Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Chapter 64

Brother Zhi hesitated to take the overly white veil, and did not move.

Wei Ziqing stood up straight, amused to see his stupid look, took the handkerchief again, and wiped his face.

After the tear stains on his face disappeared, he realized that this gentleman is not ugly, his round face, round eyes and small mouth are still cute.

Brother Zhi opened his mouth, staring blankly at the smile of the person in front of him: "Brother Fairy."

Wei Ziqing shoved the handkerchief into his hand, and it was the first time that someone stared at him from such a close distance and boasted so blatantly, he felt a little embarrassed.

"You clean it yourself. It's so big that you can't sit on the ground anymore. It will stain your new clothes."

Brother Xianzi's voice is so gentle, Zhizhi feels like he is dreaming, but when he hears the word "new clothes", he feels so wronged!

"My wedding dress is so ugly, woo—"

Seeing that the gentleman's mouth is getting wider and wider, a wave of sound is about to attack.

Wei Ziqing blurted out: "Don't cry, I have a solution."

Chun Zhi closed her mouth, which was about to howl, with a look of surprise: "Really? Brother Fairy can make nice clothes?"

Wei Ziqing didn't answer these words, but just looked at Chun Zhi's wedding dress.

"The cut of this dress doesn't suit you. Even if the size is right, it loses its original style. It's very simple, just change to a style that suits you."

The guy at the door didn't believe it at all, and said with a sneer, "With his body shape, he looks the same no matter what he wears, it's impossible to look good in it."

Wei Ziqing turned his head, his eyebrows frowned slightly: "Since the door is open to welcome guests, we must be prepared to welcome all types of guests. Since we can't satisfy the guests, we shouldn't take money from them, let alone mess up the mess later. And blame the guests."

The guy was taught a lesson by a young gentleman in front of so many people, and he was provoked: "If he is so strong, can we blame our clothes?"

The onlookers were in an uproar. This guy usually keeps a low voice when he sees people, but he didn't expect that he really thought of some guests like this.

The shopkeeper saw that the buddy fell to the ground more and more, so he patted him hard on the head: "What are you talking about, go back to work in the house."

He turned his head to look at Wei Ziqing again, with a somewhat haughty expression on his face: "This small shop is incompetent, and it has only been in business for more than 20 years. You speak in a serious tone. I don't know what you can do. Maybe you can change it?"

Wei Ziqing's eyes were puzzled: "You guys who sell clothes don't think about how to improve yourself. You solve the problem by starting with the customers themselves? Then what's the use of coming to you to buy clothes? The clothes themselves are to add luster to yourself, not for someone else. To change yourself with a piece of clothing, this is called the last home. Do people wear clothes, or do clothes wear people?"

"well said!"

"It makes sense."

The shopkeeper heard that the people around him agreed with this gentleman's words, and his complexion became ugly: "Your gentleman is eloquent, but you don't know how capable you are, and you can teach me with such crazy words? You have a way, but I will teach you a lesson. I want to hear what you can do."

Wei Ziqing said mysteriously: "Of course we can't say the method, we will find out in a few days."

The shopkeeper's eyes were full of doubts: "Don't feint, talk about it now if you have the ability."

Wei Ziqing smiled brightly: "This is a joke. You haven't paid for your apprenticeship, and you still want to use my secret skills?"

The people around were all amused by the gentleman's words. The owner of this store had studied art in Beijing Middle School again, and he was proud to open this store when he returned to the county. He never looked at the faces of customers, and often laughed at other people's eyes.

Such a proud person, and already middle-aged, to ask him to be a teacher is simply to slap him in the face.