41 Rich woman and gigolo (2/2)

After all, the sales lady has been trained professionally, smiling on the face unchanged and courteous.

Though I changed many suits of clothes, I feel no impatience in my heart.

Anyhow, she's the boss anyway. I get such a high salary, if the job is just changing clothes... It is easy to do such a thing.

It's easier than when I met an unreasonable guest in club and had to keep my temper down and drank with him.

Nanny Fang hardly speaks, but looks at me as if I am a model to show different suits of clothes. She is just looking, and then motions me to continue to change. If she is satisfied, she will let me wear it and turns two or three around in front of her, if not satisfied, just a quick look.

Gradually, I notice some changes in her eyes. There seems to be an imperceptible softness in the originally cold eyes, a faint change in the expression on face. Sometimes, she couldn't help staring at me, lost her minds in two or three seconds, although she recovered very, but I still observed.

Finally, I change into a dark suit with light stripes. As I walk out of the dressing room, I notice that Nanny Fang's eyes suddenly fall into a trance, and her body is faint shocking. The attractive lips are slightly open, as if the whole person has fallen into a strange mood. She seems subconsciously trying to hide, but she failed. After coughing twice, she lifts her glasses, but she turns away in a flurry, as if afraid to look at me. Within a few seconds, she couldn't help turning her head again.

This time there is a little sadness and plaintive in her eyes, and the tenderness that flashing in her fascinating mug of eyes could almost melt any people.

”Miss Fang.” I keep my own counsel and look at her calmly, ”Is this suit OK?”

”Well... Oh... Ah, yes! ”Nanny Fang comes back to her senses and seems to take a deep breath. She calms down completely from the confusion. Then she walks over and grabs the corner of my clothes without waiting for the salesgirl next to me to help me organize my clothes. Then she smooth out the wrinkles on my clothes in front and back, and then look at the sales lady: ”There are lighters, purses, belts, all set to him, um, and shirts.”

She seems calm, but in fact I can see the confusion in her eyes.

Carefully selected lighter, purse, belt, Nanny Fang let me change a shoulder printed shirt, carefully looks at me for a while, and then tells the sales lady a few words to let her go to the other counter, brings back a pair of delicate rimless glasses, very simple shape, but very well-made.

”My eyes are not short-sighted.” I wry smile: ”I'm afraid I can't see clearly when I put on it.”

”The glasses have no degree.” Nanny Fang ignores my objection and puts the glasses on me, and then steps back half a step. The eyes are staring at me so quietly, and suddenly falling silent.

Now I have a new look. I am wearing a dark, light striped suit, poise with dash. Because I used to make a living in that dark place, there is inevitably some light evil spirit. But a pair of glasses has completely blocked my original trace of evil spirit. On the contrary, it is more elegant. And inside the shirt deliberately untied the top two buttons, dimly emitting a trace of uninhibited breath.

I look at myself in the mirror and also shocked.

If not for my eyes can't hide the sharp just like this age's young man, not mature enough, not constraint enough, not for my short hair and slightly reserved manners, I would almost have thought the guy in the mirror is the so-called business elite

Nanny Fang has been completely stunned, and her wonderful eyes are getting wet, as if with tears. I pretend not to see it, just fake a hard cough.

She is suddenly woken up, turns her head, and hurries to the bathroom.to cover up.

The sales lady next to me looks at me curiously. I give her a wry smile. She asks, ”Do you need anything else?”

I shake my head and smile and say, ”Please take away all those clothes I have just changed.” Standing in front of the mirror, I touch my chin, raise my arms, turn to her and ask, ”What do you think?”

When I finish saying, I laugh in my heart. I must be silly to ask the sales. How can she say anything bad to her client?

”This is very suitable for you to wear.” Her smile is professional and her tone is sincere: ”To be honest, you're in good shape. You're a natural clothes rack. It's very suitable for wearing this kind of tailor-made clothes.”

Then she asks, ”Do you have our membership card? Pay by credit card or cash?”

I glance at the price on the corner, and see only a long string of zero. With a deep sigh in my heart, I try to keep my face as quiet as possible, and in a tone of understatement, I say, ”Wait till the lady comes back.”

After that, I perceive a strange ambiguity in the eyes of the salesgirl. I guess I can know what she thinks.

She probably thought that Nanny Fang is a rich woman, and I am her gigolo.