Dressed as a petite jerk

At that time, he thought, this sister is so beautiful.

He vowed to give all his good things to his younger sister and pamper her for the rest of his life.

He even gave his younger sister a nickname in his heart—namely Coco.

Lovely love Coco.

But soon, some Taoist priests said that this younger sister was a catastrophe, she had a grudge against their family in her previous life, and she came to their family to collect debts.

Then this little sister who had only met once was not even put on the new clothes brought by her elder brother, but was wrapped in a bloody quilt and stuffed into the arms of her country uncle who came to visit her mother...

More than ten years later, he saw this sister again.

She was wearing an old but neat dress, and timidly called him "third brother".

He also wanted to agree.

But the little princess Luo Meilu, whom everyone dotes on, said: "Where did you come from, that poor girl is so dirty..."

He didn't like her...

It was at this moment that his heart ached.

It turned out that he had long since betrayed the oath he made to Luo Qing...

Thinking of this, his interest in going shopping with Luo Meilu also halved, and he added: "Or, I will go back with my second brother?"

"Third brother!!" Luo Meilu looked at Luo Tianyu in surprise.

Before Luo Tianyu could speak, she said angrily: "Go back, go back, you all go back!"

"Do you think I really care about you shopping with me?"

"I don't want to talk to you anymore! Hmph!"

Turning around, he grabbed Luo Tianlang's hand: "Fifth brother, let's go!"

Stepped directly into another elevator, and kept poking at the key.

She thought that Luo Tianfan and Luo Tianyu would catch up.

But after the elevator door closed, Luo Tianfan and Luo Tianyu just stared at the jumping numbers and didn't move.

It took a while for Luo Tianfan to say, "I'll go back and find Big Brother."

After a pause, he said again: "Fifth Brother doesn't have much money, you should go and help Meilu pay the bill."

Luo Tianyu hesitated for a moment, Luo Tianfan had already walked away.

He could only wait for the next elevator to find Luo Meilu.

But he wasn't sure which floor Luo Meilu was on, so he just chose a floor at random, walked out, and saw Luo Qingci pushing Mo Jiuqin into a men's clothing store, and he couldn't help following him...

"This shirt suits you quite well, do you want to try it?"

Hiding behind a row of clothes, Luo Tianyu saw Luo Qingci holding a shirt and gesturing on Mo Jiuqin's body.

He remembered again that in the past few years, although he had always disliked Luo Qingci as a native girl who came back from the countryside, but because he was ridiculed for his outfit for a certain celebration, this native girl went to learn how to dress without sleeping or eating.

It really taught her a lesson.

I have to say that she has a very good eye.

Although she is not a professional clothing matcher, the clothes she matched made him stand out among the stars time and time again, so that he completely reversed his shortcomings of poor clothing quality...

Looking at Luo Qingci now happily matching clothes for Mo Jiuqin, Luo Tianyu felt a sour feeling in his heart...

He gritted his teeth and said secretly: It's just a piece of clothing!

Who is Mo Jiuqin?

The ruler of the Mo family!

The clothes must also be custom made at home.

He definitely wouldn't like Luo Qingci's casual collocation.

It will definitely be like he did before, coldly saying that it is very ordinary...

——Luo Tianyu just finished being sour, but heard Mo Jiuqin say: "Qingqing has a good eye, this shirt is the style I like."

When the legs were not paralyzed, didn't those people all cry and call him an ascetic male god?

But in fact, he just likes white shirts.

Because as long as there is something else on the white shirt, it will be so eye-catching!

For example, during the special period when the Mohists were fighting for power, he was chased and killed by his uncles abroad, and he cut the necks of those people with knives, or stabbed them in the heart.

Their blood splattered on the white shirt, and the patterns drawn by death, what a fascinating work it is...