The God of War

But the man still mustered up his courage: "I'm sorry, sir, if you are not satisfied with us, you can write your own opinion."

Wang Luo looked down at his watch, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to wait long for Fang Xiaoyun to come back, and he didn't want to talk to these people more.

"Wait a minute, Miss Fang, I think you know what to do."

"Ahh This..."Now Fang Xiaoyun's reputation is already very difficult to hear, if he helps Fang Xiaoyun to do styling now, I am afraid it will have a very bad impact.

"I'm sorry sir, forgive me..."

Before he could say a complete sentence, he was directly intimidated by Wang Luo's gaze, and stayed in place and didn't dare to move.

Looking at this group of ants, Wang Luo sneered, a group of people who had never seen the world and only cared about the small profits in front of them.

What qualifications are there to speak with him.

The eyes are all praises for them!

Wang Luo groped in his pocket, and the people around him were holding their breath and didn't dare to speak, they weren't sure what Wang Luo would come up with.

"That's enough, right?" Wang Luo held a small black card between his fingers.

The large gilded characters on it, as well as the small chips, all reveal luxury. When the stylist on the opposite side saw what Wang Luo was doing, he didn't dare to speak.

It's not just a card, it's a status symbol.

"It's... "It's

good to know what to do." Wang Luo said coldly, and walked out to wait for Fang Xiaoyun to come back.

That small card was given to him by Bai Yu who was not at ease, and it was too troublesome, but he didn't expect it to come in handy in such a place.

Of course, there was a better way to teach them, but time was pressing, and Fang Xiaoyun couldn't see any clues, so it had to be like this.

Seeing that Wang Luo was still standing obediently in the same place, Xiaoyun relieved his heart, although this foolish husband knew how to protect his shortcomings, but he didn't seem to be very bright.

"Here you go, let's go."

"Yunyun still has to do styling!"

Hearing the nickname in Wang Luo's mouth, Fang Xiaoyun instantly blushed, although he was in the workplace, it was the first time that he was called by a man so gently.

"You... Don't scream..."

The people inside saw that the opportunity was suitable and hurried out, although they didn't know what Wang Luo's identity was, but when they saw this, they knew that it was not easy to mess with at all.

Not to mention them, no one here can compare to Wang Luo's strength.

"Miss Fang, please come in, please come in..."

Looking at their flattering faces, Fang Xiaoyun was very confused, even if he hadn't enjoyed this kind of treatment before.

How could this group of people who watched people put down dishes suddenly be so enthusiastic.

"Let's go in quickly, I'm so tired, I need to go in and rest."

Seeing Wang Luo smiling and baring his big white teeth, and kept pulling himself inside, Fang Xiaoyun couldn't help but follow.

The stylist inside didn't dare to snub the two of them at all, and tried their best to design Fang Xiaoyun's style. Fang Xiaoyun, who still had a little doubt, was also carried away by these people's excessive enthusiasm.

"Did you get what I wanted?"

A lazy and sharp voice came, and Wang Luo frowned slightly and did not look up.

"We've been ready for what you want." One of the stylists hurriedly trotted over and held the woman up.

The woman was not polite, she sat directly in the middle of the main sofa and cocked her feet, and the stylist was also very discerning and half-knelt on the ground to help the woman change her shoes.

"How's that, is it pretty?" Fang Xiaoyun came out of the fitting room as if he was a different person.

The former Fang Xiaoyun was already amazing enough, and after being carefully dressed up, Fang Xiaoyun was even more exciting.

The exposed skin was like congealed cream, and everyone present couldn't take their eyes off it. Wang Luo nodded appreciatively, and Fang Xiaoyun lowered his head shyly.

"Fang Xiaoyun?" The woman next to her shouted in surprise.

"It's really you, I didn't expect to see you. I thought you'd hide and dare to hang out.

"What do you serve now?" I'm afraid you don't want to drive it down, do you? I'm allergic to this kind of lowly air..."The

woman's words were very mean, and she didn't show any mercy at all. Fang Xiaoyun, who was originally full of joy, also lost his smile in an instant.

The stylist looked sad, and also prayed silently for the woman, hoping that Wang Luo would not worry about a woman, otherwise...

Wang Luo squinted his eyes and looked at the shouting woman, who didn't notice just now, it turned out that she had a dog mouth and could only bark.

Noticing Wang Luo's gaze, the woman raised her head even more proudly. Disturb.

"I thought I heard a dog barking, but I heard it wrong, it was a chicken barking."

Wang Luo looked the woman up and down and commented, originally thought that Wang Luo was fascinated by himself, but who knew that it was humiliation.

"What do you say! You actually said that about me, do you know that woman is a pheasant, sleeping with a homeless man..."The

woman stopped talking halfway through, but looked at Wang Luo in a circle.

"So you're the bum! Ha ha...... You're a good match... A pheasant is blind and the other is blind, and they don't dislike each other..."

I didn't recognize Wang Luo at first, and I didn't wonder that woman, Wang Luo on the video was gray-headed and looked very obscene. Zodiac, and now Wang Luo, who has been cleaned up, also seems to be very energetic.

When the woman saw that Wang Luo's aura was extraordinary, she thought it was something at first. Unexpectedly, it was the sloppy homeless man, and the woman felt a little regretful.

Seeing that Wang Luo's air pressure was wrong, Fang Xiaoyun stepped forward and held his hand in advance, signaling not to cause more trouble.

Wang Luo sighed deeply and suppressed his anger.

He knew very well what Fang Xiaoyun was planning, and he didn't want to destroy Fang Xiaoyun's own plan.

"That dress, I want!"

Seeing that Wang Luo and the two were no longer silent, they were afraid of each other, and became even more unscrupulous.

"But... Miss Zhang... Our dresses here are one-of-a-kind and custom-made... You didn't book this one...," explains the stylist.

"What are you afraid of, will I not give you money? In that case, I want it. The woman proudly took out a card and showed it off.

"This..."

Wang Luo on one side, and powerful people on the other, can't be provoked. The gods fought but provoked themselves, and they couldn't refuse, and the stylist was very troubled.

However, for Wang Luo, this is not a fight between immortals at all.

It's just that I don't know the sky. The little girl with a thick ground shouted in front of her, not knowing how dangerous her actions were.

"Can't you hear me? Why don't you take it off quickly? You don't really think that if you try on this dress, it really belongs to you.

Seeing that Fang Xiaoyun didn't react, the woman actually started directly and tore at Fang Xiaoyun. Pull. Pull.

Wang Luo finally couldn't bear it anymore, even if Fang Xiaoyun retreated, he wouldn't agree!