As if suddenly thinking of something, Tan Yutong looked at Mo Chongyan and said in a slow voice, "Chongyan, I know you are very capable and you are the president of Mohist group, but it doesn't mean that everyone knows you are the president of Mohist group."
Mo Chongyan also understood the meaning of what Tan Yutong said. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said:
"what's the matter? Do you still want me to write "Mo Chongyan, President of Mohist group" on my back
Tan Yutong shook his head, saying that he really didn't mean that.
"It's OK, my own husband. He's all right. He doesn't need to care what other people's eyes are like. We just need to be good at ourselves and care what other people think."
Mo Chongyan laughed, looked at Tan Yutong and asked, "is that right? Do you really think so? Why can't I see it at all? "
Tan Yutong nodded with a smile, "of course I think so, otherwise what else can I think?"
Mo Chongyan just laughed and didn't say much.
When Tan Yutong passed by a men's clothing store, he saw that the windbreaker at the door was really good, and he knew that it was absolutely suitable for Mo Chongyan, so he immediately took Tan Yutong into the store.
"Chongyan, Chongyan, you must look better than the model in this!"
Tan Yutong excitedly points to the clothes on the model in the window and shows them to Mo Chongyan.
As soon as the waiter looked at it, he immediately came up and said:
"my wife really has eyes. This dress is naturally more beautiful than the models in our shop."
Mo Chongyan didn't say anything. He just stepped forward and touched the fabric of the clothes. His brow slightly frowned. But he didn't show it. Instead, he went back to tan Yutong and said with a smile:
"wife, let's go to other places to have a look. The clothes in this shop are not very exquisite in the choice of fabrics, and they are produced in large quantities. I don't like to wear the same clothes as others."
Tan Yutong is stunned. She understands the meaning of Mo Chongyan's words. Naturally, she also knows that Mo Chongyan's clothes are always tailor-made.
At least in the years when Tan Yutong has known Mo Chongyan, Mo Chongyan's clothes have never been bought in a shop. His clothes are all custom-made. After they are made by hand, they are specially sent here.
But Tan Yutong knew that the waiter didn't know. He always felt that what Mo Chongyan said just now was a deliberate slander, and his face suddenly changed.
Tan Yutong hurriedly stepped forward and gently dragged Mo Chongyan's clothes, indicating that he would not go on.
But Mo Chongyan didn't seem to understand the meaning of Tan Yutong's action. He frowned slightly, and his eyes were full of disdain for the shop.
"Wife, this niche brand is not suitable for you. Let's go."
Tan Yutong just came in. It's not because there are women's clothes here. He just thinks that the windbreaker in the window must look good on Mo Chongyan, but he didn't expect that it would be like this.
"Sir, if you don't buy it, you can leave. There's no need to discredit our store like this."
The waiter was probably arrogant by Mo Chongyan. He glared at Mo Chongyan and felt that although he was a little handsome, he had no education. No matter how handsome he was, it was useless!