Chapter 67

Chapter 67

The boss was stunned for a moment when he heard this. It was the first time he had seen someone so bold in buying long johns.

"How big do you want sir?"

Lin Qiong reported Fu Xingyun's size. After hearing this, the boss took out a few pairs and said, "These are quite good ones. You can see how warm these fleece ones are."

Lin Qiong reached out and touched the thickness, "Okay, I'll take them all."

The boss packed it up with a smile, and Lin Qiong came out carrying the bag.

Fu Xingyun was born into a wealthy family when he was a child. Wherever he was rich and powerful, people would flatter him. He should have seen all the good things. He couldn't afford such expensive antiques. The high price that Wei Wei could afford might be the other person's.It’s not uncommon to see too many.

Then he lowered his head and glanced at the long johns in his hand. Although they were simple and unpretentious, they were durable and still a necessity.

Lin Qiong smiled and shook her head.

Oh, he is such a clever little guy.

"Is this your birthday gift to me?" An angry and disbelieving voice suddenly came from not far ahead.

The boy on the side quickly raised his hand to cover the person's mouth and looked around in embarrassment, "Oh my God, can you please lower your voice?"

"Why do you want me to keep my voice down?!"

The distance was less than half a meter, so Lin Qiong was at a loss and walked directly to the hat shop next to her.

The store manager was enjoying his melon and looked at the quarreling couple and said to Lin Qiong, "What do you want to buy, sir?"

Lin Qiong: "...Just take a look."

The store manager kept his eyes open and said, "Okay."

"Look at what you gave me. Are you willing to take it out? We have been together for five years. You gave me this for my birthday."

The store manager took a breath, "Do you think that man is too much?"

Lin Qiong:?

Who are you talking to?

Lin Qiong looked back around, then raised her finger and pointed at herself, "Me?"

The store manager nodded, "Yeah."

Just as Lin Qiong was about to speak, the quarreling girl continued: "On your birthday, did I not give you the sneakers you like or the watch you were reluctant to buy? Is this how you treat me?"

"Okay, keep your voice down, don't you feel embarrassed?"

Lin Qiong frowned, "Scumbag."

The store manager echoed, "Who says it's not?"

Lin Qiong had just arrived and didn't know what happened before, so she asked, "What did that boy give me?"

The store manager shook his head, "I don't know, but it's not worth anything. The girl took one look at it and threw it back into the bag."

The boy who had the quarrel had a bad look on his face and started to sound impatient, "Don't you think our love is not measured by money? Why are you so materialistic now that I'm giving you some cheap gifts?!"

The girl looked at the person aggrieved and shouted, "Money cannot be measured, but you must also be careful! What are you giving me?!"

Lin Qiong pointed and said, "That's right."

"You call me materialistic, why don't you call yourself poor?"

Lin Qiong cursed, "That's right."

Pooh!Scumbag.

The more the girl thought about it, the angrier she became. She took out the things in the bag and threw them at the boy, "Let's break up. Take your autumn clothes and go fall in love."

Lin Qiong: "That's right..."

etc!The birthday gift that man gave his girlfriend was autumn clothes?!"

Lin Qiong lowered his head and glanced at the long johns in his hand.

I sat up in shock when I was dying, the scumbag was actually me!

After the two people quarreled, the store manager made a post-viewing comment, "What a scumbag. I gave him an autumn coat on his birthday after four years of being together!"

Lin Qiong felt a little unsure for a moment, "Yes."

The more Lin Qiong looked at the long johns in her hand, the more she felt that she was a scumbag. After coming to this world, Fu Xingyun could be said to be the person closest to him.

Let him jump directly from the poor class to the wealthy.

Feed him, give him clothes, give him money.

He can't just give him long johns, he must also think of something thoughtful.

Lin Qiong was still distressed until she went to the traditional Chinese medicine clinic at noon, looking at Fu Jinglin lying on the bed, waiting to be slaughtered.

"Great nephew."

Fu Jinglin, who was 1.85 meters tall, was posing enchantingly on the bed, "What's wrong?"

"What will you give your uncle for his birthday this year?"

Fu Jinglin shook his head, "I haven't decided yet, what do you want to give me?"

"I don't know either."

Fu Jinglin thought for a while, "Actually, you can go back and ask uncle what he likes."

"Wouldn't there be no surprises then?"

"If you mention it casually, he won't be relieved."

Lin Qiong Oh, yes.

After dinner in the evening, Lin Qiong came to the person's room as usual and massaged the person's legs. After that, she did not leave but rubbed herself next to the person and lay next to him.

"Xingyun."

The man looked at the book in his hand and said, "Yeah."

"Can I ask you something?"

Fu Xingyun: "Say."

"What do you like?"

The man's hand holding the book paused, then turned his head and met the man's expectant eyes.

Lin Qiong came up to the person and asked, "What do you like?"

Fu Xingyun turned his head away instantly, "It's nothing..."

It seems that rich people have little desire for the world. If you ask him, he can tell you three days and two nights.

"Isn't there anything you particularly like?"

Looking at the person's expectant eyes, Fu Xingyun's hand holding the book tightened, and wrinkles gradually appeared on the originally flat pages.

I wanted to speak but couldn't. I felt a little hot on my face for a moment.

Fortunately, the lights in the room were dim, covering up the rare helplessness on the man's face.

Lin Qiong put her hand on the person's forearm and shook it, "Tell me, I want to know more about you."

Fu Xingyun coughed and said, "I like you...I like your cooking."

Lin Qiong burst into laughter upon hearing the fair face, "Really?"

Although I am happy, the answer is of no use at all.

Lin Qiong sat with the person in a good mood for a while, then got up and planned to go back to the room.

"Xingyun, good night."

Fu Xingyun looked at the person at the door and said, "Good night."

The door was closed, and not long after, Lin Qiong opened it again and a little head popped up, "That's right, Xingyun."

The man's eyes softened in the darkness, "What's wrong?"

Lin Qiong raised her hand and pointed, "It's time to turn the page of your book."

Fu Xingyun:......

After Lin Qiong left, the man looked down at the page of the book he had been reading for twenty minutes, then took a deep breath and closed the book with a bang.

The next day, Fu Jinglin sat in the car and looked at Lin Qiong, "Did you ask yesterday?"

"asked."

"What did my uncle say?"

"He said he liked my cooking."

Fu Jinglin, who was caught off guard and stuffed with dog food:...

If I had known earlier I wouldn’t have asked.

"Then why don't you just cook a meal on your birthday?"

"How can that work!" Lin Qiong looked serious, "There is no sincerity at all."

As he said this, his eyes lit up as he thought of something, "Do you know where I can get a private order?"

Fu Jinglin: "I know."

"Just tell me."

Fu Jinglin smiled confidently, "Please."

Lin Qiong's face fell after hearing this, "I will send you home now."

"Don't, don't!" Fu Jinglin said quickly after hearing this: "I'll give you the address right now. My mother will definitely break my legs if I go back now."

Lin Qiong got the address as she wished, dropped her off at school and drove there. However, when she arrived at the door of the store, Lin Qiong couldn't move for a while.

Looking at the gorgeous and extravagant decorations in front of him, both in appearance and in the windows, he hesitated for a moment, and he didn't know if he could afford it.

In his previous life, even if Liang Jingru gave him the courage, he would not dare to step forward.

After all, he is also a country bumpkin with a little bit of pride.

Then Lin Qiong took a deep breath and walked in.

The clerk came to me immediately with a decent smile and said, "Hello, sir."

"Hello."

Although Lin Qiong was dressed plainly, the clerk still asked very professionally: "Sir, do you need anything?"

Lin Qiong said, "I heard that your private customization is good, and I would like to order something."

The clerk was a little embarrassed when he heard it, and apologized: "Sorry, sir, our private customization is by appointment only, and we haven't taken orders in the past two months."

Lin Qiong: "My eldest nephew said that if you want to order now, you can give his name."

"Sir, who is your great nephew?"

"Fu Jinglin."

knock!Isn't this the name of their company's nephew, the big boss of the company?

Although the Fu family is not their direct boss, their bosses are attached to the Fu family's company, so they must not be neglected.

The clerk once again looked at this young man who was wearing ordinary clothes but had a superior appearance. "Sir, please wait a moment. I will go and ask you."

With that said, he hurried to the back cabinet, but came back quickly.

This time there was also a manager coming with him, "Mr. Lin, right? Let's go in and talk so we can better understand the style and concept you want."

Lin Qiong was a little at a loss for a moment, but she still followed in.

The manager and Lin Qiong sat down face to face, "Sir, do you want to order tailor-made clothes or..."

Lin Qiong said very directly: "I want to order a cane."

The manager was not surprised. After all, there are many people who make English gentleman's walking sticks. "Are you using it or not?"

"My husband uses it." Lin Qiong stood up and gestured to the desired height of the cane. "I want something stronger and more supportive."

"Of course that's no problem." The manager said as he took out a large booklet, "There are many cane styles made in our store. Of course, Mr. Lin can design his own if he wants. I recommend the material of dark wood."

Lin Qiong listened carefully and then asked, "Can I participate in the production process?"

The manager was stunned. With so many people coming to order, he was the first to make this request.

"There's nothing wrong with Mr. Lin if he wants to."

Lin Qiong's eyes lit up when she heard this. When Fu Jinglin was leaving school, he saw Lin Qiong standing at the school gate waiting for him to finish school.

The friend next to him bumped into him, "Fuck, who is that Fu Jinglin? You're the one who picked him up because he's good-looking?!"

Fu Jinglin instantly raised his leg and gave the person a kick, "What the fuck, she's my uncle's wife."

The friend immediately shut up when he heard this, "You pretend I didn't say that."

Fu Jinglin got into the car and looked at Lin Qiong who was looking happy, "Why are you so happy?"

Lin Qiong glanced at Fu Jinglin gratefully, "My nephew, I didn't expect your name to be so useful."

Fu Jinglin became very arrogant when he heard this, "It's nothing, no matter how much face I have, others will give me some.

Then he asked: "What are you going to give to my uncle?"

Lin Qiong did not tell him directly but said tactfully: "I helped your uncle walk."

Fu Jinglin understood, "Zu Lijian?"