Hexagonal God

Chapter 106 Daily High Consumption
No wonder Ding Hua misunderstood, Luo Qun's silver hair style is very rare.

There are not many boys who dye their hair, let alone dye it silver, which is one in a million.

When two young men and women with silver hair are shopping together, no one would believe that they are not a couple.

Luo Qun was a little anxious: "This is my roommate's boyfriend, why do you care so much?"

Having said that, I feel it is more likely to cause misunderstanding.

Sure enough, Ding Hua on the opposite side looked at Su Mo with an increasingly unfriendly look.

Maybe at this moment, in his eyes, Su Mo was a scumbag who deceived little girls and was two-timing.

It looks okay.

good body.

This is normal. Without these basic conditions, you are not qualified to be a scumbag.

She was wearing fancy clothes, but they didn't look like they were from a big brand.

The watch he wears is a Patek Philippe, but considering his age, it is most likely a high imitation.

He just saw it all. It was Luo Qun who was picking clothes for him. This guy basically didn't say anything. He probably wanted to be a gigolo.

He also felt that Su Mo had an unruly aura.

It’s hard to say whether it’s good or bad, but it should be more attractive to young girls.

This is a playboy!
In an instant, Ding Hua saw through Su Mo.

But seeing Luo Qun's unhappy look, he also knew that he couldn't be impatient at this time.

Little girls have a rebellious mentality. The more you suppress them, the more they will rebel. You can't let them leave a bad impression of you.

Ding Hua quickly adjusted his attitude, walked up to Su Mo with a smile, and extended his hand.

"Hello, I'm Ding Hua. My family and Luo Qun's are old friends, and we have a lot of business dealings. I can say that I watched Luo Qun grow up. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Ding. What do you call me little brother?"

Since becoming an actor, Su Mo has observed and practiced micro-expressions the most. He can sense a hint of possessiveness in the look of Ding Hua when she looks at Luo Qun.

Is the other party planning to trick me, using his mature man's temperament, rich social experience, and even financial display to make me give up?

It’s a superior approach, but it doesn’t work on Su Mo.

Su Mo smiled faintly and shook hands with the other party. "My name is Su Mo. My girlfriend is Sister Skirt's roommate. I arrived in the capital late last night, but my girlfriend was not there, so Sister Skirt picked me up. We got up this morning to eat and go shopping together. We are not boyfriend and girlfriend, so don't get me wrong, Brother Ding."

His attitude was neither hurried nor slow, and his tone was sincere, as if he was clarifying something.

But Ding Hua couldn't help but twitch his eyelids when he heard it.

Are you clarifying this?
You are provoking!

Because there is too much information in the words.

You came in the second half of the night, and Luo Qun went to pick you up. You got up in the morning and had dinner and went shopping together. So were you together for those few hours last night?

The meaning of the words is very certain, yes.

This gives people a lot of room for imagination. It may be gossip to others, but it is exciting to Ding Hua.

With just a simple exchange of words, Su Mo stimulated Ding Hua so much that he almost lost his composure.

Fortunately, he is old enough and still has some sophistication, so he did not lose his composure on the spot.

"Really? Then you two have a pretty good relationship. It's good for young people to make more friends. Luo Qun has had a bad temper since she was a child. If there's anything inconsiderate, please bear with me."

Su Mo chuckled: "Brother Ding is too modest. Sister Skirt has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She is very kind to people. Although we have known each other for a short time, I still need her to take care of me in everything. She even makes the final decision when buying clothes."

Ding Hua was choked again.

Aren't you proving your close relationship in this way? Then I will treat you in your own way.

It doesn’t matter that you have known each other since childhood. My life is now taken care of by her.

Don’t you know that Qingmei can’t defeat Tianjiang?
It seems like everyone knows a few words of tea.

Ding Hua felt that he couldn't continue talking to this kid, as bickering was not his strong point.

His strengths are social experience, personal connections, and wealth.

She glanced at her Vacheron Constantin watch and said, "It's almost ten o'clock. Go pick out some clothes. After you're done, I'll treat you to lunch. It's better to meet by chance than to invite each other."

Su Mo looked at Luo Qun indifferently, and Luo Qun waved her hand: "No, Brother Ding, we have a party at noon, and a few friends are waiting."

"Haha, they are all your classmates, right? It's okay, let's go together. Let Brother Ding also feel the vitality of young people. Otherwise, I will be too old."

In fact, Ding Hua's overall quality is quite good. He did not lose his temper and was able to remain calm after being provoked twice. He was able to quietly build closer relationships during conversations and quietly transformed from Brother Ding to Brother. He is also scheming enough.

Luo Qun's family does have a close relationship with Ding Hua's family, so it's hard for her to refuse what Ding Hua said.

After Ding Hua finished speaking, he went straight to the sofa in the rest area at the door and sat down waiting. It was obvious that he wanted to create a fait accompli. He was determined to have dinner with them and was ready to mess things up to the end.

Luo Qun sighed, came to Su Mo, and looked unhappy.

"Who is this guy?" Su Mo asked. "Just like he said, he's a family friend who always acts like he's my brother and tries to get close to me everywhere. It's so annoying."

"I feel like I'm your suitor. Don't hide it from me, I'm an actor too, so I'm pretty good at judging people."

Luo Qun sighed, "It's all my family's idea. I don't have any feelings for him at all, but our two families get along well, and the elders all think so. I can't be too disrespectful to them outside."

"He's really my childhood sweetheart. That's fine. Just take him along for dinner. Isn't it a good thing to have someone treat you?"

Luo Qun's eyes lit up: "Alright, let's kill him and let him know the pain. Then he won't be so annoying next time."

After saying that, Luo Qun ignored Ding Hua and took Su Mo to the back to find the designer.

There were several designers who were trying their luck without any purpose. As soon as they arrived in this area, they met an old foreign man.

Each designer has a promotional photo in the store, introducing the designer’s life, education, and achievements.

This old man is not among them.

The old man was drinking coffee and reading a magazine, but when his eyes fell on Su Mo, he suddenly stopped.

The old man stood up, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and walked around Su Mo twice.

Then he picked up the magazine in his hand, pointed at a model and said, "Is this you?"

Su Mo took a look and saw that it was an English fashion magazine, Harper's Bazaar.

The photo above is a close-up of myself wearing Paul Smith's clothes with a sad expression.

This kind of magazine is currently only sold overseas. I didn’t expect to see it here too. It seems that the identity of this old man is not simple.

He smiled and nodded: "Yes!"

"Oh! This world is really small. I've been reading Harper's Bazaar these days and I've been thinking about your figure. If you wear one of our Connery suits, the effect will definitely be better than those of Paul Smith. I didn't expect God to send you to me. He must have heard the voices of his believers."

Su Mo quietly pulled her skirt: "I'm praising you as God."

"Stop talking nonsense and be serious."

Luo Qun felt a little restrained and asked, "Excuse me, are you Connery's designer?"

A staff member nearby said, "This is Mr. Lawrence, Connery's chief fashion designer. He just came from Milan yesterday."

Luo Qun and Su Mo were filled with awe, feeling that he was a master-level figure.

"Then Mr. Lawrence, can you customize one, no, two suits for my friend?"

Lawrence nodded without hesitation: "Of course. I haven't made clothes myself for a long time. This child has inspired my creative passion."

He called someone over to help him measure Su Mo's clothes.

When Lawrence got all of Su Mo's physical data, he couldn't help but marvel in admiration.

"Child, your physique is truly remarkable. This is the first time I've seen such proportions in an Oriental. Your proportions are more like those of people from Northern Europe, but the details are even better than theirs. It doesn't look like they were born naturally. I think you deserve our finest fabrics."

Su Mo's face was calm and his heart was steady. He looked composed. Luo Qun was beside him, with a little pride on her face.

Lawrence personally selected the fabric for Su Mo and finalized the design.

Lawrence ordered someone to take out some fabrics.

"My child, I have always believed that the best clothing should not be made with cost in mind, because calculating the budget will affect the final quality of the clothing, which is flawed. If you can accept the high price, then I will introduce these fabrics to you."

Su Mo nodded slightly: "No problem, please continue."

"OK, very good. First, let's look at this black one."

"This fabric is a blend of three top-quality fabrics: cashmere, alpaca, and mohair. Muskox hair is also added. This hair is extremely lightweight, softer than silk, and eight times warmer than wool. To collect this hair, we have to wait until the spring snowmelt, and then we send specialists to gather it from the bushes where muskoxen roam. Therefore, production is very low, with only one thousand meters of fabric produced globally each year. Some of this is made into women's clothing, and only about fifty pieces of men's clothing are actually made each year. Each meter of fabric sells for a whopping $5,000."

Su Mo looked at the black suit fabric. It was indeed soft and shiny, black and bright.

Lawrence continued: "A man can have no suit of any kind, but he must have a black formal suit because you will need it in many occasions, what do you think?"

Su Mo nodded: "You are absolutely right, I think I need it."

Luo Qun was quietly calculating the price over there.

Su Mo is tall, and one of his suits requires almost four meters of fabric, and the material cost is 20,000 US dollars.

There are also labor costs, design fees, etc. She has already checked. The clothes designed by Lawrence are all unique. The design fee for each suit is 5,000 euros, and the labor fee is as high as 8,000 euros.

Including accessories, a set of clothes should cost more than 300,000.

Luo Qun couldn't help rolling her eyes. The master was indeed a master. He made a ruthless move. Although she knew that custom-made clothes were expensive, she didn't expect them to be this expensive.

Her family is well-off and has assets worth tens or even hundreds of millions, but this set of clothes costs hundreds of thousands, which is still beyond her spending level.

She was somewhat suspicious that it was a mistake to bring Su Mo here. If Su Mo didn't want to buy such expensive clothes, then it would be her problem.

She quietly pulled Su Mo's hand, trying to hint him not to buy here.

Su Mo didn't seem to understand. He just held her little hand in his and whispered, "Don't be naughty. It will be time for dinner soon."

(End of this chapter)