Luxury cars were parked neatly in a row in the parking lot.

Wenwen got out of the car and accompanied her brother-in-law to Yonghe Building to pick out clothes.

Meng Yan noticed the damaged button on her clothes and frowned slightly.

"I'll pick a set for you later, change first."

Wen Wen waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, I'm fine."

She tucked her shoulders in with her hands, which was not obvious unless you looked closely.

"My dress isn't seriously damaged, it just had a few threads torn and a button fell off."

The dress she was wearing cost more than 200 yuan, which was considered quite expensive in Wenwen's opinion, and she couldn't throw it away just because of a minor problem.

"I can go to a tailor shop and have it fixed for five dollars. The buttons are also easy to match. I can find similar ones for a few dollars."

Meng Yan found it very troublesome.

It is such a waste of time to go to a tailor shop just for a piece of clothing and spend time repairing it.

"Just buy a new one instead of wasting energy on repairing it. It's better to use your time to do what you want to do."

Wenwen smiled embarrassedly:

"Brother-in-law, you don't understand us ordinary people. Our time is not that valuable... If you can spend a few dollars to repair a piece of clothing that originally cost hundreds of dollars, it is equivalent to saving hundreds of dollars."

At this time, the two of them went up the escalator of the shopping mall together. Wen Wen turned back inadvertently and suddenly saw a group of bodyguards following not far behind her.

She didn't expect that there were so many eyes staring at them while they were shopping, and she felt quite uncomfortable.

It's just buying a piece of clothing, why is there such a big fuss...

Although Wenwen already knew that Xiaodao and his friends were not bad people, they looked ferocious and there was a strong sense of oppression when they gathered in groups.

Everyone else in the mall walked around this side, fearing that they would offend the wrong person.

Wenwen is not used to the feeling of living under the sight of others.

"That...brother-in-law..."

"Ok?"

"Can I make a small suggestion?"

"Go ahead."

"Can we please not let them follow us... It's too stressful and too conspicuous. It's going to affect our plans."

They should have secretly scouted the mall.

Meng Yan didn’t think too deeply about it at first, after all, girls are more sensitive.

"it is good."

Meng Yan raised his hand and gestured over there, and Xiaodao, the leader behind him, immediately received the order.

The black mass of bodyguards quickly dispersed and was lost in the crowd in the mall.

They just changed the form of protection so that no one could find them.

Wenwen and Mengyan entered a large brand clothing store.

Meng Yan, tall and big with broad shoulders and long legs, walked in front. Wen Wen seemed a little timid because she could see that this store was not cheap.

The salesgirl came forward to greet us with a smile.

"Hello, sir! What kind of clothes would you like to see?"

The salesgirl was experienced in judging people and could tell at a glance that Meng Yan was a rich man.

The suit he was wearing was custom-made, and it was estimated that the price of the suit was seven figures. The leather shoes on his feet were from a first-tier luxury brand. Even the watch on his wrist, even though only half of it was exposed, the salesgirl still recognized the brand.

How could the salesgirl let go of such a big customer? She smiled very restrainedly, with a bright look in her eyes.

However, when she saw Wen Wen following Meng Yan, a hint of surprise flashed across her face.

The woman next to him was dressed too ordinary. She was just wearing cheap shopping mall items, worth a few hundred yuan at most... And her clothes seemed to be damaged? They were all untied.

Although the salesgirl was knowledgeable and experienced, she was not sure about the relationship between the two people.

Is the woman the man’s nanny?

"Sir, do you want to look at shirts? Here are some new styles."

"We have men's bags, too! Both business and casual, all imported from France and handmade by designers."

"And here, men's ties, in all kinds of patterns..."

The salesgirl introduced the products incessantly, and Meng Yan's face was calm.

He seldom goes out to buy clothes himself. His food, clothing and daily expenses are all prepared by his housekeeper. Many of his clothes are tailor-made. The dazzling array of clothes in the store makes him feel cluttered.

The salesgirl ignored Wen Wen behind her and focused all her attention on Meng Yan.

"Sir, I don't think you are a member of our brand? You can get a 10% discount if you become a member now."

"There are gifts every quarter, especially for elite men like you."

"...They are all new models of the season. Which one would you like me to take down and try on?"

……

Meng Yan frowned. He felt that this woman was quite noisy.

It's just buying a piece of clothing. He has his own eyes and can see for himself. There's no need to interfere with his judgment.

Meng Yan pointed at Wen Wen beside him and said, "Listen to her."

He said in a deep voice: "Buy the men's clothes according to her requirements, and you can help her choose a suitable set of women's clothes."

The salesgirl was slightly embarrassed and the smile on her face froze.

I thought: What is the relationship between these two?

Wenwen had anticipated that this store would be very expensive, but she was still shocked when she picked up the tag.

An ordinary shirt costs 2,600 yuan...

She looked at it and it seemed no different from the ones she usually saw in the shop that were discounted to fifty-nine each.

If I have to say... maybe the material is more comfortable.

But the price is too expensive!

The salesgirl walked up to her with a smile and started to praise her: "Ma'am, you have a good eye. This piece is on sale, half price! It's a great deal to buy it now."

Wen Wen: "Half price, after discount...it's more than a thousand?"

The salesgirl said: "After the half-price discount, it's two thousand six!"

Wenwen: …