Fu Mohan raised his eyebrows and pressed his body towards Lin Jinran, "Don't want to?"

Lin Jinran was indeed unwilling.

She can continue to live because she can earn money. Only with money can she raise money for her mother's medical expenses.

She was doing it for Fu Mohan, and Fu Mohan wouldn't give her money, and he might even picky and dislike her.

You must know that all the clothes Fu Mohan wears are high-end handmade and custom-made, all from a workshop that has been passed down for generations.

She is completely incomparable to someone who only has dreams but has not yet implemented them.

Facing the man's sharp and oppressive gaze, Lin Jinran was forced to compromise and nodded, "Okay."

Her words finally calmed the man's displeasure, and he raised his hand and threw away the crumpled paper in his hand.

Lin Jinran took it quickly, Ning's delicate brows spread, but he was stunned for a moment.

This is a blank piece of paper with not a single word on it.

"When you do a good job for me, I will naturally return it to you." Suddenly, a man's low and cold voice came to my ears.

The meaning is very clear, he must make his suit first before he can do her private work.

Domineering and frustrating.

Having already agreed to Fu Mohan's request, even if Lin Jinran was unwilling, he could only compromise, "In that moment, give me your body measurements, and also tell me what style you like."

Only by knowing his body size can we draw the design and finally produce the finished product.

But Fu Mohan didn't agree with what she meant, "You can personally measure it for me. You decide the style. I just want to see the finished product."

Lin Jinran was slightly stunned. She was the one who made the final decision on the style. Why, like the customers Ji Yunting said, it was really hard for her to understand what these people thought.

In this case, what if you don’t like it?

This kind of approach of letting the designer do what he wants, a senior designer may not be able to grasp the preferences of prospective customers 100%, let alone a newbie.

Forget it, Fu Mohan was in front of her anyway. She had drawn the design and showed it to him directly. After he confirmed it, she would make the finished product.

As for making the clothes herself, Lin Jinran was a little dissatisfied. She felt that Fu Mohan was doing it on purpose. He made clothes custom-made all the year round, and every time he made clothes, he would definitely have to make the clothes custom-made. How could there be no size? He clearly didn't give it to her.

She didn't care and hurriedly finished his to get the customer's size.

"Wait a minute." Lin Jinran trotted back to the bedroom and took out a measuring ruler, paper, and pen from the small bag.

Fu Mohan had slowly followed over, closed the bedroom door, and walked behind her with long legs.

Lin Jinran turned around and was startled. He subconsciously took a few steps back and pulled away a little. When he saw Fu Mohan wearing casual clothes, he frowned and said, "Take off your jacket."

"Take it off for me." Fu Mohan stood still like a statue, a little dissatisfied with her actions just now.

Why should she help take it off?

Lin Jinran wanted to refute, but when he looked into the man's deep black eyes, he swallowed all his words.

Taking it off and fighting with her will only waste her time.

In order to complete it as soon as possible, Lin Jinran endured it.

She walked up to Fu Mohan, and his tall figure covered the light in front of her. Lin Jinran lowered his head, raised his hand to zip up the zipper, and untied it with a gentle pull.

He hurriedly turned to the man's back, grasped his shoulders with his hands, and took off his coat.

The man remained motionless, which made Lin Jinran breathe a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!