Son-In-Law Is A Playboy

In the past, when he was poor, every time he passed by those branded shops in the mall, he would stick his head in and look around.    

    

What made me especially angry was that many of the clerks looked at me with contempt.    

    

Damn it, I won't steal nor steal. I'm happy that I'm a farmer and I'm obstructing them. If our ancestors were farmers, then what right do they have to look down on people of the ancestral rank?    

    

Cough cough, what's more, isn't the clothes being displayed just for viewing?    

    

Another time I was angrier, and when I saw a dress that looked so good I couldn't help walking in, and I walked in front of her, the clerk came after me with a mop and mopped the floor, staring at me with an angry look in her eyes.    

    

Feeling depressed, I immediately lifted my hand to touch my clothes. A very eye-catching handprint was left on the clothes. After that, I quickly turned around and left the store.    

    

I did it on purpose.    

    

F * ck, who asked her to look down on someone?    

    

At this moment, I once again felt the gaze that looked down on me, and immediately became livid. "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen Barefoot Immortal?!"    

    

Her expression suddenly changed, not daring to get angry as she said, "Why don't you go over to another house and take a look, this is an international brand specialty store."    

    

When she said the latter half of the sentence, she deliberately emphasized on that part.    

    

The heck, this little girl really looks down on people. This father has been in the upper class for so long, and even Dio doesn't know about it.    

    

"What, customers come knocking, yet you still want to kick them out?"    

    

I suddenly kicked a chair in the store. Aiya … My feet hurt, so excited that I forgot I wasn't wearing shoes.    

    

At this moment, a woman in her thirties walked over. She was dressed very stylishly, but her appearance was ordinary. Her makeup was very thick, and she wore a formal attire. On the right side of her clothes, there was a work card with the word 'Manager' written on it.    

    

"What's wrong?"    

    

The employee looked at me with disdain. "This guy is looking for trouble."    

    

The shop manager looked me up and down and frowned. "Sir, please leave quickly, or I will call the security guards."    

    

"What's wrong? Is this how Dior's specialty store treats their customers?"    

    

I purposely shouted out with my loud voice. Immediately, people surrounded us and looked at us curiously.    

    

"You want to buy shoes?"    

    

"Nonsense!" Didn't you see that I'm barefoot? "    

    

I put my foot in front of them and even purposely raised it very high, shaking it in front of them to let them smell my invincible big foot.    

    

They quickly took a step back and simultaneously lifted their hands to cover their noses.    

    

Laughter rang out from outside. These days, people loved to watch the commotion, especially in public. In just a short while, it had already been filled to the brim.    

    

The shop manager frowned and turned to look at the shop assistant, "What is going on?"    

    

"I'll tell you."    

    

The employee was about to say something when I interrupted her. I pointed to the chair on the floor and continued, "Move that chair over here for me. If the guests want to try on your shoes, this is how you serve them. Do you believe that I will call over a dozen men to greet you?"    

    

I look very arrogant.    

    

F * cking hell, I want to give them a deep lesson and let them realize a very fundamental problem: What's wrong with the brand name store? In the end, it's just a shoe seller.    

    

The head storekeeper's frown deepened as she gave the shop assistant a look. The latter reluctantly pulled up a chair and placed it in front of me.    

    

"That's more like it. To think that what you're doing is an international brand and customers are all gods. Don't you know this principle?"    

    

I sat down on a chair and crossed my legs.    

    

"Sir, a kind reminder. The shoes here are all very expensive …"    

    

Before the shop manager could finish her sentence, I interrupted her, "How did you become a shop manager?" Why are you all talking nonsense? I can read, and I know the word 'Dio'. What do you all mean by putting so much emphasis on the price? "Oh, you see me dressed like a beggar, so you're hinting at me that Dio shoes are too expensive for me to afford."    

    

A look of embarrassment crossed her face as she hurriedly explained, "We didn't mean that."    

    

I pointed at them and said angrily, "None of you are good enough to set up stalls. The customers they set up are all smiling and welcoming, and when I look at you again, I don't smile at all, as if I owe you a lot of money. I'm here to buy shoes, not to see your faces.    

    

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know what happened just now."    

    

The shop manager hurriedly apologized, then turned around and reprimanded the shop assistant, "Hurry up and apologize to the customer."    

    

The employee reluctantly apologized.    

    

Tch!    

    

I glanced at her.    

    

She hurriedly apologized again, saying a few words of apology.    

    

I turned my head to look at the crowd outside the store. Seeing that they were taking photos with their phones, I hastily said, "Everyone, I'm not looking for trouble for no reason. I'm here to buy my shoes.    

    

The surrounding crowd immediately had an understanding look on their faces.    

    

"Sir, what kind of shoes do you want?"    

    

"Bring me some sports loafers."    

    

The shop manager himself went to the container to get my shoes.    

    

Soon she brought me a few pairs of shoes and a pair of socks.    

    

"Sir, you have mud on your feet. Wear your socks and try them on."    

    

"Alright."    

    

As long as the other side has reason, I am quite easy to talk to.    

    

I put on my socks and tried them on. Both of them fit me quite well. Smiling, I said, "Manager, your eyesight is quite good. I didn't tell you the size, but the ones you gave me were actually quite suitable."    

    

"Thank you for your praise, sir. Are you satisfied with your shoes?"    

    

"Just this pair of black ones."    

    

I didn't take it off again. I stood up and took two steps.    

    

"Are you swiping the card or in cash?"    

    

"Of course it's to swipe my card. Do I look like I'm carrying that much cash with me? "In the future, don't ask such idiotic questions. People will underestimate your IQ."    

    

After I finished speaking, I handed her a golden bank card.    

    

A gold card was without a doubt a symbol of wealth and status.    

    

Her eyes lit up as she hurriedly took my card and passed it to the employee. With a bright smile on her face, she apologized again, "Sir, I'm really sorry. We have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. I hope you do not take it to heart."    

    

"Even if it's just an ordinary commoner, it's not against the law for others to look at your things. You can't look at others with contempt."    

    

"That's right, you're right. We changed it out of humility."    

    

At this time, a man's voice came from the crowd: "He is Lin Yang."    

    

"That Lin Yang who gave the migrant workers their wages and prevented the case from being solved?"    

    

"Yes, that's right, that's him. He even said that anyone who has trouble that they can't handle can find him."    

    

There was a constant murmur from the crowd.    

    

Holy shit, how come they all know who I am?    

    

Oh. I almost forgot, Old Lin is famous now, no wonder, hehe.    

    

"So you are Mister Lin."    

    

Joy appeared in the shop manager's eyes. He happily turned to the employee and said, "Give Mr. Lin 50% discount."    

    

"Aiyo, thank you, thank you. I was just excited, don't take it to heart."    

    

No matter what they said, it was already impressive if they gave him a fifty percent discount. That pair of shoes would at least cost around eight thousand yuan, which was a discount of four thousand yuan. Old Lin's reputation was getting hotter and hotter.    

    

"Please give me an autograph." The manager smiled.    

    

"No problem."    

    

Since the other party gave him a discount and signed his name, it didn't matter anymore.    

    

She handed me a pen, and I felt a little proud of myself. Once upon a time, I became famous.    

    

"Sign where?"    

    

I looked at her curiously. She didn't have a book in her hands.    

    

She quickly took out a pair of shoes and said with a bit of excitement, "The signed shoes are definitely valuable."    

    

I was speechless and immediately rejected her.    

    

"No, I'm stepping on Lin Yang, what the hell is going on?"    

    

She giggled, then blinked at me and puffed out her proud breasts. "Then sign on my chest. This will do, won't it?"    

    

Damn, she was giving it her all.    

    

She was right, this place is fine, pink and tender has always been brother's favorite, we will have this, hehe.    

    

I nodded at her and reluctantly said, "Alright then."    

    

The next second.    

    

She started taking off her clothes, maybe she was going to take them off and let me write.    

    

But when she opened her coat, she stopped taking it off, opened it with both hands, and held her chest out to me again. "Mr. Lin, this coat is a work jacket, please sign my shirt."    

    

I leaned close to her ear and teased in a low voice, "Continue to take it off. It's so good for me to sign your bra."    

    

She quickly nodded. "That's fine too."    

    

"Huh?"    

    

Big Bro was talking about playing, but she took it seriously.    

    

I pressed her hand down. "I'm kidding. Don't take it seriously."    

    

My writing is a little ugly, so in order to write properly, I always write very seriously. Moreover, I also have a habit of writing with my left hand where I want to write, if not the writing will be even uglier.    

    

Thus, I bent down and placed my left hand on the little girl's breast. My right hand was writing very seriously. My head was still very close to hers, and I had a very serious expression on it.    

    

Cluck, cluck …    

    

The little girl burst into laughter.    

    

"What are you laughing at?"    

    

I didn't even raise my head to ask and at the same time, my left hand subconsciously clawed at her body. I really didn't want to say that this woman looked ordinary. Her hands felt pretty good. She was quite soft and plump.    

    

"When you write, you make my chest itch."    

    

Not only did she not show any signs of anger, she was also very happy. On second thought, with her looks, it was her luck that she was willing to touch her breasts.    

    

However, her words left me speechless.    

    

What the heck are you talking about? What did I do to her chest that made it itch? It was as if I had taken advantage of her.    

    

I clench my fist tightly. There were actually no wrinkles left on his clothes. He quickly wrote and comforted her, "Bear with it. I'm almost done writing."    

    

She nodded.    

    

What a beautiful signature, if the beautiful girl always asked me to sign it, I wouldn't feel tired even if I signed it for a whole day.    

    

When I finished writing the last word, I straightened up and handed her the pen. I looked at the two large words on her chest with satisfaction and smacked my lips. "These are the most beautiful words I've had in years."    

    

She happily lowered her head to take a look, then started to tidy up her clothes.    

    

After that, I took the card from the clerk. Seeing that she seemed to want to say something, I immediately smiled. "You want to sign too?"    

    

She nodded quickly, a little embarrassed.    

    

"Where?"    

    

I thought to myself, don't tell me I have to sign my name as well.    

    

Her face lit up as she took out a white sun hat and pointed to the brim.    

    

I signed her name, it seems I was being sentimental.    

    

Following that, the crowd started to rush into the store, all asking for my autograph and begging for my help. All in all, it was just begging for all kinds of things.    

    

I felt a sudden headache as I tried to deal with them, pushing my way out.    

    

A few minutes later.    

    

I finally managed to squeeze through the crowd. I looked back and saw that there were still people chasing me.    

    

One word, run.    

    

However, just as I turned my head around, I bumped into someone else. The other party was fine, but I almost fell to the ground. I steadied my body and looked forward. I was stunned.