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The two slowly wandered north along the boulevard, and walked to the Queen in the center of Paris Avenue—the Champs-Elysées. I am afraid that no one will know that her 1200-meter-long western section is the most densely packed with world-famous brands in the world. In this place, first-class clothing stores, expensive perfume stores, luxury stores and high-quality restaurants gather. It is the most glorious and famous road in the world that combines elegance and prosperity, romance and fashion.

The name "Champs Elysees" can be said to be extremely appropriate, with both classical Chinese charm and romantic Western flavor.The street filled with the aroma of coffee, perfume, and pastries can be described as a veritable "Champs", and the elegant Ottoman-style buildings on both sides of the street are called "Lisa", which is not an exaggeration.

Now Fang Yiran and Fang Mo are strolling on this famous avenue, experiencing the life and romance of Parisians, but Fang Yiran turned his head to look at Fang Mo beside him, facing the dazzling luxury in front of him. With the slightest reaction, walking side by side with Fang Yiran attentively, Fang Yiran couldn't help thinking: Is this person really slow, or he doesn't care about these things.

Seeing that Fang Yiran looked sideways at him, Fang Mo smiled back at him.Fang Yiran blinked, looking at the innocent and honest smile in front of him, he suddenly felt so cute, leaned over, and tapped his lips lightly, expecting to see Fang Mo shy and at a loss.

Unexpectedly, Fang Mo also blinked his eyes, then poked his head over, and also stole a kiss on Fang Yiran's lips, which made Fang Yiran stunned for a moment, and then laughed happily, hey, how could he be so cute? This man... Fang Mo was inexplicably laughing, he didn't know what Fang Yiran was laughing at.

Fang Yiran led Fang Mo to continue walking, but did not enter any branded clothing stores on the Champs Elysees, until he saw the Arc de Triomphe, and after walking the Champs Elysees, Fang Yiran did not buy any clothes for Fang Mo, Fang Mo There was no other party who expressed doubts as if he had forgotten what he had said, but honestly let Fang Yiran lead the way, as if it didn't matter where they went as long as the two of them walked hand in hand.

Fang Yiran turned out of the main street familiarly, then turned left and right into a very inconspicuous alley, opened the door and walked into a shop that didn't even have a signboard.The purpose of entering the door is a row of cabinets with at least a thousand small drawers. The wooden cabinets are as dilapidated as antiques that have lasted for hundreds of years.

"Hey, where's the master?" Fang Yiran grabbed the only young man and asked.

The young man pointed at the back, "He's basking in the sun at the back." He said in proficient Chinese, "Are you looking for him?"

Fang Yiran nodded, "Business is coming." The young man put down the work in his hand and ran to the back, while Fang Yiran honestly looked at the several design drawings on the workbench.

"You still know to come and see me, an old man?" With a scolding sound, an old man with age spots all over his face and skin piled up like folds came out.

"Master, what did you say?" Fang Yiran laughed twice.

"Hmph." The old man snorted coldly, and leaned on the ground with his cane, "Tell me, why are you coming to Paris again this time?"

"The company holds a fashion show."

"It's all gaudy things to fool people." The old man snorted dissatisfiedly, if those who pursue Fang Yiran's company brand heard that the things they spent thousands of dollars were called gaudy things, they would be so angry, and Or say it in front of the designer.

Who knew that Fang Yiran was not only not annoyed, but also smiled and said: "Is it a commodity economy?" He actually admitted the old man's criticism of his design.

"Then why are you here looking for me?"

"Nao, order a few sets of clothes for him." Fang Yiran pointed to Fang Mo who had been silent.

The old man glanced at Fang Mo, "You are too handsome, I don't know which celebrity, so I won't do it."

Fang Yiran rolled his eyes, no wonder the old man was so good at craftsmanship, he was reduced to the point where he was about to starve to death, it was not all caused by his bad temper, yes, this is actually a tailor shop for custom-made handmade suits, when Fang Yiran was studying in Paris , I used to hone my skills in this store, and the cabinet full of walls can provide customers with thousands of different fabrics to choose from, including many luxury fabrics, from every button to every One stitch, all handmade for each customer, and this unremarkable old man is an old tailor. It is this shop that doesn't even have a name, but it can make high-end handmade suits comparable to Savile Row.

In the end, the old man couldn't make trouble with Fang Yiran's stalking, so he agreed to make a suit for him, Fang Yiran insisted: "I'll get the clothes in a week."

When the old man heard this, his eyes widened, he raised his crutches and beat him, "Think it's your rags! Get it in two months, there's no need to discuss it."

Fang Mo, who was quietly watching Fang Yiran talking to the old man, suddenly took Fang Yiran into his arms and glared at the old man.

Both of them were taken aback by Fang Mo's actions. In fact, the old man also pretended that the other party was fierce, but he actually treated Fang Yiran as his son because he had no children. It was given to Fang Yiran, even this store was given to Fang Yiran, how could he be willing to fight.Unexpectedly, Fang Mo overreacted, thinking that the old man really wanted to hit Fang.

Fang Yiran, who was protected in his arms like a baby, laughed first, and reached out to touch his tight face, as if the old man really dared to beat him and was about to do it, "This is my master playing with me, take it easy."

"Who played with you!" The old man put down his crutch angrily, and couldn't help but look at Fang Mo more, he didn't expect this guy to be so precious to his apprentice.

After measuring the size for Fang Mo and taking Fang Yiran's money, the old man impatiently drove the two of them out of the shop, and only said one last sentence, "Don't forget."

Don't forget what?The old man didn't say anything.Fang Yiran nodded and waved goodbye to the old man, presumably it was an agreement between the two.

The two of them came out of the old man's shop, and Fang Yiran saw Fang Mo looking at the receipt he had swiped the card just now, and couldn't help but leaned over to take a look, wondering if there was anything worth studying on it, wasn't it just how much money was swiped? ?

"I will pay you back." Fang Mo said suddenly.

"Ah?" It turned out that he was studying this, "It's okay, I will send it to you."

"3000 yuan, I will pay you back." Fang Mo said stubbornly again.

Fang Yiran thought, that is not 3000 yuan, but 3000 euros, okay... But Fang Mo only knew the Arabic numerals 3000 on the entire receipt, so he naively thought that this handmade suit only needed [-] Renminbi, but I don’t think this is in Paris, and people don’t use such things as renminbi.

Fang Yiran nodded helplessly. Fang Mo was surprised that it hadn’t been a day or two. Anyway, he didn’t care about money. Realizing that I am short of money, besides, even if Fang Yiran is so poor that he has no money at all, isn’t there someone who can be an ATM... So Fang Yiran really doesn’t care at all, he belongs to the category of earning money The type that can spend, doesn't know what saving money is at all.

"What did he just tell you not to forget?"

Fang Yiran was speechless, this is his privacy, don't ask it for granted, okay, but Fang Yiran didn't intend to hide it, and told Fang Mo directly, "I promised him to wait for me to make the first set by myself. men’s clothing, inherit his store and make it a top brand like Huntsman.”

Fang Mo actually didn't know what Huntsman was at all, but at least he understood Fang Yiran's first half sentence and nodded.