Because no one told Wang Jun how to match his clothes this morning, he just took something from the closet and put it on casually. When he went out, he saw that all the people on the street were staring at him.

Looking at it, I realized that what I was wearing was a little inappropriate.

Gu Cheng was already laughing so much that he collapsed on the floor, completely losing his previous composure. He rubbed his sore stomach and tried his best to control his laughter.

After Li Lan's initial anger, coupled with Wang Jun's shameless entanglement, Li Lan's anger gradually became less intense. She turned to look at Wang Jun's clothes and felt a little want to laugh after being led by Gu Cheng.

"What do you think?"

Li Lan scolded Wang Jun with a blank look.

"Red T-shirt, green overalls, and yellow sneakers, are you doing performance art? When did you have a part-time job, COS? I didn't know you had this talent.

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After hearing Li Lan's words, Wang Jun was still a little slow. He looked in the mirror and saw that he looked a little younger in his clothes. He always looked a little weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"They are all clean clothes. Is there anything wrong?"

Seeing that Wang Jun still didn't grasp the point, Li Lan helplessly covered his forehead and no longer wanted to answer the conversation.

Gu Cheng calmed down his emotions and reminded the other party.

"Look at the color of your clothes. What does it look like? Does it feel familiar?"

Wang Jun looked in the mirror again and felt that he had seen him before, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"Traffic light, hahahahahahahaha."

After Gu Cheng said this, he squatted on the ground laughing again. Wang Jun had this problem when he was in school. He always wore what he got. Because of this kind of thing, he made several jokes.

After getting together with Li Lan, this situation rarely happened. He could almost be said to be the person with the least sense of fashion among the people Gu Cheng knew.

"traffic light?"

Wang Jun stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes moving from the red top to the green pants and then to the yellow shoes on his feet. The more he looked, the more similar he looked, and his face began to turn a little green.

He was still wondering why he attracted so much attention when walking on the road. People passing by looked at him and covered his mouth and laughed. He thought there was something dirty on his face. He looked in the mirror several times and found nothing.

Found something wrong.

It was unimaginable that he had been working in this outfit all morning. He seemed to be able to think of the front desk of the gym and the voices of customers talking about him behind his back.

"Fuck!"

Wang Jun took off his shirt in annoyance, threw it on the sofa aside, and sat on the sofa shirtless.

But the green pants and yellow shoes on the lower body are still so dazzling.

"Okay, let's eat first. After dinner, you can wear Chengzi's clothes first and take your own clothes home."

Li Lan really didn't know whether she should cry or laugh at this time. She couldn't help it with such a boyfriend.

"I've matched your clothes in the wardrobe. You just have to put them on. I'll screw you up like this. I really don't know what to say to you."

Wang Jun lowered his head. He knew that he was in the wrong, so he wisely chose not to reply. When he went out in the morning, because he was not fully awake yet, he took out a few items from the closet in a daze.

He felt that it was a success if he didn't wear his clothes inside out. He didn't take the color into consideration.

"Okay, let's eat first, it will get cold later."

Gu Cheng took a few deep breaths, turned his eyes away from Wang Jun, tried his best to ignore him, and then suppressed his smile.

The three of them took their seats, and Gu Cheng stuffed rice into his mouth, fearing that he would laugh as soon as his mouth was free.

After this lesson, Li Lan knew that Wang Jun could not take a step away from her. A moment of negligence could cause a joke. She had told Wang Jun about the matching of clothes. Every time he heard these things

Just drowsy.

There is absolutely no fashion sense in my body, so I can give up on treatment.

"This chicken is very well done."

Wang Jun had gone through the frustration just now and now came out. Facing Gu Cheng's look of wanting to laugh and Li Lan's sigh, he dealt with it calmly.

As he feasted on the dishes on the table, he couldn't tell that he had just made a joke.

If you are thick-skinned, you will not be able to eat enough; if you are thin-skinned, you will not be able to eat enough.

With Wang Jun's face, he will definitely do something in the future.

After having enough wine and food, Li Lan and Wang Jun cleaned up all the food cooked by Gu Cheng in a dignified manner, without wasting any of it. Originally, Gu Cheng planned to save some rice and add an egg to make a makeshift egg fried rice to solve his own problem.

For dinner.

Now there was not a grain of rice left in the rice cooker, and there were still plates for vegetables. Wang Jun poured all the vegetable soup into his own rice bowl, enjoying the meal.

Gu Cheng felt that he didn't even need to wash the dishes, but he still felt a sense of accomplishment when the rice he cooked was so popular.

"Okay, there's nothing to do in the afternoon. I won't go out. Li Lan, go back and have a good rest. It's rare to have a day off, so you can't waste it all on me."

Gu Cheng rubbed his belly, took out a pair of his own clothes from the bedroom, and asked Wang Jun to change into his ridiculous outfit.

"Okay, the rest of the time will be left to you, father and daughter, slave girl."

Li Lan rolled her eyes and packed Wang Jun's clothes in a bag, then walked to the door and changed into shoes.

Gu Cheng didn't feel embarrassed at all about Li Lan's ridicule. What happened to his daughter-slave? What's wrong with his daughter-slave? What's wrong with pampering his own daughter?

Before Youyou, Gu Cheng had imagined his future life in his free time or in a daze. He was secretly planning that his daughter would become a writer, singer, or painter, which he wanted to do but was not capable of.

career, and regard a daughter or son as the continuation of one's own wishes.

I want my children to accomplish things that I have never accomplished, or that I don’t have the motivation and courage to do.

But when he actually hugged his daughter, these thoughts completely disappeared. To him, it didn't matter what kind of person his daughter would become in the future or what kind of career she would have. He didn't care at all.

As long as she is happy, happy, and free, that's all. He doesn't care whether she can make money, whether she can get ahead, whether she has a future, or whether she can achieve anything.
Chapter completed!