Chapter 877

Chapter 877

"I forget about eating. My whole body becomes hot and my eyes become scary red. My mind is completely dominated by desire." Assistant Gu smiled slightly, "Don't get me wrong. I'm talking about appetite."

Guan Yu smiled and said, "You have quite a lot of strings with names in your head. It turns out you are an expert at guitar."

Special Assistant Gu winked at her and said, "So every time I speak to you, it's a love song."

"Oh, I thought Wu Zi was crying at the grave." Guan Yu ignored him indifferently.

Special Assistant Gu: "......"

Ji Jinzhou couldn't help laughing.

The chat room on the other side was not so relaxed.

Mo Xiaoting thought of another angle to nitpick, "Liu He, didn't you always say before that you must find someone your own age and don't like older men who are much older than you? And you also said, 'What's the difference between that and finding yourself a new father?'"

He smiled slightly, "He should be five or six years older than you, right?"

"She's only five or six years old. As long as it's true love, five thousand years of Chinese history is fine." Wen Liuhe waved his hand indifferently.

"..."

"Although Brother Tingnan is a little older, he is very caring." Ji Botang blinked, "Besides, with Brother Tingnan's small face, once he takes off his suit jacket, won't he look like a teenager?"

She gave Wen Liuhe a suggestive look and said, "The clothes you bought for him last time were pretty good."

Wen Liuhe tilted his head. Her?

"You even bought him clothes?" Mo Xiaoting's eyes were filled with resentment. "Wen Liuhe, Wen Liuhe, it's been more than ten years, and your three brothers haven't even seen a pair of socks you gave them, let alone buying them clothes."

Wen Liuhe immediately understood this time. Ji Baitang was laying the groundwork for her to be a couple with Li Tingnan.

She nodded affirmatively, "Oh, yes, that one. It will definitely make me look younger when I wear it."

Jiang Yuhe said sourly, "What did you buy? What brand?"

"Uh..." Wen Liuhe's eyes rolled around. How did she know what a man should wear to look younger?

"That's what you told me, that piece is a must-have item for men with a youthful look, and the brand is Sao Paulo." Ji Baitang kept hinting with his eyes, and he almost said it out loud.

Sao Paulo started out with the gimmick of "A successful man's wardrobe must have a Sao Paulo shirt". It is a well-known high-end luxury men's shirt brand and is very famous in the upper class circles, especially its white shirt, which is one of its leading brands.

The white shirt is a must-have item for men to look youthful.

Wen Liuhe racked his brains, and countless categories flashed through his mind quickly, including vests, jackets, overcoats, pants, etc.

Men... also need a youthful look...

A word suddenly popped up in her mind, and she herself was not sure, "Open, open-crotch pants?"

She has a cousin who wears open-crotch pants, and he looks so young.

"......" Ji Baitang pinched himself at the Ren Zhong point and almost fainted from anger.

Li Tingnan had a deadpan face and remained silent.

"Tsk." Mo Xiaoting smiled lightly and suddenly he was no longer jealous.

Open-crotch pants? That would be very childish.

"Is there something wrong with your brain?" Ji Botang gritted his teeth, "It's a white shirt! You forgot you bought it yourself?"

Wen Liuhe suddenly realized, "Oh, right... Sao Paulo white shirt, a big brand, I must know it, I was just teasing you."

Mo Xiaoting's smile immediately faded, and he said sarcastically, "You are thoughtful to give me a shirt."

Ji Baitang closed his eyes and boasted: "My brother Tingnan looks so young in that white shirt. He looks radiant and like an old tree coming back to life. And his words and actions don't sound like his father at all. How can we not be considered our peers?"

"That's right." Wen Liuhe tilted his head slightly and nudged Li Tingnan, "If you really can't do it, wear open-crotch pants and kill them."

"I don't want to!" Li Tingnan answered decisively, his voice rising slightly and... shaking with collapse.