The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

"Wow, this one is really pretty..." He flipped through the items in front of the window, and he saw a neat suit with a diamond swan on the chest.

"Sir, what would you like to try?"

At this time, the clerk came over and looked at the customer's temperament. He was still wearing a mask and hat. He must be either a rich young master or a big star.

She didn't expect that Bai Lin willfully took the two.

"Bring me this one, just wrap it up." Bai Lin first pointed to another one with a similar color, and after a little hesitation, he asked the clerk how to sell that favorite dress.

The clerk was slightly surprised: "This... is the groom's suit for the wedding."

Generally, when men come to see wedding dresses that are close to their wedding date, they will definitely choose and try them on repeatedly. It is also the first time for him to see a customer who pays directly.

"The first one can be wrapped for you, but I can't tell you about the second one. You can try it," the clerk kindly persuaded, "This dress was specially ordered by a customer from the French royal designer before. If you don't want it, our store manager wants to keep it as the treasure of the store and not plan to sell it, but if the customer tries to fit it, you can take it away directly. You have such a temperament, you must be very handsome in it."

Bai Lin couldn't stand the persuasion, and finally tried it on, he really liked this suit so much.

He stood in front of the mirror, his waist and shoulders were just the right size, his hair was tied loosely behind his head, and the snow-white shirt contrasted with his fair skin, emitting a dazzling light, which softened Bai Lin's sharp edge a lot.

"It's unbelievable. This one is almost tailor-made for you. I'll tell the store manager right away. Your marriage with your fiancée will be very happy!"

Hearing this, Bai Lin's eyes dimmed slightly.

Not to mention his fiancée, let alone Lu Zixiao, he and Lu Zixiao don't have to write eight or nine.

Across the road outside the window, a Lamborghini suddenly slowed down.

Lu Zixiao looked at the clothing store through the car window. The once proud young man was happily trying on a suit, which made his gaze gradually darken.

Bai Lin and his assistant waited at the door for a while, when the clerk ran over with a notepad in his hand.

"Excuse me, sir. The store manager said that you must be present with your engagement partner. Why don't you bring your fiancée to pick it up some other day? Can you leave a contact information first?"

Bai Lin was a little disappointed. He didn't have a fiancée, but he had a husband who was a scumbag. If Lu Zixiao was willing to accompany him to try on clothes, the sun would probably come out from the west.

And it's impossible to make two pieces of clothes like this.

Even so, he took a chance and wrote down his mobile phone number.

Just as Bai Lin left, a tall and straight figure appeared at the door of the bridal shop.

"Welcome, sir, what do you need?"

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"Mr. Bai, what are you going to do after buying so many clothes?"

Assistant Liu and him opened a guest room upstairs in that hotel. It was only half an hour before the dinner began, and the assistant couldn't help being curious.But Bai Lin asked him to ask the front desk for scissors and needlework, and the assistant had a terrible guess in his mind.

Damn, Bai Lin doesn't want to make a dress by himself, does he?

When Bai Lin was young, his parents never thought of training him to be a high-level talent in the financial circle. Who would have thought that his ancestors could not get in? When others were studying finance, he tore up books and stacked airplanes; when others were studying mathematics, he skipped class and went to waste In short, others are the flowers of the motherland, he is a rare flower, and he has not learned any upper-class skills, so he fell into the entertainment industry.