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be someone's doing.Xu Nu said, "Fei Mo arrived too late to save the damsel in distress."The last time in Casablanca was also a bit too late. This time it’s still too late. Why is everything so inoppor...918

Sir Mo and Xiao Bai were both clever and adaptable people. With a flick of his wrist, he lamented with frustration, "Ever since I found out you're a fashion designer, I've felt immense pressure regarding my appearance, worrying that it wouldn't suit your tastes and make you dislike me. So, I had Xiao Bai help me select clothes to match my style, which is why there's been some improvement. You know he's an international star and very knowledgeable about dressing well. Otherwise, I'd just be a country bumpkin from the countryside."

Gu Babu suddenly smiled, sending chills down Mo Morning’s spine. Oh god, damn it, was this woman really naive or just pretending to be Her smile was somewhat creepy...

"Mo Morning, since I met you, you've changed clothes three times, ah four times for cufflinks, twice for watches, once for a necklace, and your shoes are always spotless. Your clothes are pressed neatly, the cufflinks and watches perfectly matched. Even your cufflinks differ between day and night to add an air of nobility. A man so meticulous must be a perfectionist who pays great attention to his appearance. Moreover... one time I accidentally entered the wrong room and saw the jewelry and cufflinks on your dressing table. I don't think you lack in styling clothes; rather, I believe you have excellent taste." Gu Babu said with a smile. Though she had shallow impressions of people, she had an innate memory for details about clothing.

Gu Babu paused before smiling again and saying, "A person's style is unique, so when dressing others, they naturally follow their own style. You mentioned that Xiao Bai helped you pick out clothes, but did you not notice that your style differs from his"

Morning had been meticulous since the start; she could see that his taste was distinctive and different from Xiao Bai’s flamboyant style, leaning more towards elegance.

Morning was thoroughly defeated.

He gave up trying to discuss this professional topic with Gu Babu. She seemed clueless about everything else but had an astonishing memory for such details. How could she recall that he changed clothes so many times

Damn it, truly killing him. To those who didn't know her nature, they might think she was a spy from another country with such keen observation skills.

"Gu Babu, I must seriously tell you something." Mo Morning took a deep breath as Gu Babu waited for his conclusion. He breathed deeply again and said, "Can you occasionally pretend to be dumb"

"What's pretending to be dumb" asked Gu Babu.

In Mo Morning’s mind, he imagined Gu Babu listening to his pitiful words with a maternal expression on her face, patting his head with sympathy and saying, "Come here, child, let mommy help you pick clothes."

Suddenly shivering, he looked at the smiling Gu Babu in front of him and felt that this was how she should be.

Fortunately, this cliché scene didn't happen; otherwise, he would’ve shocked himself into paralysis.

Mò Chén covered his face. Damn it, he quickly went through the ways of pursuing women that several strategists had taught him, but found none suitable for Gù Bāo'Bao; even trying to evoke sympathy wouldn't work. What else could possibly work

Nothing.

A woman like this isn’t meant to be pursued by men; she’s too hard to win over.

"Bāo'bāo, you’re really unlovable," Mò Chén sighed. Gù Bāo'Bao pursed her lips, looking extremely cute. "That's nonsense, Mu Mu said I’m very lovable."

Mò Chén: “…”

He finally understood that Gù Bāo'Bao was like a placid pool of water; no matter who tried to stir it up, there would be no ripples. That's why she could speak so frankly with him and tell the truth to everyone else without reservation.

Sadly, she didn’t fear hurting them because she simply didn't care.

With all of them here, he just couldn’t bear returning home empty-handed. Mò Chén decided to forgo his strategic advisors; none of the methods they taught him would work on Gù Bāo'Bao anyway, as she wasn’t like Mò Yáo or Wú Shuāng or even Nuǎn'n or Xǔ Nuò.

Mò Chén's character was such that he never gave up easily.

He grabbed Gù Bāo'Bao’s hand and forcefully said, "Bāo'bāo, let me be clear: I want you to buy clothes for me. Whether you like it or not, we’re going shopping today."

Holding onto the bag with her evening gown, he pulled Gù Bāo'Bao along decisively towards the men's clothing section of the fashion street.

How could one make such an emotionless woman remember him quickly

It was actually quite simple:

Just eight words.

To bully and pester relentlessly.

Moxing thought to himself, "I won’t believe I can't win you over."

Gu Baobao was displeased. She sat on the sofa with a stern face while waiting for Moxing to try on clothes. The clothing store had been booked for an hour, and six staff members were dedicated to serving them. As important guests, they naturally received top-tier service.

However, everyone in the store curiously watched as Gu Baobao sat expressionlessly by the side. This couple who initially appeared like a pair of lovers seemed strange—one was very excited while the other was sulking.

Moxing chose one of this brand's most classic styles. In fact, he already owned a set at home with only slight color differences. Gu Baobao glanced at Moxing and lowered her head to read a magazine without wanting to look at him.

She was angry.

Moxing wasn't unaware that his beloved woman was upset; he smiled as he approached and joked with Gu Baobao, "Baby, how do you like this outfit"

Gu Baobao turned her head away. Moxing patiently moved to the other side and asked, "Not good-looking"

Gu Baobao turned back around as if they were playing a game. Everyone watched curiously as the handsome young man tried to appease his sulking woman, creating a scene that appeared particularly sweet and affectionate.

Everyone thought Moxing had an unusually good temper.

In truth, Gu Baobao wasn't extremely angry; she just disliked Moxing's strong attitude. Not asking for her opinion before coming over annoyed her, but her anger didn’t last long after hearing him talk to her so much. She basically no longer felt upset. Her ignoring Moxing was because his taste required no further advice from her as he could well pair clothes himself whether she spoke or not.

Moxing called Mo Bai in the fitting room. Today, all the men at home were playing golf. Moxing wouldn’t be shy talking to Mo Bai; they had even discussed how to charm girls together before.

What Moxing didn't know was that Mo Bai was like a loudspeaker who would broadcast everything for everyone to hear.

Afther hearing all about what happened between Moxing and Gu Baobao, the others couldn’t help but laugh. Knowing how public Mo Bai's "broadcast" had been, Moxing angrily asked him how he appeased Gu Baobao. Mo Bai and Ye Fei Mo, among others, gave him several mischievous suggestions for dealing with women—men should be straightforward...

Baiye leaned over and said with a smile, "Mo Chen, you really are stupid. The baby is a designer; if you dress like a bumpkin in front of her, she will definitely drag you to be transformed without question."

Ye Ningyuan burst out laughing and asked Baiye, "Baiye, you seem quite experienced."

Baiye smiled but didn't say anything. Mo Chen decisively hung up the phone; he took a set of bizarrely mismatched casual wear with strong contrasting colors. Their group's tall and handsome members looked great in suits of any color, but they could only randomly pair them to achieve contrast.

Recently newly popular clashed-color series included all sorts of bright hues, even men’s clothing had such options. If paired well, it would look quite good; if not, it would be very tacky. Mo Chen took a dark green shirt and brown pants. When he put them on and looked in the mirror, his eyes nearly popped out, as they were truly unsightly. No matter how great a model was, wearing clothes incorrectly could turn them into duds.

Feeling that it was enough, Mo Chen walked over to Gu Babu with a smile and asked, "Babu, how about this set Is it cool"

Groaning, Gu Babu looked him up and down and felt he was mentally ill. Seeing some expression on Gu Babu’s face, Mo Chen became even more insistent, pretending not to notice her displeasure as he said with a smile, "Then we’ll buy this set. It's Babu who picked it."

The corner of Gu Babu’s mouth twitched; Mo Chen thought to himself that he did not believe she could resist him no matter how much he tried. He then changed into four sets of strangely mismatched clothes and finally settled on a suit style for middle-aged men, wearing them out in front of Gu Babu.

The sales staff saw this handsome guy come out each time dressed like a circus performer to make his girlfriend happy. One was full of joy while the other had no expression, which was quite amusing.

One person said, "The Second Young Master Mo is trying to please his girlfriend by dressing up like that."

Seeing Gu Babu didn’t speak, Mo Chen got someone to pack the clothes and bought them. Finally, when he came out wearing an old-fashioned suit, he asked for it to be packed again. Unable to bear this, Gu Babu stood up and told the sales staff she didn't want that set.

"Do you really have a problem with your taste" Gu Babu said automatically, pulling Mo Chen along to pick clothes as she couldn’t take his anymore. Mo Chen was overjoyed in his heart—Uncle Baiye was indeed the most powerful.

“Why don't you try this set” Gu Babu handed him a light purple suit and went to help pick out a tie for him. Mo Chen shamelessly leaned forward, smiling as he asked, "Are you finally willing to buy me clothes"

Groaning at him, Gu Babu said, “Go try them on."

"As ordered!” Mo Chen laughed and went into the fitting room happily. Gu Babu was very quick; during Mo Chen’s trial of clothing, she had already selected a tie and cufflinks for him, even two sets of clothes.hot backward, pulling the trigger before those four agents could shoot.Those four special agents never understood why he had such an terrifying counterattack even when seriously injured. Perhaps that...