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The weather had turned cold in November, and even a physically weak chicken like Lin Yuan began to seriously consider the possibility of wearing fall pants.

But considering that winter had not yet officially arrived, he dismissed the idea.

Now that he had fall pants on, what about winter?

You can't wear two layers of fall pants, right?

Lin Yuan could only put on a thick jacket for himself, and changed into a pair of jeans with padding.

He was not particular about dressing, although he did not exaggerate to the point where he dared to go out in any red and green, but he definitely did not study the art of matching clothes.

This is related to his childhood family environment.

As far as dressing is concerned, Lin Yuan was actually quite rustic as a child.

This has nothing to do with personal taste, but rather with the family's economic foundation.

No matter how good the taste or style is, if you wear clothes that are mended and outdated for many years and carry a backpack that is obviously military green but is whitening due to countless years of inheritance, you will inevitably look a bit rustic.

Lin Yuan has no choice, so of course he doesn't care.

It's just that Lin Yuan's face has a kind of natural handsomeness and temperament, which seems to suppress that earthiness to a certain extent, and under the backdrop of this earthiness, it highlights a sense of vulgarity even more.

It is not the same now as it used to be.

Now that Lin Yuan has earned a lot of money, his clothes and pants have been upgraded, but the habits of his childhood have not changed.

This is the way it should be.

But when she was wearing this outfit and preparing to go to the office, Lin Xuan, who was still eating breakfast because she woke up late, suddenly called out to Lin Yuan.

"Stop."

"What's wrong?"

Lin Yuan looked at his sister with bewilderment and was ready to take out his phone to transfer money.

Every time this sister called Lin Yuan for no apparent reason, she basically wanted to reach out and ask for pocket money.

However, Lin Xuan didn't mean to ask for money, she just looked Lin Yuan up and down and made a tsking sound in her mouth.

"It's time for you to change your wardrobe."

"I think it's fine."

Lin Yuan was not interested in such things.

She would read the most cutting-edge fashion magazines, and in her spare time, she liked to study the clothes on those models, and when she met something she liked, she would spend money to buy it.

Is the salary not enough to spend?

The first time I was in a position to do so was when I was a child.

Lin Xuan is no longer the poor girl who obsesses over whether to add a ham sausage to her instant noodles; everything she wanted as a child is now at her fingertips with her brother's success and fame, and her own salary is not low, even higher than that of all employees in the same position...

Yinlan is always extra generous to her.

But today Lin Xuan seems to be no longer satisfied with self change, her claws finally reached out to her brother: "How can the hall of fish envy wear so casual it, your company has no requirements on clothing?".

"It seems so."

"So you're wearing this?"

"No one seems to be talking about me."

Lin Xuan was blocked by Lin Yuan's words, her eyes haunted, as if struck by some fact, before she hummed a moment later, "My brother must be dazzling anyway, today my sister is resting, I'll take you shopping for clothes!"

"I have clothes."

"You have bad eyes."

Lin Xuan didn't allow Lin Yuan to refuse, and drove Lin Yuan out directly: "After I go to work, I'll buy all your clothes online, and let my sister buy your clothes for you in the future."

"Oh."

Lin Yuan went against the grain.

Don't look at Lin Xuan's current clothes, which were countless times more advanced than the ones on Lin Yuan's body, when Lin Xuan had just started working, the clothes she bought for Lin Yuan were basically a few hundred pieces.

For the same price, Lin Xuan could have bought herself several outfits then, if not more!

Don't ask what clothes are so cheap.

Lin Xuan has even bought a lot of little dresses online that cost more than ten dollars a piece, and when you catch one, you can wear it for half a summer.

If you accidentally pulled it, you would feel bad for days.

In terms of shabbiness, it was really shabby for Lin Xuan at that time, not at all like what she herself told her siblings before work.

"When I get a job and make money, I'll buy myself the prettiest dresses, the best shoes, and the highest grade black ......."

She did buy some nice clothes and pants after she worked, but they were for her younger siblings.

Those who know Lin Xuan have no doubt about one thing.

That's why, when she gets married, Lin Xuan must be the devil to help her brother and sister.

In fact, Lin Xuan has never hidden her dream of marrying a rich man.

But this dream died completely when Lin Yuan was born under the name of Fish Envy.

Now she is a "rich man" herself.

The way a rich man buys clothes is by brushing....

Swipe card.

Lin Yuan seems to be a natural clothes hanger.

The effect of any clothes that arrived on Lin Yuan's body would always wear the designer's original intention of designing that garment.

When the fifth outfit was packed, Lin Yuan finally couldn't stand it any longer: "There are too many."

"Then let's change it."

Lin Xuan looked at the mall with reluctant eyes, there were still several pieces of clothing that she hadn't bought.

Most of these clothes were worn by the male models Lin Xuan had seen when she was reading magazines, and since then, she had been imagining how Lin Yuan would look in them.

As it turned out, the basic conditions of those male models limited Lin Xuan's imagination.

If Lin Yuan hadn't gone into music and become a model instead, the family probably would have been rich.

"For a change, where to?" Lin Yuan felt that his sister still had ideas.

"Barber store, I have an appointment with Mr. Tony."

Lin Xuan smiled proudly, still not giving Lin Yuan the chance to want to refuse, and stepped on the gas pedal to the kind of barber store that ordinary people wouldn't want to go in after a glance.

"Is this store serious?"

"Sister is the supreme member here."

Lin Xuan walked in with arrogant steps, and Lin Yuan had no choice but to keep up, and was warmly received by the attendants.

Somehow, Lin Yuan could actually see the shadow of the Yaohuo seniors in the attitude of the waiters towards Lin Xuan.

Of course, Lin Yuan was also warmly received.

When they were washing Lin Yuan's hair, a few waitresses almost got into a fight over who washed Lin Yuan's hair.

Lin Xuan was saying, "Your hair is too long and you don't like to take care of it.

Lin Yuan whispered, "Why don't you go and harm Big Yaoyao?"

Lin Xuan said persuasively, "She's still a student, it's not good to be too flashy, let's talk about it after graduation."

Lin Yuan: "......"

It is still his childhood habit not to cut his hair until it is a certain length.

To save money.

Later, in order to save even more money, his mother bought a pair of scissors for his sister's haircut, and from then on, Lin Yuan's hair was mostly cut by his sister.

From the beginning, when she finished cutting, she needed to wear a hat because of her weird image, to the point where she could barely see people.

It turned out that his sister's hair cutting skills needed improvement.

When Lin Yuan walked out of the barber store, he didn't even know what was going on, but the street was full of people turning around, and the nearest sister even licked her lips-" Lin Yuan said.

Usually Lin Yuan has a good turn rate, and Lin Yuan is used to it.

But today, the rate of return was exceptionally high, so high that Lin Yuan, who had been living in the midst of other people's peeping eyes since he was a child, was somewhat instinctively uncomfortable.

Of course, there is no shortage of men who are getting haircuts.

A male customer who was getting a haircut excitedly pointed at Lin Yuan and said, "I want that hairstyle too." Then, after the hairdresser's slight laughter, Lin Yuan said, "I want that hairstyle too.

Then, amidst the slightly twitching cheeks of the barber, was a tactful reminder: "Sir, actually your face shape is more suitable for the current hairstyle ......".

The customer was dissatisfied: "Are you telling me what to do?"

The barber was on the verge of tears: "Sorry, my ability is limited."

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