Nanxi clothing.

Under the leadership of Xu Moshen, Qiao Yiwan selected some fabrics he liked in the warehouse, but did not notice the deeper and deeper eyes of the man next to him.

Xu Moshen's eyes moved from the fabric in her hand to her delicate face, and he pretended to be careless: "Wanwan, these seem to be made in men's clothing?"

He met Qiao Yi more than five years later. In the past, many works of Nan Xixiuli were made by her.

But whether it was making it by himself or drawing design drawings, he had never seen her involve men's clothing.

Qiao Yiwan looked around the accessories and chose several pairs of cufflinks, which were comparing.

Hearing Xu Moshen’s question, she nodded, “Well, men’s clothing.”

Xu Moshen raised his eyebrows with interest, "So, if you say that, men's clothing may appear next year when Nan Xixi Show?"

He touched his chin, "Or, are you going to start a men's clothing show alone?"

When Qiao Yiwan heard this, she paused the movements in her hand.

Then, he said embarrassedly: "That's not, I just want to make two for my friend..."

Xu Moshen: "????"

The outstanding face he had seen in a private club suddenly flashed through his mind, and he was slightly curious, "Are you planning to make clothes for your husband who agreed to do?"

Qiao Yiwan: “…”

When I heard the word "husband" in his words, for some reason, I felt a little uncontrollable and feverish on my cheeks.

She coughed lightly and covered her up, "Cough... I have nothing else to mean, I just give a gift..."

Qiao Yiwan raised the badge bag that Shen Zhao gave with her with her hand, "Hey, I like this one he gave..."

Xu Moshen looked down and a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes.

Then, he smiled and said, "Tsk tsk, Wanwan, do you know what that man did?"

The men who can keep the big Buddhas around Haicheng must have a different identity.

Qiao Yiwan shook her head and said carelessly: "I don't know very well about the specifics, I only know that he works in Shen Group..."

She paused for a moment and added, "But I don't care much about his job. Didn't you say, I'm very rich?"

The implication is that she is not short of money.

I don’t care what Shen Zhao is.

Xu Moshen thought when he heard her words.

Shen Group...

He suddenly remembered someone.

All ages and demeanors are in line with each other.

Xu Moshen frowned slightly.

If it were the one from the Shen family, Qiao Yiwan would probably not be able to play with it.

He didn't know how to point it out directly, but just said with a point of view: "You misunderstood, his job should be good, otherwise..."

Xu Moshen said this, his eyes fell on the exquisite bag that Qiao Yiwan carried, and then said, "Otherwise, he would not have given a bag worth a million yuan if he said it..."

Bang!

When Qiao Yiwan heard Xu Moshen's words, the cufflinks in his hand slid into the box uncontrollably.

She looked a little confused, "This bag... costs one million?"

Xu Moshen suddenly chuckled as she listened to her disbelief and her expression of doubting her life.

"Haha! If you haven't forgotten what happened before, you should know its value better than me."

As a fashion designer, you will also know something about jewelry and bags.
Chapter completed!