Zhu Wushi did not understand the boss's meaning, and put his hands behind him, lowered his head and continued to look at the cloth on the table, and replied casually: "No need."

The boss's wife closed her mouth tactfully.

But when she talked and introduced a long arrangement, she saw that Zhu Wushi was still dissatisfied with her eyebrows, and she couldn't help but start to worry that the business would be ruined, so she suggested again:

"Young Master, you are a man after all, and the woman has to try her cloth himself...why?"

This time, Zhu Wushi heard it, touched his chin with one hand and felt thoughtful. The cloths seemed almost different in his eyes, but they were just different in colors. After watching them for a long time, he really couldn't see the difference between good and bad.

"What you said makes sense, but... Hum?"

While speaking, Zhu Wushi noticed that the boss's wife glanced at the side and followed her.

Not far away, a graceful white dress was passing through the skirt. When I raised my hand, I seemed to have an invisible breath of youth lingering beside her, which attracted other guests to look back frequently.

Zhu Wushi was stunned and immediately understood the boss's wife's words. He shook his head and said with a smile: "You misunderstood. I am buying clothes for my sister, no..."

"It's not delaying, I'm a guest." The boss's wife smiled even more, and she leaned over and lowered her voice:

"As long as you have the same figure, anyone will wear the same clothes! If it is suitable, you can choose two for this girl. Do you think this is the case?"

Zhu Wushi did not respond when he heard this. He supported the table with his right hand and held it on his waist with his left hand. His brows frowned slightly and his mouth made a hissing sound, as if he was in the midst of consideration.

"That's right, they have similar figures, but this person actually, actually..."

"It's nothing. We don't spend money on trying clothes, so we'll be satisfied!" The boss's wife hurriedly yelled, and even started picking clothes from the table.

Seeing the boss's wife so enthusiastic, Zhu Wushi couldn't help but look at Song Zhi's back. This time, the more he looked at Song Zhi's figure was exactly the same as his sister, both of which were soft and soft girlish figures.

He smiled strangely and murmured, "Or... just give it a try?"

At this moment, Song Zhi was standing in front of a trouser skirt to taste, and he had no idea what was going to happen next.

"My God, do you have such complicated clothes?"

Song Zhi leaned his head and observed the dress, which was made up of more than a dozen pieces such as lining, coat, strapless bra, and streamers. How many steps it takes to wear this dress alone, Song Zhi thought it was outrageous.

"It's not easy for women in feudal society..."

Bang!

A hand suddenly rested on Song Zhi's shoulder. Song Zhi could do it without guessing who it was, and said directly:

"Mr. Zhu, have you finished buying it so soon?"

An abnormal, inquiring voice sounded: "No, I... want to ask you to help you do something."

Song Zhi was a little confused, turned around and looked at Zhu Wushi behind him, and asked curiously: "Ha? When will Lord Zhu need my help?"

Zhu Wushi was guilty and dodged away from Song Zhi's gaze, turned around and looked downstairs, looking calm and gentle, and spoke lightly: "A small thing."

"A small thing?"

Song Zhi looked at Zhu Wushi's back and found that this guy started pretending to be a master again and didn't say anything, so he had to speak again: "What a trivial matter, do you mean?"

"Well, this is the thing." Zhu Wushi did not hurry, but told the story.

"You should know who I am here to choose clothes for. Her name is Nannan, and she is my favorite sister. She loves to dress up on weekdays. As my elder brother, I naturally have to buy her some top-quality cloths. Are you right?"

Song Zhi gnawed his fingers. For some reason, he always felt that Zhu Wushi was a little strange today and replied: "Yes, then what."

"Well... I think I'm not good at appreciating fabrics, so since I want to buy a suitable good cloth, the safest way is to wear them yourself. Do you think what I said... makes sense?"

Zhu Wushi tilted his head slightly, and his golden pupils quietly observed Song Zhi's reaction.

Song Zhi was stunned and replied for a long time: "It makes sense, but... your sister is not here, how can I try it?"

Zhu Wushi finally couldn't hold back any longer, so he simply turned around and spread his hands, suppressed his smile and said, "She is not here, but there are people here who have the same figure as her. You can try it out, what do you think."

"Yeah, so that's it, that's pretty good."

Song Zhi had the expression that turned out to be, and his eyes began to scan the guests on the same floor.

ah...

Two unshaven uncles,

Three old ladies chattering,

A pregnant couple,

There is also an obese woman.

"Your sister, is she fat?" Song Zhi pointed to the fat woman quietly and asked laughed. He found that Zhu Wushi ignored her completely and looked down at him.

Then the figure suddenly appeared beside Song Zhiche and was shocked. He looked closely and found that it was the boss's wife. She was holding a few clothes in her hand, with an expectant look on her face.

No matter how slow Song Zhi was, he understood. He took three steps back and his lips were trembling, and he stretched out his index finger to point Zhu Wushi.

"You? You? You? What are you going to do?"

Zhu Wushi waved his hand and signaled the proprietress to retreat aside first, then walked over and hugged Song Zhi's shoulder. The two of them lowered their heads and talked to Song Zhi like brothers for the first time:

"I have never asked anyone for anything in my life. Let me say so, just mention whatever you want."

Song Zhi looked up and glanced around. His tone changed, and he said angrily: "This is not a question of whether to give you face or not. You don't know, I am a man... a man!"

"Shh!"

Zhu Wushi looked serious and interrupted Song Zhi. He waved his hand and took out a purse from the storage magic weapon, put it in his hand and weighed it, and said, "There are 100 taels of silver in it, you just nod your head and you will be yours."

Song Zhitou shook his head like a rattle, his eyes under the mask were extremely firm, and he said: "Your Majesty, you have read the wrong person. Although I love money, the education I received since childhood does not allow me to do this. You should give up your heart!"

Zhu Wushi glanced at Song Zhi sideways and snorted, "You should understand in your heart that what I have accomplished is irreversible."

As he said that, he waved his hand again. This time he was a light yellow purse and a golden card. He shook the card in front of Song Zhi's eyes and said:

"This is fifty taels of gold, which is not a small amount of money for me. As long as you cooperate well, I will give it to you directly."

Hearing this, Song Zhi swallowed, stared at his wallet, but still didn't agree immediately.

Seeing that Song Zhi did not respond, Zhu Wushi continued to introduce:

"This card has a great origin. It is the royal gold card given to me by His Majesty. Visiting all the top restaurants, art halls, teahouses, and even brothels in the capital are settled by the court. It just so happens that I don't like to go to those places. If you satisfy me, I can consider lending it to you for fun."

Bar.

Song Zhi took Zhu Wushi's card and stuffed it into his arms, then lifted his purse up, and a curve that seemed to be crying but not laughing appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!