Then he sneered coldly, with disdain flashing in his eyes.
She was wrong. At first she thought it was a private haute couture, but later she realized that Nie Yutong said there was only one piece, and it was probably sewn by her own tailor at home.
In the past, when China was still very poor, every household bought their own fabrics and sewed clothes at home, which was nothing.
However, now in the 21st century, there are still people who make their own clothes. How poor they must be!
Lu Yaqing was amused, and the corner of her mouth raised a mocking arc: "It's unique. It was made by a master who cuts trousers in the village."
Nie Yutong really didn't expect that a famous lady like Lu Yaqing would speak so harshly.
She was speechless: "Miss Yaqing, have you seen the clothes on Sister Xixin? Is that style like what a trousers cutter in the village can do?"
Lu Yaqing was stunned. She was actually very concerned about Lu Xixin's clothes, otherwise she wouldn't have talked about them. Speaking of which, it was strange. She knew clearly that the clothes Lu Xixin was wearing were from street vendors, and they didn't even have brands, but
But it seemed like she couldn't control it, and her eyes kept looking at her clothes.
I think it's very special and beautiful.
Sometimes, after looking at it for a long time, Lu Yaqing would even despise herself: even looking at junk goods from the street stalls for so long has reduced her aesthetics.
After hearing Nie Yutong mention it, Lu Yaqing realized that the clothes Lu Xixin was wearing were indeed unique in style and workmanship.
Nie Yutong continued: "Miss Yaqing, you are a socialite and you should have good taste. How come you can't even see the brand of Sister Xixin's clothes? That means there is no brand. It is an Italian handmade brand, Boseman."
Boseman!
The smug ridicule in Lu Yaqing's eyes was shattered in an instant, and she was inexplicably shocked.
Boseman? It’s actually Boseman!
Boseman is the world's top brand. It pursues quality and never puts labels on it. Its clothes are extremely comfortable to wear. Not only are they comfortable, Boseman has collaborated with several top international brands and often does co-branding
payment.
In other words, Bosman can also produce top brand clothes, but it can only produce one piece!
Boseman's clothes are very expensive. Not only are they expensive, they are also very rare. Even Lu Yaqing herself only has three pieces of Boseman's clothes, which she keeps in her cabinet.
Now, Nie Yutong actually told her that Lu Xixin is Boseman all over her body!
Lu Yaqing couldn't believe it and subconsciously retorted: "You lied without making a draft. How could it be Boseman?"
Nie Yutong nodded: "Yes, yes, I was wrong."
Lu Yaqing felt relieved, and then heard Nie Yutong say: "Boseman is wearing outerwear, and the clothes Sister Xixin wears are all made by her family's workshop. Look at the white T-shirt Sister Xixin is wearing.
, there are almost no gaps visible, and it feels like a complete piece of fabric when worn on the body, extremely smooth and soft.”
Nie Yutong seemed to have stimulated Lu Yaqing first, but the stimulation was not enough, and continued: "It is said that these are crafts that have been lost for hundreds of years, and can be applied for intangible cultural heritage. The tailors in the workshop are all elders of Sister Xixin's family, and they have been passed down for hundreds of years.
, I saw a pair of home pants at Sister Xixin’s house before, with a phoenix embroidered on them, just like the real thing.”
"You lied!" Lu Yaqing didn't believe it. She hung up the phone with a bang and ran out to find Aunt Zhang.
Lu Xixin lived in the Lu family for a while before, and the Lu family's servants washed some clothes for her. Aunt Zhang had Lu Xixin's clothes.
Seeing Lu Yaqing coming to ask for Lu Xixin's clothes, Aunt Zhang's usually gentle face showed a bit of confusion. She was very embarrassed and took out a white t-shirt from her closet.
She explained in a low voice: "Ms. Yaqing, I didn't hide Lu Xixin's clothes on purpose. These clothes are so comfortable that they feel like they're not even worn at all!" She muttered, "I don't know where she bought them.
I didn’t expect that street stalls also sell clothes of such good quality.”
Because the clothes were so comfortable, Aunt Zhang didn't give them to Lu Xixin. She hid them in private and wore them as pajamas every night.
Speaking of which, this dress is really very comfortable, feels smooth and cool when worn on the body, and it also has magical effects.
Aunt Zhang had a lot of small red bumps on her back and neck. After wearing this dress for a while, all the red bumps on her back disappeared.
Very magical.
Aunt Zhang and Lu Yaqing were talking about the magic of clothes.
The more Lu Yaqing listened, the more her heart sank.
In the end, after checking a few coats in addition to the white t-shirt, Lu Yaqing completely collapsed.
It’s really Boseman’s clothes!
Although the white t-shirt is not from Boseman, the workmanship is more exquisite. Even Lu Yaqing, who thinks she is well-informed, does not know what kind of fabric this dress is made of.
I just feel that it is very comfortable to buy, and I can't put it down. I can't put it down at all.
——
Lu Xixin was moved to the basement, which was a storage room. There was not even a bed in it, and there was dust everywhere.
She didn't pay too much attention to it, she simply found a clean place to sit down and rested against the wall. As soon as she closed her eyes, there was a rustling sound coming from the door of the bed.
Then the door opened!
She subconsciously raised her head and saw a handsome face that suddenly enlarged.
——Shen Jiayao!
Lu Xixin stood up, with inexplicable shock in her eyes. Her beautiful phoenix eyes were round and round, which made Shen Jiayao feel itchy and wanted to reach out and touch it.
"You, why are you here?" Lu Xixin stuttered because she was so surprised.
This question is not easy to answer. Shen Jiayao turned his eyes and asked back: "I have called you many times, why don't you answer it?"
Mobile phone? Lu Xixin's attention was quickly diverted. Her mobile phone was taken away by Lu's mother and was not given to her.
While Lu Xixin was thinking about her cell phone, Shen Jiayao was scanning the surrounding environment calmly. When he saw the cobwebs in the corner and the dust on the ground where Lu Xixin was sitting just now, a sharp look flashed in his eyes.
The person he holds dear to his heart is actually being bullied like this!
A surge of anger suddenly surged in his heart. He took a deep breath and almost used all his strength to suppress the anger.
He approached Lu Xixin and his eyes slid over her pale lips. The tip of his heart seemed to be imprisoned by a ball of thread, and the pain made him suffocate.
However, Shen Jiayao was very good at concealing his expression and did not let Lu Xixin notice anything unusual. Instead, his expression was calm and natural.
He told Lu Xixin: "I checked that hotel and it belongs to Zhang Quanyou. He, Lu Yaqing and Sheng Yanran teamed up to frame you."
"It is indeed Sheng Yanran." Lu Xixin knew it in her heart, but... her eyes darkened.
These are all her business, why does Shen Jiayao care so much?
First he was investigating Zhang Quanyou, and now he was visiting Lu's house at night. His concern for her had completely exceeded the boundaries of a friend.
Lu Xixin turned to Shen Jiayao and said directly: "Shen Jiayao, why do you want to help me?"