"Young Master"

Hua Mian just walked into the ready-to-wear shop, and the warm greeting from the shop owner came from next to him: "Why did the young master come here in person? You want to buy the attendant's clothes and ask someone to come." As he said that, he came over as he was familiar.

Huamian did not reply to the other party's words, but just looked around in the store. As the name suggests, the ready-to-wear store sells ready-made clothes. A small amount of these clothes are made by the store themselves, while more of them come from pawn shops.

The price is relatively low.

Due to the limitations of the source, Huamian looked around and found that Xiao Cui didn't have many men's clothing, and the quality didn't look very good.

It was obvious that the young master was not interested in the clothes hanging in the store, and the owner was unwilling to let go of the business that was delivered to him, so he followed and asked, "Who is the young master showing the clothes? Tell me, I'll help the young master think about it,

It also saves the waste of the master's time."

"I want to buy a suit for a boy who is about this tall," Hua Mian said and gestured at a height.

The garment shop owner asked: "What kind of identity is the other person?" The teenager who can ask the young master to buy clothes himself should have a low status, but he should not be the young master's relative.

'What is the right identity for Xiao Cui this time? Pretend to pretend to be a brother?', Hua Mian thought quickly when she heard the boss ask.

"Young Master?" When he saw the young master opposite, he was suddenly stunned, and the shop owner called softly.

"Shutong is my book boy." Hua Mian thought about it for a while and said that Xiao Cui was a bodyguard, no one would believe it, and it was more appropriate for Shutong to be the identity of Shutong.

"Young Master's book boy, this is probably not easy to deal with." The shop owner turned around and flipped it up one by one on the shelves.

"This piece of cloth is not good. This is a coarse cloth shirt for ordinary children. It's not good or bad..." He picked up a piece of clothing and looked around and shook his head and put it down.

"Young Master, how about this outfit?"

Huamian looked in the direction of the other person's fingers, and a big red short shirt was hanging by the wall, which looked like a clothes that his children would wear during the Chinese New Year.

"No, this piece is too colored, it doesn't match me when it stands with me," Hua Mian said and shook her head.

"That's what should be appropriate," the shop owner seemed to remember something, and ran to the shelf on the other side for a few steps and took out one from a stack of clothes, holding it in front of Hua Mian and the others.

"This..." Huamian looked at the expression on the shop owner's face and smiled like a flower, then looked at the clothes she was holding. If I remember correctly, this big green foundation was paired with red and yellow

In the past, yellow flowers were criticized for making bed sheets.

"It looks good. This flower is dyed with the popular tie-dye method in the city. Children look noble when wearing it. They will not lose their face even if they stand next to the young master." The owner couldn't see Huamian's heart.

I'm still strongly recommending it.

"...I'm afraid...the color of my clothes is not suitable..."

"Shutong is so energetic when she stands beside the young master in this outfit."

"Or why I'll look at something else..."

"Young master, don't talk about these things. You can first touch the feel of this material. It's so soft. You can never find such a good thing in the ready-to-wear shops in the city."

Seeing that the shop owner was holding the clothes and asked Hua Mian to touch them, Xiao quickly spoke, "Our young master has always liked the simple and elegant colors. The boss's hand looks good, but the Shu Tong's clothes cannot be more eye-catching than the young master, right?
Chapter completed!