Yan Murong was about to cry, although he had several women, but until now, he still couldn't understand the woman's mind.

Women, when they are angry, have to go shopping, do shopping, and don't buy.

Women, when they are happy, they want to go shopping, or do it, and don't buy it.

Now, Guo Ya'an's mood is just between anger and happiness - she is angry that her family has arranged such an unreliable marriage for her, and she is happy that Yan Murong agreed to help her.

In this way, shopping has become a reason for Guo Ya'an to vent.

From one o'clock at noon to seven o'clock in the evening, it was already a full six hours, and she was able to walk around for six hours without even taking a break in her high heels, but Yan Murong was drooping her head, as if she was terminally ill.

God, it has rained all day, let down a thunderbolt and kill me, Yan Murong prayed bitterly in his heart.

In the past, he followed the old man everywhere to practice medicine, mostly to the villages deep in the mountains. There are no cars and the roads are difficult to walk, and it is often necessary to walk for hours to get in. But even after walking on the pothole-ridden, steep and narrow winding mountain road for several hours, Yan Murong had never felt so tired—of course, it was not that his legs were tired, but that his heart was tired.

Finally, just when Yan Murong was expecting Guo Ya'an to buy something and retreat quickly, Guo Ya'an's eyes stopped on a set of men's suits.

"Hello Miss, are you going to choose clothes for this man next to you?" The female clerk looked at Guo Ya'an and asked politely.

"Well, this one looks good, let's find a set that suits his size." Guo Ya'an said as he looked at the suit on the model in the window.

"Okay miss, wait a minute." The female clerk has obviously been doing this for a long time, and she doesn't need to find a ruler to measure Yan Murong's size, she just glanced at it a few times and turned around, and after a while, she walked back with a suit.

"Why do you buy me clothes?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"It's your reward." Guo Yaan said with a smile. "Besides, I'm going to take you somewhere later, your tracksuit is really an eyesore - if you want a horse to run, you have to give the horse grazing, just like a car can't run without gas, I still understand this."

Yan Murong opened his mouth and put the suit in his hand early, always feeling that something was wrong-wait, when did he become a horse?

If it was someone else, Yan Murong might have to be hypocritical for a while, but since it was sent by Guo Ya'an, he simply walked into the changing room and changed into that casual black suit.

"Oh, there's a shirt missing." Looking at the vest inside Yan Murong's suit, Guo Yaan felt that it was really incompatible to wear it like this.

"Yes Miss." The female clerk smiled and pointed to a white stand-up collar shirt in the window. "I suggest you choose this shirt, this is a style that just came on the market this fall, and it is specially used for casual suits - you see, casual suits don't need to wear ties, and this shirt is a stand-up collar, black and white, always a classic match for clothing, and the opening of the shirt can be untied from the top two, so that not only does it not have the sense of restraint of wearing a shirt, but it is also very fashionable."

"That's good, that's it." Guo Ya'an nodded approvingly, even if the female clerk didn't say it, she would choose to match it like this.

As she spoke, she added. "Let's get him another pair of leather shoes."

"Okay." The smile on the female clerk's face was even gentle, you know, this is not Jinlilai, but Versace. Although everyone who comes here is not short of money, they will also match it according to their preferences. Just like those big money, with two money, they came here to come to Dese, which was originally a good dress, but when it was matched, it made people feel that they were not earthy, and they rarely listened to the recommendations of the clerk.

Secondly, this female clerk is still selfish, every time she sells, there will be a commission, of course she has to choose both matching and expensive to recommend.

"Miss, what do you think of these leather shoes?" The female clerk said, pointing to a pair of all-black leather shoes. "This is Versace's new casual leather shoes this year, which are handmade, and have excellent restraint, they fit very well on the feet, and they don't feel squeezed, even if you have to walk a lot, you won't feel tired."

"Okay, that's it." Guo Yaan said happily.

Then, Yan Murong tossed in the changing room for another five minutes before pushing open the door and walking out. This time, it couldn't help but be the female clerk, and even Guo Ya'an's eyes lit up.

It is true that a man depends on his clothes and a horse and a saddle.

Usually, Yan Murong always wears that kind of cheap but comfortable casual clothes or sportswear, and when he changes into a suit, he suddenly feels eye-catching.

Not too handsome but handsome face, not too tall but straight figure, coupled with a suitable ribbon-cutting suit, and then with the smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, a sense of bohemianism but revealing a sense of calmness arises spontaneously.

Guo Ya'an swears that this is her ideal perfect man, if this man wasn't her brother, she would definitely chase after her face.

In fact, it's not that our classmate Yan Murong is not used to wearing suits, but he thinks that while wearing sportswear is comfortable, he won't worry about his clothes being torn when he fights, and he won't tear his crotch because of too much movement - these suits are expensive, isn't it a pity that they are broken.

"Miss, your boyfriend's figure is so good, this dress is so suitable." The female clerk interjected at the right time. Looking at Yan Murong's eyes, they all lit up slightly.

Such a man, even if he is a little white face, if he can be cheaper, he can cover him - however, Versace she can't afford it, and it is not a problem for Jinli to buy a set a month at a quarter of twelve.

"You say he's my boyfriend?" Guo Ya'an suddenly giggled, as if the female clerk had told some funny joke.

Oh, the relationship is really a little white face who has been raised, the female clerk thought to herself.

"Giggles, looking at your expression, I know you think he is a little white face." Guo Ya'an smiled even happier, turned his head to look at Yan Murong, and asked. "Did you say? Little white face? ”

Yan Murong looked at the black lines in his head, and tried his best to make his expression more serious. "Speak well, and I won't help you if you do it again."

"Oh, look at you, you can't make a joke, really." Guo Ya'an suddenly stopped, waved his hand to the female clerk, and said. "Okay, don't guess, he's not my boyfriend, he's not a little white face, he's my brother, my brother, go find a pair of scissors to remove the label on the clothes, we're going to have this."

"I'm sorry, I'll go right away." The female clerk also knew that she had made a big fuss just now, but fortunately, these two customers were not the kind of people who couldn't afford to joke, so she quickly apologized and ran to the bar to get a pair of scissors, and cut off the label on Yan Murong's clothes.