"What are you going to do?"
"Didn't I say before that I would take you to watch a football game? My team will have a game in a few days, the one named after you."
"Oh ok."
"Also, I have a few classmates at MIT who helped me solve the hacker attack before. I'll treat them to a meal and introduce you to them."
So, the next morning, Wen Qiao looked at the clothes in the closet and fell into deep thought. As someone who had been in a relationship for a year, she understood that this was a very important occasion and it was not appropriate to wear a T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. She had to take it seriously.
She called Lu Youyou and told her that she was going to New York with Fu Nanli to meet his classmates.
Lu Youyou screamed again on the other end of the phone: "My favorite part of a relationship is meeting your lover's friends. It means he really values you. Qiao Qiao, you have to wear a skirt. You must wear a skirt. Do you need me to help you put on makeup?"
"No, I'll just put on some BB cream and lipstick."
"That's right. Your face is stunning even without makeup. Just do something casually."
Wen Qiao remembered Lu Youyou's instructions and insisted on wearing a skirt, so she chose a skirt.
Fifteen minutes later, Fu Nanli was buttoning his shirt at the stairs on the second floor. When he saw Wen Qiao walk in with a small suitcase, he reached out and pressed his temple.
Wen Qiao was wearing a JK uniform, a white shirt, a thin bow tie in ochre and royal blue, a high-waisted pleated skirt, a pair of long, straight and slender legs, knee-high socks, small leather shoes, and her long hair was loose.
She also put on makeup and lipstick, and it was obvious that she had put some effort into dressing up.
A real little fairy.
Fu Nanli buttoned his sleeves as he walked downstairs and held her hand.
"I'll make a phone call and change my clothes, okay?"
Wen Qiao looked down at herself: "Isn't this dress nice?"
Fu Nanli thought, what would not look good on you? But she was wearing a uniform similar to this school uniform, and his classmates would definitely tease him even more mercilessly for being an old cow eating young grass.
None of those people would hold back.
"nice."
"Then why change it?"
Fu Nanli sat on the sofa, leaning his long arms on the back of the chair, pressing his temples, squinting at her: "When you wear this uniform, I will look more like a bad uncle who kidnaps little girls."
M people can't tell the age of Oriental people. If she is dressed like this and stands next to him, what if the M customs officer asks "Are you father and daughter?" How embarrassed would he be
Wen Qiao tugged at his tie: "Ah? Really? I don't look childish."
Only cute girls like Chunxiao and Fangduo would be thought to be underage.
About twenty minutes later, Fu Nanli's chief secretary, Miss Fiona, led several sales clerks from the mall to his apartment.
Fu Nanli walked up to Fiona and said in a low voice, "Pick out a few sets of clothes for her that will make her look like she is not much older than me."
Fiona's professional smile is impeccable: "Mr. Fu, you look not much older than Miss Wen. I will choose a few sets of clothes that Miss Wen can wear for formal occasions."
As a top student from the University of California, with high IQ and EQ, he naturally knows what his boss wants to hear.
Fu Nanli raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Well, you choose."
Within two days, Fiona received a notice of promotion and salary increase.
Fiona picked out several expensive, high-end brand dresses for Wen Qiao. They were beautiful and elegant. As for her age, she didn’t look any older, but at least she didn’t look like a high school student anymore.
(End of this chapter)