan is obviously more interested in all kinds of pedestrians than those dazzling array of goods.In the past more than ten years, although he was raised in a deep boudoir and has been living in seclusion, a person like Fairy Kongmeng would never wrong him.The cave where I live is a real paradise. The high-rise palaces are like a fairyland, full of exotic flowers and plants, and any decoration inside is priceless. Growing up in such an environment, Fan Zhilan's vision has long since been raised to break through the sky , so those so-called luxuries, he doesn't pay much attention to them, at most they look fresh.

On the other hand, in Fan Zhilan's view, 'people' are obviously much rarer.What he had seen in the past was too simple, from Fairy Kongmeng to all kinds of maidservants, they were all beauties, and they were all young beauties in their prime—at least it seemed.what about now?My God, men, women, old and young, tall, short, fat, thin, moving and quiet, beautiful and ugly, everything!It's almost dizzying!

So Hao Yingjun, who was watching, couldn't bear to look directly at the scene happened—the host of the fish lip, he seemed to have completely forgotten the lethality of his appearance, and he used the exquisite footwork that ordinary people would never see, almost called It was blatant, blinking a pair of domineering phoenix eyes that were as bright as morning stars, looking straight at someone in the crowd, even if they crossed the line of sight, still confident and never looked away first!

Under such a beautiful face that deceives the world, who can have the insight to see through this is an ignorant fool?In short, the reality is that all the pedestrians who were unfortunately selected were stunned by Fan Zhilan's high-voltage electric eye, so along the way, they bumped into pillars, bumped into people, and then simply fell down, and twisted their feet by the way. One after another, it was so tragic that it was unbearable to look directly at.

And then, for some reason, a new force came out from all directions, all of them holding their mobile phones, whispering to each other in twos and threes, screaming from time to time, and more people scrambling to brush past Fan Zhilan, This exaggerated crowd even squeezed out the driver brother who had been working hard behind him, and Fan Zhilan, who had a fish lip, was still lamenting the large population of this world!At such a critical moment, it was still the witty Hao Yingjun who turned the tide and asked Fan Fan to drive away the crowd and run to the restaurant on the top floor to take refuge temporarily.

This restaurant is very famous in this city, the reason is that it is better than a black shop if it is not a black shop. Ordinary people would have a stomachache just looking at the menu, and those who had to spend a lot of money would not dare to enter, so when Fan Zhilan hid here, she immediately felt that the air was fresh, and the flow of people suddenly From the Yangtze River to the Yellow River, it became the stream in front of the door.

Hao Yingjun, exhausted physically and mentally, hadn't had time to teach Fan Fan a lesson, when he heard him spout nonsense again, saying that mortals have poor physique and don't pay attention to the road, such a backlash is unbearable!

Hao Yingjun felt a great sulking, he was furiously selecting various condemning words in his mind, and before he could organize it to spew out, a beautiful waiter in uniform came over, holding a beautiful book in both hands. The menu card, with red cheeks and a look of a deer bumping around, asked in a low voice in French: [Sir, can I help you? 】

Fan Zhilan took the menu card without any hassle, looked down at it in a very puzzled manner, and didn't even look at the waiter who managed to get a place.

After a while, Fan Zhilan, who was still flipping through the pages confidently, quietly asked Hao Yingjun, "Hey, do you know these words? What are they written in?"

As a black shop that focuses on defrauding local tyrants, the menu here must be very high-end, all of which are in French, without a single Chinese character.When other country bumpkins come in, at least they can understand the Arabic numerals behind them, and then they can measure their own financial resources.Fan Zhilan was even more sad, he didn't even know Arabic numerals, so the whole book was a bible for him.

Hao Yingjun is still holding his breath, he can't let it out easily, but he can't shame Fan Fan here either!After deliberating for a few seconds, the almighty Hao Yingjun began to slow down his speech, demonstrating a paragraph of standard French.

Fan Zhilan, who had long experience in cooperation, followed immediately, repeating without changing his tone, he raised his chin lightly, his long eyelashes covered a shadow, and the end of his red eyes stretched and connected like an ink painting. It was the high-end attire, and that calm demeanor. The waiter, who was annoyed that he was ignored, knelt down in an instant.

Fan Zhilan closed the menu and handed it to the dumbfounded waiter, who left with steps like walking on clouds.

A few waiters who had nothing to do and had been paying attention to this side dragged the lucky guy over, and asked in a hurry, "how is it? Are there any flaws in a close look? Can you speak French? Look clearly What brand is he wearing? And what has he ordered?"

The waiter who was in a trance came to her senses, she hugged the thick menu tightly, nodded heavily with tears in her eyes, "In short, it's better than imagined, a tall man!"

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Hao Yingjun listened to the conversation in the distance with his ears sideways, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, Fan Fan's pretense skills are almost at full level!Obviously so stupid in nature, alas, there is no way, the world is so unfair, who makes people have racial talents?

But after a short while of emotion, it finally remembered, no, I haven't sprayed him yet, so I can't let it go lightly!So the anger continued to brew, and it was about to spew out!

At this time, another waiter came over with no winks. She was carrying a tray with a slender bottle of red wine on it. The waiter put the red wine on the table for Fan Zhilan and said in French in a low voice: "This is A gentleman gave it to you, he said that good wine is for a beautiful woman, I hope you can taste it.”

The sad Hao Yingjun, who had been failing again and again, was now like a balloon that had been poked with a needle, and he was so tired that he didn't want to say anything.

The waiter who brought the wine was very guilty after saying this, for fear that this domineering young man with a status and status would throw all the fire on himself after being furious, what do you think? Ah, I'm sitting here comfortably, but a man says that I'm giving wine to a beautiful woman, isn't that a joke?

But to her surprise, Fan Zhilan accepted it very calmly, and motioned for her to open the bottle cap, and after the bright red wine was poured into the goblet, he picked it up and took a sip, as if he didn't mind being caught by someone. The thing about men being 'beautiful'.

The waiter's eyes flickered, she seemed to understand something, but she still couldn't believe it, so she went down with an empty tray in a daze.

Fan Zhilan murmured to Hao Yingjun in a low voice, "This wine isn't very tasty, it's weird, but the color is pretty. But before the food is served, the wine is served first. The order is so strange. Hao Yingjun, what are you doing?" ? Do you want to try it?"

Obviously, Fan Zhilan, who doesn't understand French, didn't understand what the waiter was saying at all. He just followed his usual pretentious style and made a move that he thought he couldn't make a mistake. Didn't he just order this bottle of wine?

Hao Yingjun was completely killed and decided to fight him to the end.

In a small box not far away, an imposing man paused for a while in Fan Zhilan's direction. He was also holding a glass of the same red wine in his hand. In the man's dark green eyes, people immediately think of Satan's feast, blood or roses, gorgeous and evil.The man let go of the wine glass and lightly touched the edge of the table, "cheers..."

The young man standing behind him knew that the boss's expression meant that he had found an interesting prey.

He quietly sent a superficial glance in that direction with pity eyes.

At this time, there was a pleasant mobile phone ringing in the box. It was a light mass, sung by a top choir, sacred and solemn. The young man quickly picked it up and listened to what was said on the other end of the phone. After hanging up the phone, he lowered his head and said to the man: [boss, we are going back. 】

The man pursed his lips regretfully and nodded.

The young man pushed the wheelchair and left in a low-key manner surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black.