Lan Cao sat back on the chair, put on her shoes, and whispered to Lan Ze: "Let me draw you a coat. I already have an idea. Your shoulder width is suitable for the lapel style, and the V-neck is also particularly suitable; but the bust

If it is thick, avoid raglan sleeves. The picture I drew will definitely suit your figure best. After you approve it, I will give the design to the manufacturer, who will then deliver the ready-made garments directly to your address."

Lan Ze felt that Lan Cao was obviously excited and really looked like a dedicated designer.

"Well, okay, I'll wait for your picture."

He was also looking forward to seeing what Lancao, who called himself little brother, would draw on his clothes.

"Then...can I use your portrait as a sample?" Lancao asked carefully, "Pair your original clothes with my custom-made one? You can make an appointment and I'll go find you."

"Well, I think it's okay." Lan Ze sat down with his arms bare and agreed with a smile.

He knows the purpose of Lancao. High-quality ready-made clothing can serve as a benchmark for customized products. Which grade of ready-made clothing is matched with it will determine which grade the customized product belongs to. Lan Ze wears his own clothes and can reflect the most natural state.

"Sister, please measure me too." The white-faced brother stayed by the side and did not leave.

"Go, don't make trouble." Lan Cao waved his hand.

"Why don't you measure it for me?"

"You can't afford it." Lancao said simply and directly, which can make people angry to death.

"You are discriminating! You are looking down on others."

The white-faced brother glanced at his coat spread out on the back of the chair and the T-shirts thrown into a ball with Lanze on the cabinet behind him, and suddenly flinched angrily: "Forget it. I really can't afford it."

It's not that he can't afford to wear one or two good clothes. It's just that he really can't bear to put those one or two pieces into a ball.

Those are all things that should be offered up. Wash them by hand carefully, iron them neatly, and wear them with good manners and show your best demeanor. What the hell is a bunch of stuff?

The two brothers Lanze and Landesin were shirtless and looked at each other across the table. Lanze watched inexplicably as his white-faced brother died down. He didn't know what the fuss was about.

There was not much food on the table, so everyone divided it up to avoid leaving any leftovers. All the people at the table had grown up living in a group, and discipline had become a part of their instincts.

Lan De saw at a glance that it was almost over and quickly got up to find the old man.

Lan Ze put on his clothes, paid the bill, and went out. The light in the underground street had dimmed.

Lan Ze was seeing the old man and Mr. Wang, squatting on the street side by side, reluctant to leave.

Brother No. 1 was standing by the wall playing with his bracelet. When he saw Lan Ze appear, he asked, "How will the meeting be held tomorrow?"

"Have you had enough vacation?"

"If you don't make up for the holidays if you can't make up for them, if you can live a little more leisurely in the rest of your life, it will be worth it." Brother Yi didn't seem happy, but rather worried.

Lan Ze thought for a while and decided to ask Brother Taoist how the meeting would be held tomorrow. Under the current circumstances, he, a religious figure, would be the most inspiring if he lectured everyone on the principles for an entire night.

Lan Ze contacted Taoist Bai and chatted for a few words. Then through the efforts of two enthusiastic people, Taoist priest and Lan Hua, all the brothers and sisters were arranged to stay.

Lanze booked three private rooms for dinner in the evening and used them as the venue for the next morning.

The only remaining problem is the old man.

Old Dad doesn't want to attend their meeting, and plans to go around with Old Wangtou tomorrow.

But the bigger problem is that the old man has no place to live now. He applied for the small apartment in the university town in the name of his mother. He has already left.

He can sleep in the SUV. But sleeping in occasionally is fine. Can the car be used as a house for a long time?

After Lanhua and Brother Qian appeared together, Old Wangtou said goodbye to the old man.

The two youngest sons followed their father to the guest room and began to worry together.

Lan Ze suggested to the old man that after the meeting tomorrow, let the old man follow him home, and let the car drive itself and follow him. The place at his house is big, and the old man will live very comfortably.

The old man asked: "Your general...is she at home?"

"She spends more time away from home than at home. She comes back when she has time and takes the children to play." Lan Ze answered truthfully.

"Well..." the old man said a little shyly, "I always feel embarrassed when I go to your and the general's home."

Judging from the old man's appearance, I'm afraid he would really feel uncomfortable meeting Zhang He.

Lan Ze and Lan De looked at each other.

"Dad, go to my place." Brother Yi said. "My place is full of men."

"I won't go. I won't go to your home or Xiao Ming's home." The old man shook his head firmly: "I am an ominous person and a lonely star. I'd better not go and cause trouble for you."

"Why have you become such an ominous person again?" Lan Ze was speechless.

"I have sent away so many people. Now your mother is gone too. She is still young."

The term "young" for people in their nineties is a bit wide.

However, even compared to the average person, my mother died at the age of sixty-nine, so she was indeed younger.

Lan Ze sat next to the old man, and he could smell the fresh smell of laundry detergent on the old man's body.

He has also smelled the stench of decaying old people. In prisons for the elderly, those felons who enjoy pensions and medical care rot before they grow old, starting with their brains.

"Dad, are you still thinking about her?"

"I think about it, how could I not want to? Now, I regret quarreling with her." A wry smile appeared on the old man's face.

Lan De tugged at Lan Ze's clothes behind his back to stop him from talking nonsense.

"I'm a detective. I'm very evil." Lan De looked serious.

The old man nodded.

"There is an empty apartment on our floor. The neighbors are all our colleagues, all policemen. Dad, you don't have to live with me, you are just on the same floor as me. In the whole building, we

The evil spirit of the police officers is all around you. We live close to each other and we have to take care of each other. What do you think, Dad?"

The old man thought for a while and nodded slowly.

"Okay, then it's settled. Let's go together tomorrow." Lande quickly made the decision.

"Okay." The old man said.

The room is a standard room for two people. If Lan De stays with the old man, it will be convenient for us to set off together tomorrow.

The old man went into the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes, and Lan De sent Lan Ze out.

"Why are they still quarreling? They have been harmonious for decades." Lan Ze didn't think Brother Yi knew the reason, but couldn't help but ask him, "How much do you know?"

"I know more than Bai Quanming, even though he was the second to arrive at the death scene."

"Who is the first one?" Lan Ze looked at Brother Yi in surprise: Could it be you?

"Of course it's dad."

"Well..." Lan Ze found that he was distracted.
Chapter completed!