Feng Huaijin actually doesn’t care about clothing; as long as it fits and is comfortable, it’s fine.
Just going to a dinner, casually putting on a piece of clothing and heading out is enough.
But this ti, he was surprisingly hesitant, feeling like sothing was off both top and bottom, making him sowhat constrained.
Xiao Heng was already collapsed on the store’s sofa, secretly took out his phone from his pocket, and sent a few candid shots to Su Li.
[Xiao Heng: Su Li, which outfit looks good on Brother Qi? Give so advice.]
Su Li was in the middle of a video call guiding Tuanzi with howork. The child clearly knew how to do it but insisted with tearful eyes that he couldn’t and wanted her help, or else he’d scribble and face the teacher’s punishnt tomorrow.
Seeing the ssage from Xiao Heng, Su Li ended the call, as the space-ti energy from video calls often depletes quickly, sotis making it impossible to reach Tuanzi, so Su Li generally refrains from video calls.
Su Li looked at the photos sent by Xiao Heng, all featuring Feng Huaijin, changing into various ticulously crafted outfits, including suits, coats, and casual wear.
Su Li was secretly surprised; could it be... Feng Huaijin is preparing for Ao Shi Group’s year-end gala, hence choosing outfits?
Su Li examined carefully and noticed his excellent physique, like a clothes hanger, making everything fit brilliantly and highlighting his increasing handsoness.
Su Li blushed involuntarily, her face turning crimson.
[Su Li: They all look good.]
Xiao Heng almost rolled off the sofa; he waited half a day only to get this response from Su Li?
They all look good? Is there any difference from saying nothing?
Su Li seed worried that Xiao Heng wouldn’t believe her, so she sent a few voice ssages: "The first white suit is the freshest spring model; doesn’t that upright stature look magnificent? Xiao Heng, if you wore it, you’d look far less than one-tenth as good as Feng Huaijin."
"The second casual wool coat makes a tall and skinny person look even more handso. When he wears it to the gala, the female employees in his company, like , would probably want to snuggle into his coat for warmth. Xiao Heng, you’ve drunk too much milk tea and gotten too fat; you probably can’t fit in it."
"The third one is unbelievably good-looking..." Su Li continued with more enthusiastic praise.
The voice ssages were played loudly, resonating clearly in the quiet store with few custors.
As Feng Huaijin took clothes from the sales clerk, his hand paused, and he turned his head stiffly to look over.
Hearing Su Li praise Feng Huaijin while putting him down for being fat made Xiao Heng’s cheek twitch slightly. He looked pitifully at Feng Huaijin, waved the phone, and said, "Brother Qi, you...you heard that, right? She said every outfit looks good. She’s just blindly following. Just buy any one."
Feng Huaijin’s face was flushed; seeing the sales clerk holding clothes and trying not to laugh, he chuckled, extrely satisfied, and said, "At least she’s honest."
Honest?
Xiao Heng felt stabbed again, implying... Su Li calling him fat was also telling the truth?
He hasn’t had milk tea lately!
Xiao Heng, seeing Feng Huaijin wasn’t tornting the sales clerk anymore, held his phone, looking at Su Li’s chat box, disgruntledly sent a ssage: "Miss Su Li, I accidentally put your voice ssages on speaker, and Brother Qi heard them."
While checking the first-grade math problem pictures Tuanzi sent her, Su Li froze, her purple pupils suddenly constricting.
Wha, what?
Feng Huaijin heard?
What did she just say?
With a trembling hand, Su Li tapped—"Isn’t he magnificent?"
—"The female employees in his company, like , probably want to snuggle into his coat for warmth."
Su Li: "..."
She was so ashad she wanted to crawl into the ground and die!
What kind of infatuated nonsense was she saying to his photos?
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