Soul of the rich

Wen Zhiyuan looked at the table with a loving father and a filial son, and smiled and lowered his head to write strokes, [You are right, I used to care too much about my appearance, I have to see a designer, I can’t even think of it now. What to order. 】Wen Song pays close attention to him all the time. When he sees him turning his light brain around, he looks down. After reading, he laughs and pats his hand. Xiang Du Jing, "When you bring the designer in, tell him to prepare more for Xiao Yuan, such as this..." Then he paused.

Du Jing couldn't take it anymore, she cared so much about her children that she even remembered the size of her underwear clearly, and even when Wen Song mentioned Wen Chengxing, she could prepare a few more dresses, because she roughly knew what her son had and would need it later. What.

As for Wen Zhiyuan, speaking of it, before this month, most people in this mansion probably mentioned him, and they had to think carefully before they could conceive what he looked like in their minds.

Du Jing is very clear about his appearance, but what kind of clothes does he have...

Wen Zhiyuan watched them stop with a smile, then lowered his head and went to write, Wen Song looked over nervously.

[I went to see Mr. Qi yesterday, Adjutant Lin said that there is a horse farm near the mansion.So I think I need a set of riding clothes. I can’t think of anything else for a while. Otherwise, can Cheng Xing give me some advice? I think you are better at this than me. 】Finally found the steps, Wen Song tapped the table twice, "It is said that your brothers are not far behind in age, young people are easy to talk, become stars, and you will take your brother to look at your closet in a while."

Wen Chengxing was obviously reluctant, but he had a very rational understanding of maintaining a good relationship with Wen Zhiyuan at this stage, and muttered softly, "I have different hobbies, so I don't know what he lacks."

[I'll go and see what I have first, and then I'll ask you for help.] Wen Zhiyuan glanced sideways at Wen Song, [Your clothes look very comfortable today, can I wear them? ] After finishing writing, put away the optical brain and return to the room.

Wen Song caressed his cuff, and Wen Zhiyuan's faintly friendly attitude was very helpful, so he simply stood up with him, "Comfortable is comfortable, middle-aged people's home clothes are not suitable for you, son, you really have no sense of fashion, let's go." Let's go, Dad will go with you to see the details."

Wen Chengyue seemed to be about to throw his chopsticks, but when Du Jing held her down, Wen Chengxing followed Wen Song's eyes and followed suit.

Wen Zhiyuan walked in the front, listening to the footsteps behind him, squinting his eyes in the morning light, thinking that he would receive the information he wanted to inquire at noon, he felt even better.

Wen Song should have never entered Wen Zhiyuan's room in the past 20 years. Du Jing likes to talk about interacting with children. As a result, Wen Chengyue and Wen Chengxing watched Wen Chengyue and Wen Chengxing grow up when they were young, and even got up in the middle of the night to take care of them.

Although the child needs a private space when he grows up, he still knows the rough outline of the room.

So when Wen Zhiyuan pushed the bedroom away and signaled him to go in with Wen Chengxing with a smile, Wen Song stayed at the door.

A bed, a table, a chair, and a cabinet. There is a water cup on the table, and a carved wooden box. The bed is about 1.5 meters wide and covered with gray sheets. blanket.The wardrobe is two meters high and more than one meter wide, with two narrow doors, and the volume is not as large as my own tie storage cabinet.Flat blackout drapes give this home the look of an unfinished board room.

Wen Chengxing followed Wen Song, saw his father stopped, stretched his neck to look in, and was stunned for a moment.

[My clothes are well organized, you can tell by just looking at them. 】Wen Zhiyuan finished typing unconsciously, gave Wen Song a look, took two steps into the room, and waved back, then opened the cabinet smoothly and naturally.

One side of the cabinet door was opened, and there were two sets of dresses that were used a few days ago. The other side was divided into four grids, each grid was half full, and it was probably two kinds of coats and underwear. Winter and summer.

Wen Song took two steps in embarrassingly, Wen Chengxing followed him dully and also went in two steps, the father and son stretched their necks and silently looked at the open cabinet.

Wen Zhiyuan remained calm, laughing like crazy in his heart, it's a pity that he can't speak, otherwise he would definitely poke their hearts and slap them in the face. How dare you think that you can get along with me like this?

If you want to marry me out to reap benefits, don't daydream too beautifully!

Wen Song paused for a while, quickly adjusted his state, and stared at Wen Zhiyuan breathlessly, "You child, you are living like an ascetic monk, and the servants living in the outer courtyard have more clothes than you. If you don't like to dress up, you must There is a limit, when you come out as an adult, the first impression is still important..."

Wen Zhiyuan looked at him quietly.

Wen Song struggled to say a few words, finally couldn't continue, waved his hands and walked out, "Let's go, let's take a look at the configuration in your brother's closet as a reference, I will prepare it for you at once."

Wen Chengxing gave Wen Zhiyuan a strange look, and followed Wen Song silently. After living like this, he has not gone crazy. This Wen Zhiyuan is also a god.

Wen Zhiyuan leisurely followed the two of them, and to be honest, he was a little curious about the room of this very beloved heir reserve brother.

Wen Chengxing didn't protest about the private space this time, and obediently opened the bedroom to let the two of them in.

Wen Song stood at the door and paused in the same footsteps, as if he regretted coming to see the suggestions for reference, and turned his head carefully to observe Zhiyuan's expression below, seeing that he was still normal, he walked in with a sigh of relief.

This room is as big as Wen Zhiyuan's two rooms, with luxurious floor-to-ceiling velvet curtains, bookshelves on the front wall, a large cabinet with models of airships and spacecraft in the corner, and a large bed covered with brocade covers that can accommodate four or five adults. The top is rolled, and the rest of the details are also comfortable and luxurious.

After walking two steps, Wen Chengxing's footsteps paused, and he couldn't help but look at Wen Zhiyuan with a guilty conscience.

Wen Zhiyuan seemed indifferent, his expression was flat, he had seen more gorgeous rooms, since he was a child he knew that these did not belong to him, since it was someone else's house, just take a look around.

Without expectations there is no harm.

The current situation, in Wen Zhiyuan's heart, is nothing more than a fool not to take advantage of it.

There are two doors into the bedroom, one is the bathroom and the other is a separate cloakroom.

The door opened, and there was another cloakroom that was twice the size of Wen Zhiyuan's bedroom.

Wensong was about to break out in a cold sweat. There were rows of solid wooden shelves inside, with custom-made labels on them, such as shirts, belts, ties, cuffs, shoes, watches, all sorted by category, and small labels to note the occasions for those clothes , Even some commemorative accessories and clothes of Wen Chengxing's childhood are also well kept.

When it comes to this point, Wen Chengxing is very relaxed. He thinks that he deserves it. Even if he owes Wen Zhiyuan, it is Wen Song and has nothing to do with him.

Wen Zhiyuan didn't care about Wen Song's unnatural expression, he walked around the whole cloakroom with great interest, matched the contents with what Katie had said before, and found that there are indeed so many men's clothes Pay attention, and feel that it is an eye-opener.

"Ahem," Wen Song coughed dryly, "I almost understand the classification, the designer will be here soon, let's go down."

Wen Zhiyuan nodded, 【Are these necessary?It seems a bit difficult to match at once, I have never seen so many clothes. 】Wen Song's face was green and pale, and he blamed Du Jing for being incompetent as the head of the house. He couldn't help but took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his palms, "Father said that I will provide you with everything that is missing. You mean what you say, find a few more shops to catch up with work, there will always be some, don’t worry. It’s fine to take you to Capital Star to do some shopping before the wedding.”

【Thanks. 】Wen Zhiyuan accepted it unceremoniously, wrote two words and handed it over.

Wen Chengxing has been quietly looking at Wen Zhiyuan's face, fantasizing about changing places in his heart, he must be mad with anger, is this Wen Zhiyuan really so indifferent?

Wen Song led the way out of Wen Zhiyuan's bedroom, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Du Jing who was about to push the door open.

Du Jing smiled dignifiedly and elegantly, "The designer is here, you three should hurry down, Cheng Yue and Cheng Xin have already passed."

Wen Songli snorted, and glared at her viciously, thinking of the consequences if Wen Zhiyuan got angry, Du Jing would not be pleasing to her eyes.Seeing that Wen Zhiyuan would fly away immediately, it would be a waste of time to mend the relationship.

Du Jing was stared inexplicably and wronged, and dragged Wen Chengxing aside to ask.

Wen Zhiyuan smiled and walked past her without giving her a glance.

When Wen Song went downstairs, he asked Zhang Butler to contact the merchant immediately with Wen Zhiyuan's size and photos, and asked the shopping guides of several specialty stores to quickly deliver samples, including not only clothes but also accessories and watches.

Wen Chengyue had already taken sister Wen Chengxin and Wen Chengya to measure the size at the designer. The three girls were chattering, and Wen Song was very upset when they heard it.

But there is a niece around, so I can't reprimand him, the suffocated internal fire rises, I drink tea desperately, after waiting for a while, I still can't finish it, I pat Wen Zhiyuan on the shoulder, "Dad has something in my collection for you, I'll give it to you first Take it here."

Wen Zhiyuan nodded, smiling quite cutely.

Finally, Wen Cheng finished measuring the size and chose the clothes. Nearly two hours had passed. If Wen Chengxin hadn't looked at her face and said desperately that enough was enough, she would probably be able to choose lunch.

Wen Zhiyuan ignored Wen Chengyue's provocative gaze, and sat quietly by the side flipping through the sample booklets of this season's new models brought by the designer. When he saw something pleasing to the eye, he circled it, painting a booklet beyond recognition.

When the designer finished complimenting the young lady of the Wen family and then remembered to deal with him, Wen Zhiyuan held up the optical brain head-on, with two lines of big characters on it, [Measure the size, and send all the drawings I drew after the measurement. 】