Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

Shen Xinglan turned sideways and raised his eyebrows: "You want to give me clothes?"

Song Xu had an expression of waiting to be praised: "Hmm, you'll know when you go in."

He pushed his shoulders and led him into the shop.

The interior decoration is retro and elegant, with a sophisticated atmosphere everywhere, covering a large area, and different fabrics are displayed in different counters.

As soon as the two entered the door, the clerk came forward to greet them: "Welcome, Young Master Song."

Seeing Song Xu holding the young man's shoulders, she fixed her eyes on him and said with a pleasant smile, "Master He."

Even after entering the store, Song Xu still had no intention of letting go of his hands. He kept his hands on Shen Xinglan's shoulders, "Go and get the things I ordered earlier."

The clerk nodded, said to wait a moment, then turned around and went to the warehouse to pick up the goods.

Not long after, she turned back again, with an extra retro wooden box in her hand, and handed it to Shen Xinglan with both hands: "You can take a look first, if there is something you are not satisfied with, we will change it."

Shen Xinglan looked at Song Xu, and Song Xu said, "Go baby."

He raised his hand to open the lid of the wooden box, and the first thing that caught his eye was the small light strings surrounding it, which lit up with the induction. Raffia of different colors covered the body of the box, and a pure white shirt was placed in the center, which was clean and simple. , with clean lines.

After watching quietly for a while, Shen Xinglan curled the corners of her lips: "Thank you."

As if presenting a treasure, Song Xu picked up the white shirt with one hand, exposed the cuff, and handed it to Shen Xinglan: "Look at this."

There is a pattern embroidered with silver thread on the cuffs, and there is a pattern like a circle of water waves on the edge of the wheat ears, which looks silvery under the light.

Shen Xinglan finally became interested: "What is this?"

The clerk standing next to the two interjected, "Young Master Song placed an urgent order with us two days ago, and almost all the master craftsmen in the store were called to embroider the pattern, and they chose the best silver thread."

"This is the Song family crest."

Song Xu's expression was unprecedentedly serious and sincere, as if he had made some kind of determination: "Baby, I said before that the He family doesn't want you, I want you. If you wear this dress, you will become a member of our family. From now on, all my things will be shared." Half of you."

These words are loud and loud, and they are the utmost sincerity that a 17-year-old boy can make.

Because of youth, because of purity, because of passion.

Time seemed to stop, and the discerning clerk quietly backed away, leaving space for the two of them.

For a moment, Shen Xinglan couldn't help feeling that a man is such a strange creature, when he is in love, he can ignore it and give everything he has, but when he can't love it, he is worse than a beast.

It's hard to imagine it being done by the same person.

"I'm very touched." He stroked the silver thread badge, "Thank you."

A gift prepared with care naturally expects a response from the other party and hopes that the other party will like it.

Song Xu is in this state now, he took a step forward slightly, against the light, and moaned: "Since you are moved, do you want to..."

kiss Me?

Before he could finish his sentence, a man came out of the shop quickly, with pure black short sleeves and tassels on his shoulders swaying as he walked. The man looked worried, and threw his notebook on the sofa as soon as he came out.

Although the movement was light, it was still eye-catching in the quiet store. The supervisor walked over and asked about the situation: "What happened?"

The sofa was not far from Shen Xinglan and Song Xu, this little episode completely destroyed the warm and romantic atmosphere that had just been ignited.

Shen Xinglan looked over Song Xu's shoulder and looked in that direction.

The supervisor and Hei Short Sleeves communicated in a low voice, and the volume was deliberately lowered. The content of the conversation did not seem to be harmonious, and Hei Short Sleeves were a little emotional.

According to Song Xu's temperament, he was somewhat unhappy when a good thing was interrupted at a critical moment, but the look that He Shu looked over showed that his attention had been diverted, and he became more and more unhappy.

After carefully preparing for so long, what Song Xu expected was to be able to go further with He Shu and win the hearts of beauties with gifts.

What's the matter with this little guy who popped up out of nowhere?

Song Xu folded his arms, leaned back against the glass showcase, and said impatiently, "Hey, what's going on over there?"

Everyone in the store spoke softly, and suddenly someone said such a loud voice, even a deaf person could hear it.

The supervisor, who was trying to appease the other party, turned his head and saw Song Xu. He suddenly felt that it was difficult. He made a pause gesture to the black short sleeves, and strode towards this side.

"Master Song, something happened." The supervisor said politely, "It's under negotiation, it's nothing serious."

Once Song Xu was upset, he had to drag other people to accompany him. He squinted at each other, deliberately finding fault: "You two quarreled with me."

How could it be possible that Shen Xinglan, who was standing by the side, could not see Song Xu's little emotions, he couldn't help laughing, after all, he was still a child, hoping to get all the attention of his lover, and would make trouble if he couldn't get sweets.

The gift was also accepted, the process was over, Shen Xinglan didn't have time to make trouble, he lightly tugged on Song Xu's sleeve, and whispered: "Forget it, brother."

The word "brother" is light and soft, with a sweet ending. No one in the world can resist this tone.

Not to mention that pair of breathtaking eyes looked up close, obviously didn't say anything, but seemed to say a thousand words.

Song Xu's displeasure instantly extinguished most of it like an open fire when it encountered water.

At the same time, the supervisor also apologized with a good attitude: "Sorry for the bad influence on you, I will deal with this matter as soon as possible."

Song Xu didn't even bother to listen to what he had to say, so he coughed dryly and asked, "Baby, is there anything else in this store that you like? Take it if you see it."

You don't need to look at the time to know that you are going to be late, Shen Xinglan is still rushing back to school, he shook his head: "The one you gave me is already the best."

The one you gave me is already the best, let me translate - I like the one you gave me, and I don't like the others.

Song Xu's heart was full of elation, the more he read He Shu, the more he liked it, he also liked the strands of hair, his eyes, eyebrows and nose all grew to his heart, if he was asked to pick the moon at this time, he would definitely be willing.

"Okay, let's go back then." The corners of Song Xu's lips could not even be suppressed.

The two walked out of the store, and seeing that Shen Xinglan's arms were full of things, Song Xu simply carried them over and took them himself.

Just a second before stepping out of the store, a voice suddenly came from the store: "There is no result for so long, is this the only designer in your family?"

This voice is very familiar, even just heard it not long ago.

Shen Xinglan subconsciously turned her head, just in time to see a thin figure standing in the hall with a frosty face.

The three of them stood in a straight line and could see each other immediately.

Song Xu frowned unconsciously when he saw him for the first time: "Why are you here?"

After dozens of steps away, He Yu's expression blanked briefly: "Song Xu, Brother He Shu."

Shen Xinglan looked at the short-sleeved man again, the supervisor, and finally fell back on He Yu. He frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

Among the three, Song Xu was the one he didn't want to run into the most. Now that he and He Shu are in a deep relationship, the appearance of He Yu would always remind him of what happened in the woods and make him feel a sense of crisis.

He waved to the supervisor: "What happened?"

Relying on the fact that no one here knows him, He Yu dared to reveal his true colors unscrupulously before, but now when he meets an acquaintance, he panics a lot.

Seeing that Song Xu wanted to investigate clearly, he preemptively said: "Customized clothing will inevitably cause collisions and frictions due to disagreements. It's because I didn't control my emotions just now. It has nothing to do with the designer. He is very nice."

Song Xu flew over with a cold glance: "Ask you?"

Shen Xinglan folded her hands, like an outsider, looking leisurely, standing behind Song Xu, enjoying the other party's preference with peace of mind.

From the previous life to the present, the lonely and lonely finally turned into He Yu.

Since returning to her new home, where has He Yu not been pampered?From the perspective of the two elder brothers and He's mother, no one dared to treat him badly.

Now being bullied mercilessly in public, He Yu's face turned blue and pale, bit his lip, and after assessing the situation, he finally shut up.

The supervisor settled down, his cheeks were round, his temperament was elegant, and he spoke in a gentle voice, which was easy to convince:

"Half an hour ago, Young Master He went into the store to customize a suit and chose a Scable fabric that didn't match his style. From a professional point of view, the designer suggested that he choose a younger and more lively style, and the two had a disagreement."

Scable fabrics are mostly used to customize commercial styles, and they are called mature, stable, elegant and luxurious.Even if it is done, how can a boy who is only 17 years old survive?

Song Xu didn't expect it to be such a trivial matter, so he said impatiently: "The customer is God, and he will do whatever he wants."

Facing outsiders, the supervisor still explained in a good-tempered manner: "ITS is responsible for every piece of clothing sold. This is the consistent principle. Master He has to attend the birthday party for custom-made suits, so we must do our best."

"Birthday party?" Song Xu was suspicious, he turned his head to look at He Shu, "Are you attending your birthday party?"

During the few seconds when the other party turned his head, Shen Xinglan had already put on a dazed and ignorant expression, and told the truth: "Mom didn't say to prepare a birthday party for me this year."

The birthday party that happens every year suddenly disappeared this year.

He Shu also said before that not long ago, He's mother discovered that He Yu was her own.

Combining the known information together, it is easy to know what the current situation is - Mother He didn't plan to celebrate He Shu's birthday at all, why Yu is so serious about preparing for the birthday party, maybe it is because he wants to announce his identity to the outside world.

Song Xu's brain is not good at learning, but he is quicker in understanding the world. After all, he grew up in this kind of environment since he was a child.

He cursed in a low voice, restrained himself as much as possible, when he looked at He Yu again, apart from alienation, there was more disgust and hatred.

"Oh, the birthday party is such a festive occasion," Song Xu said with a smile, "What Scable do you wear, I'll pay for it and send you something else."

He casually pointed in a certain direction in the store, and there was a red suit on the hanger, made of polyester blend fabric, which was festive and auspicious, which seemed a bit ironic at this moment.

He Yu glanced at the suit, as if he had done something wrong, with an expression of crying if he said a few more words, lowered his head, and clenched his fingers tightly: "I'm sorry Brother He Shu, I told my mother that I can't do it. At the birthday party, I even quarreled with her, but I can't do anything about what she decides..."

Unexpectedly, Shen Xinglan didn't care about it: "Then do it."

This kind of indifference is not pretending at all, and the next moment he said to Song Xu: "As elder brothers, we should take care of younger brothers. Xiaoyu wants to wear Scable, so let him wear it."

What is a pattern?This is called opening up the pattern.

Song Xu suddenly felt that he was out of control, and appreciated He Shu more and more.

He Yu, who is tough in front of the designer, is like a rabbit at the moment: "Forget it, I don't care, this designer has their own style, and they can do whatever they want."

If his expression can be converted into a text emoticon package, then it must be that I have been wronged but I don't say jpg.

After He Shu had spoken, Song Xu naturally chose to listen to his wife, and immediately ordered to the supervisor: "Do it for him." He Yu thought that they were all ordinary customers like him and didn't understand the situation very well, so he said: "Said They won't listen..." However, the so-called principles and rules disappeared at this moment, and the supervisor agreed: "Okay." The supervisor suddenly changed his temper and agreed to Song Xu's words so easily.

But any normal person would feel angry at such a time. Everyone has spent money, so why should they be treated differently?

Why does the designer look down on people with dog eyes, think that he is not worthy of using high-end fabrics, and change it casually because of a word from an outsider?

He Yu couldn't help opening his eyes wide: "Why?"

Song Xu looked at him inexplicably: "?"

Seeing He Yu's doubts, the supervisor explained with a smile: "Young Master Song is the son of our shareholder. Since you are his friend, you can naturally treat guests more generously."

He Yu really didn't know much about Song Xu's identity. He only knew that his family was rich, but he didn't expect it to be so rich. The famous store in the bustling commercial street actually belonged to the Song family.

His question just now seemed particularly ridiculous and ignorant.

It would be fine if it was in front of others, but in front of Song Xu and He Shu, a fire burned up from the soles of his feet in an instant, making He Yu's cheeks hot, and he was not well.

Why, why does the designer prefer He Shu? Remember that he likes it, and Song Xu also prefers He Shu, but he is the only one who follows?

Obviously he is the real young master, He Shu is just a counterfeit who stole his life!

What He Shu enjoys now originally belonged to him.

The stagnant qi stagnated in the chest, turned into venom and spread to the limbs, He Yu's face was extremely gloomy.

As far as Song Xu was concerned, he had done what he had to do, there was no need to stay any longer, and he walked out of the shop with He Shu.

As the two walked out, He Yu could vaguely hear Song Xu's voice coaxing his ancestors, wanting to please his sweetheart:

"Don't be unhappy, baby. If the He family doesn't give you a birthday, I'll give it to you. Let's just say, the whole grand pomp will invite all the most famous people in the whole of Germany, huh?"

He Yu stood where he was, with his hands clenched tightly, and the corners of his lips drooping uncontrollably.

His fingers trembled uncontrollably, wanting to draw something, wanting to vent.

Countless details emerged at this moment, from He's mother's surprise at what he was wearing when they first met, to the seemingly inexhaustible closeness and protection of He Shu from his classmates, to He Shu's hooked fingers, Song Xu was willing to give everything... …

A vicious voice sounded next to my ear: Admit it, you and him are people from two worlds.

——You are so jealous of He Shu that you are crazy.

Obviously, the birthday party is coming soon, and He's mother and two elder brothers also love him very much. Seeing that the He family will soon have a foothold for him, He Shu is destined to be abandoned no matter how he looks at it.

He Yu still couldn't help but want to speed up all this, and make He Shu disappear as soon as possible and completely.