Yan Zhi shook his head coquettishly: "My wife made this for me personally, not by a famous artist."
"It turns out that such creative suits were made by Mr. Yan's wife. Mr. Yan's wife is really a virtuous and good woman. Nowadays, you can't even find a woman who can make clothes for her husband." Then.
Shaodong said enviously.
The corner of Yan Zhi's mouth was slightly stained with an unparalleled smile, mainly because his words "Mrs. Yan, Mrs." were so pleasant to his ears no matter how he heard them.
On the fifth day, which was Saturday, he was wearing a blue suit and was handed over to the racecourse by Wu Yifan. Wu Yifan and Han Zheng asked him to race.
Wu Yifan looked at Yan Zhen's side eagerly, and couldn't help but ask: "Where's Sijin, why didn't she come with you? I haven't seen her in the past few days. You kid doesn't have to hide it so tightly. Bring her out and let her do the same."
Just for fun, I told Han Zheng that Sijin’s horsemanship was good, but he insisted that I was bragging. I was thinking of letting Sijin run around to show him what a real master is."
Yan Zhen shook his head, wearing big sunglasses, carrying a blue suit in his hand, and a pure white shirt on his upper body.
The button on the chest was not buttoned, revealing the white and sexy neck underneath, and the strong collarbone, exuding an extremely evil aura.
The most eye-catching thing is that on the left collar of his shirt, a little red man flying in the clouds is suddenly vividly embroidered.
Wu Yifan's first glance fell on the little red dragon that looked like a logo, and he looked closer without blinking: "Damn, why is your kid becoming more and more coquettish recently? You look like a peacock with its tail open.
You're showing off everywhere, but you still think you're not enough to steal the limelight?"
Yan Zhen raised his eyebrows proudly.
Han Zheng came over and commented: "It can't be done by S&J again. I'm really curious about the background of this S&J fashion designer. I am a well-rounded person, but I can't find out about this senior fashion designer Yan Shao.
What’s the origin?”
Yan Zhen curled his lips and knocked down Wu Yifan's hand that was resting on the collar of his shirt.
"My woman, can you find out? Sijin, s&j, do you understand now?"
"Sijin? s&j, holy shit, I mean, why can't I buy clothes produced by s&j? It turns out you hid them all by yourself." Wu Yifan suddenly realized and slapped his head: "I didn't expect Sijin could make clothes.
?Haha, I think so. People who can wear such creative clothes are not ordinary people."
He seemed to be getting more and more jealous in his heart: "Such a beautiful and virtuous woman, you actually took the lead. You are so cruel. You don't even know that there is a big trend in the whole city now, and everyone is...
The streets are full of fancy suits, and it was you who led the way. I couldn’t help but buy a purple one yesterday. You haven’t said it yet, but it’s really cool, haha..."
"They are all imitations. There are too many knockoffs in this era, but mine is the only genuine one."
With a happy smile on Yan Zhen's lips, he bypassed Wu Yifan and went to the stable to choose horses. He counted the days. His wife would wake up in three days. When she woke up, she would find that she was leading the fashion trend. By the time she fell, she would probably be there again.
It takes a while.
He is really a free living sign. If he were not so stingy, S&J would probably stand on the international stage and become a famous fashion designer.
It's a pity, Yan Zhen thought with his lips raised, that he is really a stingy man and cannot tolerate his woman making clothes for others.