After leaving the office, Zheng Wanqing headed straight for the famous tailor shop in the city. The suit mannequins displayed in the window were wearing the latest British three-piece suits, with French labels on the glass, gleaming with gold in the sunset.

Stepping into the tailor shop, the store is filled with the faint aroma of fresh fabrics.

The shop owner had sharp eyes and noticed the shiny South Sea pearls on Zheng Wanqing's pearl earrings. He immediately put on a very smile and hurried forward to greet her: "Madam, please come in. I wonder what style of clothes you want? I just got a few pieces of the best Tencel cotton. It feels as smooth as water. It's so comfortable to wear clothes made of it..."

Before she finished her words, Zheng Wanqing said softly but straightforwardly: "I want to customize a few men's suits."

The boss was delighted when he heard this, thinking this was a big deal. He turned around and carefully selected the style and color of the suit from the display rack, saying, "Is it for the old man or..." The boss stopped talking when he saw the oriental pearl ring on the young lady's ring finger reflecting the light.

"To my husband." Zheng Wanqing replied softly, her ears slightly red.

The boss understood what I meant and immediately picked out several of the most popular styles.

The first model adopts the classic notch lapel design, with simple and smooth lines, showing elegance and grandeur. The neckline and cuffs are embroidered with subtle dark patterns with delicate silk threads, which inadvertently reveals exquisiteness and luxury. The color is low-key and calm navy blue, which is neither solemn nor fashionable.

The other one is a dark grey double-breasted suit. The double-breasted design adds a touch of retro style. The shoulder lines are slightly widened to make the shoulders and body look broader, and the hem of the suit is slightly gathered.

The boss paid close attention to Zheng Wanqing's expression and asked, "What do you think of this one?" The boss took out a piece of moon-white British fine spinning fabric and said, "I just made the same one for a director of HSBC last month.

Zheng Wanqing stroked the suit fabric with her hands. The moon-white suit had a high-quality texture. As she looked at the suit, the image of Xie Yun wearing it instantly appeared in her mind, as if he was standing in front of her, with an upright posture and elegant temperament, just like the prince charming in a Western fairy tale, graceful, handsome, and noble.

"Let's take this one," Zheng Wanqing said, pointing at the moon-white suit. She then remembered that Xie Yun usually preferred low-key, easy-to-move-in styles, "I want the other two as well."

The boss received the order and smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to bloom: "Madam, are you as good as your husband?"

Zheng Wanqing nodded slightly, took out a piece of paper from her handbag and handed it over. Looking at the words written on the paper, she couldn't help but blush and her heart beat fast, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to what happened in the office just now.

After Xie Yun finished his meal, Zheng Wanqing took out a pair of soft clothes from her bag. Seeing this, Xie Yun immediately understood what she meant and stood up tactfully, with a doting smile on his face, and said, "Madam, are you going to change your husband's clothes?"

Zheng Wanqing ignored his teasing, just pursed her lips slightly and walked forward holding her soft hands.

She spread her beard and gently placed it on Xie Yun's shoulders, muttering, "Shoulder width... fifty-four."

Then Zheng Wanqing moved the soft hand to his chest, and gently rubbed his chest muscles that rose and fell with his breathing. Zheng Wanqing's hand touched his warm skin, and she felt his body getting hotter and hotter. With a red face, she carefully wrote the details on the paper on the desk with a fountain pen.

In the time it took Zheng Wanqing to write, Xie Yun had already unbuttoned his shirt skillfully with his left hand. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a hint of cunning: "It's more accurate to measure this way."

Zheng Wanqing's cheeks became more and more rosy. She leaned forward slightly, as if hugging him, and wrapped her soft body around Xie Yun's waist.

Xie Yun's wheat-colored abdominal muscles rose and fell slightly with her movements, revealing an indescribable sexiness. Even the slightly hideous scar on the right side of her waist and abdomen seemed to add a different kind of charm at this moment.

Xie Yun couldn't help it after all, and hugged her tightly in his arms, with his hot hands pressed against her waist, as if he wanted to melt her into his body.

Zheng Wanqing said coquettishly: "Don't move, I'm afraid it will be a problem."

"Okay." Xie Yun's voice was a little hoarse, and a lingering breath gently emanated from the top of her head.