the manager asked.
"Next Thursday..."
Mo Yan thought about it and realized that Zhang Zhiqin would come to Kyoto with the production crew of "My Daughter" next Tuesday, so she could give him some time to try on the dress.
After all, this piece of clothing was bought specifically for him by Mo Yan.
As for the size, it was on the night when Zhang Zhiqin first stayed at Mo Yan's house. When this weakling was exhausted and fell asleep, Mo Yan secretly measured it for him.
This guy has such a bad taste in clothes that Mo Yan wants to buy him two decent pieces of clothing.
But for some reason, Mo Yan did not tell Zhang Zhiqin that she had secretly measured his size.
The main reason was that when he measured the size that night, it was a bit too...that, and Mo Yan really couldn't bring himself to speak.
Mo Yan couldn't help but think of the scene that night. Although that guy was a weakling, he actually had a pretty good figure...
As he thought about it, Mo Yan couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
"Wow, Sister Yan, you actually bought such expensive clothes. Who did you buy them for?"
Fangfang's surprised voice came from behind.
This brand is quite famous and the clothes are very expensive. Although Fangfang can't afford it, she recognizes it.
Mo Yan was startled and turned around to glare at Fang Fang: "Silly girl, are you a ghost? Why are you so silent?"
He quickly put the phone behind him.
"Sister Fang and Wang Linlin have already finished reading the information. I came to call you, but you ignored me just now?"
Fangfang said aggrievedly, "I didn't mean to look at your phone. I just glanced at it accidentally."
Mo Yan raised his hand and twisted her ear: "All you do is gossip!"
"Oh, I really didn't mean it. Sister Yan, please forgive me."
Fangfang quickly begged for mercy.
Mo Yan snorted coldly, let go of Fangfang, and walked towards the studio door.
"Sister Yan, did you buy these for Zhang Zhiqin? Wow, you're so generous! These two sets of clothes must have cost tens of thousands! This guy is so lucky! He's practically being kept by a rich woman!"
Fangfang is now less and less afraid of Mo Yan. She follows her with a smile and chatters away.
"Who said I bought it for him? I bought it for my dad."
Without even turning around, Mo Yan said calmly, "If anyone wants to buy something, he should buy it for me! You can't be too nice to a man, otherwise you won't be able to discipline him in the future."
Fangfang was stunned for a moment, then gave a thumbs up: "Wow, worthy of being Sister Yan!"
Mo Yan ignored her and walked straight into the studio.
Looking at the capable back, Fangfang sighed sincerely: "Sister Yan is so cool. I want to be like her and discipline men harshly in the future!"
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