Fang Hao smiled bitterly and said, "Are you still a woman?"
Wen Mengji's face straightened up: "What are you talking about? I need to have a good figure and good looks. Have you ever seen such a beautiful person? Isn't she a woman?"
Suddenly, Wen Mengji leaned towards Fang Hao and said with a scorching gaze: "How about you do an appraisal? Where do you want to see? My breasts? Butt? Or somewhere else?"
Fang Hao had a black line on his forehead, and he put a big label on this woman - madman!
It's really hard to sum up this woman's appearance without this word. Fang Hao couldn't help but cursed: "Damn, you're crazy!"
At this moment, even the old people in front of them felt cold sweat, because the Wen Mengji just now really made people feel like they should not let strangers in. This was the first time for them to see Wen Mengji.
Due to such performance, Lao Qi, who was driving, almost drove onto the sidewalk several times.
If word spreads, it will shock the entire Zhonghai City!
After a while, Wen Mengji seemed to have had enough of teasing Fang Hao and stopped talking. At this moment, Fang Hao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Soon, Wen Mengji, who was silent for a while, said to Lao Qi: "Lao Qi, go to Dream House."
"Yes, miss." Lao Qi couldn't help wiping his sweat, still thinking about the frightening scene just now.
Dream House is a luxurious shopping mall in which all kinds of clothing, jewelry, etc. are all luxury goods. Anyone who can enter here shows that he is either rich or noble.
Looking at this dazzling world of luxury goods, Fang Hao frowned and said, "What are you doing here?"
"I'll dress you up."
"It's good for me to be like this. What's your intention?" Fang Hao subconsciously felt that the other party had no good intentions.
Wen Mengji snorted: "I'll dress you up and see if I can sell it for a good price."
Fang Hao naturally knew that the other party was joking.
After walking in, a woman with an excellent image and temperament came up to her with a charming smile, and greeted Wen Mengji: "Miss Wen, how can I help you?"
At this moment, Wen Mengji turned her head slightly to look at Fang Hao. Fang Hao was made uncomfortable by Wen Mengji's strange eyes and couldn't help but said: "What on earth do you want to do? Let me remind you that an hour has passed."
Minutes."
Wen Mengji did not answer Fang Hao, but looked at the woman, pointed at Fang Hao and said, "Give you ten minutes to package him up from top to bottom like a child of a noble family."
The woman suddenly smiled slightly: "Yes, Miss Wen, please wait a moment."
After saying that, the woman ignored Fang Hao's opinion and stretched out her delicate hand, grabbed Fang Hao's sleeve and pulled him in.
Fang Hao didn't refuse much and allowed the woman to pull him away. He wanted to see what Wen Mengji was playing.
In the next ten minutes, Fang Hao was manipulated by the woman like a marionette. If Fang Hao hadn't discovered that the woman was wearing a low-cut dress, revealing deep ravines, which attracted Fang Hao's attention, otherwise Fang Hao would not be sure.
It had already exploded.
Within these ten minutes, the woman picked out a shirt, pants, shoes, socks and belts for Fang Hao, and even picked out a watch for Fang Hao.
The woman put it on for Fang Hao. Inadvertently, the woman's little hand touched Fang Hao's skin. Fang Hao couldn't help but sigh. This is really a pleasure. But why did that bitch Wen Mengji make him feel so good?
But completely different?
Ten minutes later, a brand new Fang Hao stood in front of Wen Mengji. Wen Mengji looked Fang Hao up and down very seriously, nodded slightly and said, "Not bad, how much does it cost?"
The woman smiled sweetly: "Young lady is a VIP of our store, and you get a 20% discount, totaling 210,000."
Fang Hao didn't think anything at first, he thought it was only a few thousand yuan, but the moment this woman quoted the price, he was shocked. Damn, just this thing costs 210,000 yuan?
Damn it, selling clothes is so profitable. Why did I go abroad to work as a mercenary? Why don't I just open a clothes store?
After Wen Mengji swiped his card, Fang Hao couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Wen Mengji, you'd better tell me clearly what you are going to do, and package me like a rich second generation. I'm really not used to it.
By the way, do I agree?"
As a soldier, Fang Hao is really not used to dressing like this. You must know that when he is abroad, the clothes he wears are not very good. When he often performs tasks, what kind of clothes are not damaged? So cheap ones are best.
Relatively speaking, Fang Hao does have a very grassroots attitude towards life. He is not very good at enjoying things and has never been able to escape from the world of a soldier. The world of a soldier is simple, direct and rough!
"As my lover, Wen Mengji, if you dress too casually, you will definitely make people suspicious. This will make them think that you are a child of a certain family, and there will be less trouble for you. If you are not happy, just change it back.
"Okay." Wen Mengji's tone was calm and she had no intention of arguing with Fang Hao.
"Forget it, I'll just make do with it, but don't expect me to thank you for selling me clothes." Fang Hao chuckled.
"No need, this will be deducted from your salary!" After Wen Mengji said this, she turned and left.
Fang Hao stared: "Why!"
"The agreement between us does not concern your food and clothing expenses." Wen Mengji said without looking back.
"You're cruel!" Fang Hao glared at Wen Mengji's back, then turned to the woman and smiled: "Beauty, how about we discuss it?"
The woman's signature service smile looked very sweet: "Sir, please speak."
"Can I withdraw from this body?"
"..." The woman's face froze and she did not speak. This was the first time she heard a guest ask this question in Dream House.
Suddenly, Wen Mengji shouted from a distance: "Don't be embarrassed and come here quickly, otherwise it will be extended by half an hour!"
"Damn it!" Fang Hao went back decisively.
Lao Qi and Lao Ba were standing next to the car. Seeing Fang Hao and Wen Mengji rushing back, they immediately got into the car and the car rushed out quickly.
A few minutes later, at the door of Qinghao Club, Wen Mengji and Fang Hao were greeted very respectfully. Along the way, Wen Mengji introduced Fang Hao: "The reason why I called you here is because today we are on the road to Zhonghai City.
Respectable people come here to gather here. The initiator is Zhou Jinghui, the oldest person in the underground world in Zhonghai City. We all respectfully call him Mr. Zhou. It happens once a year and there are very few people on the road who are absent."
"What does this do to me?" Fang Hao was puzzled.
"Huh, it's of course useful to ask you to come. Otherwise, why would I bother to ask you to come here? There are many very powerful people here. Although I have never been here, but today, my old man strongly asked me to bring you here.
, do you understand now?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Hao's originally somewhat frivolous expression disappeared, his eyes became unpredictable, and an evil smile hung on the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he seemed to have changed from the inside out. (To be continued)