Inside the room, Leng Wumian took out all his bodies and looked at it.

After thinking about it, I felt that the pink one was too feminine, so I simply changed into the crimson one.

"How is it? Is it okay? Will it be too weird?" Leng Wumian asked, tidied up his clothes and walked out.

Xiao Wu was stunned and looked at Leng Wumian in a dumbfounded state, not coming back to his senses for a long time.

"Young Master...you..."

His young master has never worn clothes other than white. Today... he actually...

He actually wants to wear these clothes by himself?

Although I had a vague premonition before, I didn't believe it very much. I always held a little luck and told myself that I might be given away by someone else, or it might be of other use.

Can......

"How is it?" Leng Wumian said, and sat down in front of the mirror. Looking at himself in a crimson-blooded manner, he was a little uncomfortable.

Looking at my face again, I felt that such a not-so-white face should be ordinary enough, and this outfit should be enough to jump off. In terms of speaking and behavior...

"Ahem...Sister, do you think my outfit looks good today?"

"Xiao Ya, do you miss your uncle? Cough cough cough..."

Leng Wumian talked like Cheng Duoduo was like he was usually talking, and as soon as he finished speaking, he choked himself.

It's really choking.

It is really hard to speak like this for him, a person who speaks slowly on weekdays.

He couldn't grasp the cheerful tone that raised high.

He was still thinking about the tone and couldn't control it, but behind him, Xiao Wu's chin almost fell to the ground.

After a while, Xiao Wu spoke uncertainly: "Young Master...are you really the Young Master?"

But Leng Wumian rolled his eyes.

Leng Wumian got up and walked to the door, took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out.

He was really not used to speaking in such a casual tone, so he decided to take it slowly, proceed step by step, and see the effect first.

But he didn't know that when he went out, everyone who saw him seemed to have been lit by an old man.

They all opened their mouths and didn't move, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Leng Liang was holding a piece of wood on one shoulder and was about to leave. He was so excited that he could stuff a duck egg. Looking at Leng Wumian's back as he walked farther and farther away, he came back to his senses for a long time:

"That's... Young Master?"

The people next to him were not much better than him, and his eyes were almost falling out and nodding: "It seems to be?"

"red?"

"Blackface?"

"Is it black? I didn't even notice my face, I only saw that the young master was wearing red clothes?"

"To get married?"

"No."

......

After talking behind him, Xiao Wu walked out slowly in shock, but the eyes of the people in the yard fell on him: "Xiao Wu, was that the young master just now?"

"Xiao Wu, are you married?"

"Xiao Wu, you didn't give the young master any unclean medicine, did you?"

"Xiao Wu, what's going on with the young master?"

Xiao Wu was almost crying.

He wanted to know, and he asked who to go.

Xiaowu hurriedly chased Leng Wumian.

Leng Wumian had long expected that his change would attract everyone's attention, so he didn't take it too seriously.

There is naturally some discomfort, but every time I feel uncomfortable, I think of Cheng Duoduo's hiding from him, and I grit my teeth and endure it.

It’s a scumbag to marry someone else’s girl, and it’s not responsible for it!

My sister hates scumbags the most, he must not be a scumbag!

Leng Wumian told himself this in his heart.

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