Wesley finished his breakfast and hurriedly left with the note written by Black Widow. The gazes of his family were too strange for him to bear, so he could only go shopping for clothes first. He did not read what was written on the note and drove to a large shopping mall nearby. You can buy everything here. There must be no problem coming here.
After parking the car, Wesley took the elevator upstairs and went to the ladies-only floor. It was said that women's money was easy to earn, and every mall had women-only floors. Only then did he look at the note.
The size of the underwear. Wesley frowned. It was a big size. He was prepared for that, but he had specified the brand. Okay, Wesley shook his head and began to search helplessly. He hoped there would be a brand here. After all, he was a man and he had to have some manners.
A man was holding a note and searching the ladies-only floor. It was very strange. From time to time, people passed by him and gave him strange looks. Wesley felt lucky that Mindy had wanted to come with him and had refused. Otherwise, she would have been more easily misunderstood.
It wasn't easy to find the place. It seemed to be a high-end brand. There weren't many people inside. After all, it was morning, and there were two or three women shopping here and there, and they would compare them on their bodies from time to time. But Wesley's arrival made them feel restrained.
The handsome Wesley was very eye-catching. The salespeople and customers were all women, and handsome men were very lethal to them. It was inevitable that they would steal a glance.
"Please help me get a set of underwear in this size," Wesley said as he handed over the note.
"Okay, sir. There are almost no men who buy underwear for their girlfriends these days. You are so considerate." The salesperson said with a smile. What could Wesley say? My colleague's operation failed, his clothes were lost, and his underwear was dirty?
He only hoped that it would be faster now. Otherwise, standing here made him uncomfortable. "Sir, what style and color do you need? This is our latest style. Your girlfriend will be sexy and charming in it."
Wesley looked at the design the salesperson had pointed out. It was completely made up of two pieces of cloth and a few ropes. The corners of his mouth twitched. If he bought this back, his reputation would be ruined.
"I'm sorry, I have to be conservative, thank you," Wesley said with a forced smile. His words stunned the salesperson, then she gave him a strange look and turned to leave. Wesley felt wronged. He should have thrown the woman to Tony Stark last night. There were many people who could use that guy. He didn't have to buy women's underwear himself.
Wesley decided at this moment that he wanted to be a rich man, a real rich man, a rich man who could have many people to do things for him. In this women's lingerie store, a person evolved, and Wesley evolved from a nouveau riche to a real rich man. Of course, he would not tell anyone about this because it was too embarrassing.
Thinking about Tony Stark, every time after a crazy night with those cover girls and beautiful reporters, the follow-up was handed over to Miss Pepe Potts, and then there was no need for him to worry about anything. Wesley was now very envious of Tony Stark. He was a real tycoon, and he was like a nouveau riche. His family had no bodyguards, and he had no assistant. He had to do everything himself.
The salesperson brought over another set of underwear, a traditional style. Wesley hurriedly nodded in agreement, then paid for the shopping bag and left. However, he neglected one problem at a time. There was a dedicated logo on the shopping bag.
A man was holding a shopping bag from the women's lingerie store and looking around the women's exclusive store floor, his strange eyes constantly shining on him. Wesley still needed to buy a coat now, and there was actually a sign on it, which made him a little crazy. He might as well go shopping and buy some.
After finally finding a spot, Wesley hurriedly handed over the note. The salesperson here saw the bag in Wesley's hand at a glance. "Sir, do you need X-ray vision? Look at the women's underwear brand you bought. This is a high-end brand. If it's X-ray vision, it can show your girlfriend's charm."
Wesley spat out a mouthful of old blood when he heard this, and then…
"Cough, cough… No need. Just give me a random set. The style must not be unconventional and the speed must be very fast. Go now, or I will file a complaint against you," Wesley said in exasperation.
The salesperson was shocked and hurriedly chose an ordinary-looking suit according to its size. She packed it up and handed it directly to Wesley. It was really fast. Wesley swiped his card and paid, then turned around and left. As he walked, he stuffed the underwear shopping bag in.
Then he looked at it again, but he was still not satisfied. He rolled the shopping bag into a ball, tucked it under his arm, and walked quickly to the place where shoes were sold. The shoes naturally had a brand, and he had already completed two steps. Wesley was not short of a final shiver. Once he found the location and handed over the note, no one would look at him strangely or introduce strange new products when he bought shoes, right?
"Sir, I don't know what kind of foot shape your girlfriend has. It's summer now, when the formal ladies show their beauty. If the foot shape is beautiful, you can choose our new sandals…"
Wesley was about to explode. He did not wait for the other party to finish speaking and quickly stopped him. "Take any pair and give it to me immediately, or I will file a complaint against you." Wesley used his trump card again, and the salesperson was stunned. Only then did she carefully observe the handsome man. He was wearing a designer casual suit and had something under his arm. Although he looked very handsome, he was a little dispirited.
"Yes, sir." The salesperson didn't dare to ask any more questions. She took a pair of shoes according to the size and handed them to him. Wesley paid and ran away in a hurry.
Wesley heaved a sigh of relief when he returned to the car. He was really looking for trouble. After being looked at like a monster for nearly an hour, he was very dispirited, even more so than when Apple used too much energy.
"Apple, help me become a real tycoon. I don't want to enjoy this treatment anymore. Everything looks to Tony."
"You don't have to go that far, do you? It's so tiring to buy a woman's costume. I can't even adjust your mind," Apple said strangely. It was still a computer, even if it used Wesley's thinking mode.
"If you know why, then you are a real smart person. Work hard." Wesley responded weakly and then started the car and left.
Back home, Wesley saw Natasha Romanov asleep in her room again. Sure enough, what a woman needs most is sleep. She put the things she had bought aside. Although Wesley had ravaged her, her clothes should be fine, right?