Jiang Yan felt that he was able to take such an inexplicable outfit.
This suit is pretty good without looking at the jacket. Slim pants, a black loose t-shirt, although it's knitted, but at least it's the kind that won't be watched when you go out.
But he shuddered as soon as he put on his coat, and looked back at Gu Fei: "Hey, are you sure I didn't get the wrong clothes?"
"No," Gu Fei still looked at him behind the cara, "what happened?"
"No, don't you think this suit looks like a Matrix version? No, no, a straw rope around the waist is a missionary?" Jiang Yan tugged at his clothes and whispered, "Is there a mirror? I feel like A mage ... "
Gu Fei didn't speak, and pointed to the wall behind with a smile.
The clothes are quite long, and the calves are relatively thin and soft. They are worn a little on the body, which is the legendary lazy casual style, but you must wear a thinner and shorter one. You have to get back to Qingshan when you go out.
"This dress has a face, a figure, a height, and a temperant," Ding Zhuxin leaned against the door. "You're more fanciful than Dafei, and he's just a hooligan."
"Oh, if he doesn't wear it, it's about a hooligan," Jiang Yan stood in front of the mirror and looked at it. Actually ... it's okay. Although he definitely won't buy such clothes, he is not picking clothes now. "The designer of this dress doesn't know who it is, he has to give him a smile."
"It's ," Ding Zhuxin said.
"... Ah?" Jiang Yan looked at Ding Zhuxin's expression of "I know what you're thinking
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