His father was watching him. He felt a little guilty, but he still raised his hand confidently: "Baby only has, only two."
Okay, he now has one Coke +1, making a total of three Cokes.
Not only are there shopping malls here, but the luxury goods are just as complete as those in Hong Kong. Nie Zhao had previously told the manager that he wanted to take his wife and son shopping in the afternoon and asked him to arrange the time.
When they arrived, several luxury stores in the mall had already cleared out, so they could just browse.
Nie Jiayu held his laptop, mouse on his lap, typing incessantly, occasionally bumping into someone.
Nie Zhao reminded him, "You can only find a coffee shop to work in peace, or I can help you book a room?"
Nie Jiayu gave an irrelevant answer: "I'll be able to break down Yidianhong's movements soon."
Nie Zhao said, "You don't have to come with us."
Nie Jiajun didn't even look up, but said, "No, I must stay with my niece."
Nie Zhao choked for a moment, then glanced into the high-end sunglasses store and asked only, "Where are the children's sunglasses?"
Four or five sales clerks serve only this family. Of course, they have all kinds of children's sunglasses, and many more.
Nie Zhao has never allowed his son to wear it, partly because there are no sunny occasions, and partly because he is afraid it will press on the bridge of his nose.
The one Chen Rou bought for A Yuan yesterday was the cheapest, but also the worst. Of course, her son wanted the one that was of the best quality, the least harmful to his eyes, and the lightest—so light that it wouldn't put any strain on his nose—while also being the most aesthetically pleasing.
People of the same kind have different fates.
The son of Hong Kong's richest man wanted to sit in the glass of a luxury store, and no one dared to say no.
Moreover, there were staff members who specifically helped him get a seat cushion. However, to the salesperson's surprise, when his son sat on the glass, Hong Kong's richest man would put his hand under the child's bottom to support him.
And he wears the watch on his left wrist, so the reason can't be that he's worried about the child getting a sore throat, right?
Yes, that's right. The sales clerk was a little nervous and poked the child's glasses while putting sunglasses on. The richest woman's reaction was to comfort the clerk first: "Don't be nervous, relax."
But the richest man was different. He exhaled a sharp breath, reached out, and said with suppressed anger in his voice, "I'll do it."
He wanted to check it out himself first to make sure the light was soft before gently putting it on his son. His voice was so gentle and doting: "How does it feel? Is it comfortable? Is it heavy? Does it make your eyes feel comfortable?"
His son sat on the counter, swinging his toes, and pointed: "I want it, I want it to be brighter."
These are real sunglasses. Compared to the toy sunglasses Chen Rou bought yesterday, they filter out strong light but don't interfere with vision.
The son of the richest man in Hong Kong is truly blessed to have been born into such a good family.
But he is really good-looking, with big, clear, bright eyes and naturally pouty lips.
Most children have flat noses, but his isn't; it's delicate and straight, just like his father's.
Of course, no one would dare to take photos in a place like this. There are even bodyguards blocking the cameras with their heads, so it's impossible to take photos secretly.
But since it was a rare opportunity to see the richest man's son in person, the sales staff felt it was worth it just to have a look.
How should I put it? Just two years ago, the richest man in Hong Kong once declared at the entrance of a hospital that his son was the most handsome man in Hong Kong.
At that time, the media in Macau ridiculed him, saying that he was talking big.
But it turns out that's not the case; their son is indeed handsome, and when he grows up, he'll probably be even better looking than his father.
It's said he kisses his son 180 times a day, which doesn't seem to be just paparazzi making things up. Anyone can see how much he loves his son.
The sales clerks exchanged glances, thinking to themselves that the young masters and noblemen of the Wen family were lucky to have been born into such a family.
But he's nowhere near as good as this guy from Hong Kong. He's an only child, a singleborn, and his father dotes on him so much.
Nie Zhao owns several pairs of sunglasses from this brand, including the most expensive one, which he wears himself; the quality is quite good.
Seeing that the quality of the children's version was the same as the adult version, I said, "I want all the ones from the same series, in various colors and styles."
He added, "The women's version is the same; one set for each."
Chen Rou, feeling bored, was also trying on sunglasses. She took them off and said, "I remember having some at home."
Nie Zhao was actually a little unhappy because Chen Rou didn't bring many clothes for herself or A Yuan when she went out. She did bring several sets of pajamas and the children's usual clothes, but only one suit.
It's not the usual elasticated pants or overalls, but a formal style.
Ah Yuan had many jackets, jeans, windbreakers, and all sorts of other clothes, but she didn't bring any of them.
Of course, Mr. Nie will scold others for doing something wrong, but if his wife does something wrong, then he'll go shopping.
There aren't many other things in the mall, but clothes are the most plentiful. If you're just going to go on a shopping spree, you can just buy a few sets.
A-Yuan was wearing a small suit and sunglasses, while his father was wearing a large suit and large sunglasses. The sales clerks here were also well-trained and didn't laugh at all. But walking with the two of them, Chen Rou felt that they were so dramatic and wanted to laugh.
But there's something even more awkward: when they go shopping, the shop assistants will follow them around carrying shopping bags.
Moreover, the luxury goods area was cleared out, and many people were watching from outside the cordon.
But Nie Zhao is so fussy when buying clothes for his son. He wants to check the fabric and the lining. He won't listen to the salesperson. He insists on checking the care label himself. He's such a fuss-man, so annoying.
Of course, Secretary An was following behind and signing checks. As long as he bought enough, it was a good thing for the sales clerk.
Ah Yuan was actually getting a little impatient, and said several times, "Jio, Dad."
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