Chapter 779
Is it a demon?Is it an angel? 3
Chapter 779 Is it a demon?Is it an angel? 3
Luo Yujing quickly said: "I just took a look, I won't buy it, please ask Ms. He to try on the dress!"
Her fingers were still lingering on He Shihui's nose, as if something had happened and her nose was wronged, Ding Yi and Liang Ping had mocking expressions on their faces, while the other two waiters lowered their heads slightly in embarrassment.
Luo Yujing was pure-minded and didn't know what was going on, but everyone else understood what He Shihui meant. She was implying that the clothes touched by a low-class person like Luo Yujing really stinks!
At this moment, something unexpected happened to everyone. An Qianqian suddenly grabbed the corsage of the dress displayed by Ding Yi, pulled it hard, and tore it off abruptly!
Everyone in the counter gasped, even the three outstanding men standing not far outside the counter, watching what happened here, were very surprised!
An Qianqian looked calm, as if it wasn't a big deal for her to tear off the corsage, her eyes were sharp, she smiled slightly at everyone, and said: "I want this dress! But I don't like the corsage of my own dress." I'm so satisfied, it doesn't matter if I tear it off!"
Ding Yi and Liang Ping had embarrassing expressions, An Qianqian tore off the corsage, the skirt was hers, if they didn't sell it to her, wouldn't they be able to afford it?
An Qianqian took the skirt from Ding Yi's hand and went to the fitting room to change.
He Shihui couldn't hold back her face anymore, and said with a straight face: "I want to try this dress too!"
Liang Ping buried her head deeply, and said bravely, "I'm sorry, Ms. He, there are only these two skirts of this size in our counter. I'll contact the Chengxi store to send the skirts over for you to try on right away, okay?"
"Hey!" He Shihui didn't get angry at all. She just planned to find An Qianqian's bad luck, and asked her to wait for an hour or two in order to try on a dress that An Qianqian bought?
An Qianqian teased: "Miss He, if you don't mind, I'll take off this skirt on me and you can try again!"
He Shihui stomped her feet and sucked her nose, as if she was about to cry: "Miss Luo, how could you treat me like this?"
"What did I do to you?" An Qianqian is more innocent than He Shihui, "All the dresses here can be tried on by all customers, and they are still the dresses I wore. Miss He doesn't want to wear them anymore. You despise me." Is it?"
He Shihui pursed her lips, extremely aggrieved: "You are afraid of bumping into my shirt, so you deliberately don't let me try it on, right? How could you do this?"
An Qianqian was very funny: "Zhuangshan? If it's someone else, I'm really a little scared, but it's you, I'm not worried at all!"
"You!" With tears in He Shihui's eyes, she turned and turned and turned, but she didn't fall off, but was just watched by others. I feel pity for it!
An Qianqian suddenly remembered something, and said happily: "Thank you, Ms. He, for complimenting me just now on this dress, which looks very good on me. It's almost as if the top designer of Ainel tailored it for me. Ms. He is also very discerning." Good time, thank you!"
An Qianqian took the skirt that she had torn off the corsage, and walked calmly and gracefully to the fitting room to change. He Shihui stared straight at her back, biting her lower lip, neither angry nor crying!
Ding Yi and Liang Ping hurriedly coaxed: "Miss He, Ainel has several styles that are more suitable for you this season, please take a look?"
He Shihui stomped her feet and angrily walked out of Ainel's counter.
There were three men standing tall and handsome not far from the Ainel counter. The one in the middle kept a calm face and showed no emotion. The man on the right had a smile on his face and sighed: "Ainel is a subsidiary of the Roche Group. Brand, President Luo Rongye's daughter bullies the weak and has a domineering reputation as expected!"
"Not necessarily!" The expressionless man in black-rimmed glasses on the left disagreed, "Why do I feel that it is Miss Luo who is protecting her companions, without losing her integrity, being brave and resourceful!"
"You have bad eyesight, you didn't see clearly!"
"Your vision is unreliable!"
……
The smiling man and the paralyzed man were arguing endlessly, but the quiet man in the middle turned right and walked forward. The smiling man reacted and said hurriedly: "Gui Jiuyi, hurry up, His Royal Highness gave a Domineering Miss Qianjin is depressed, don't shoot him!"
"Tch, Zhang Dongwang!" The man with the paralyzed face rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction, "If I were His Royal Highness, I would kick you, a guy who has failed to achieve success and failed success, back into the sea!"
An Qianqian changed her skirt and came out of the fitting room. Ding Yi and Liang Ping had already hid away. It was the other two salespersons who were serving her. An Qianqian only wanted this skirt.
The salesperson said politely: "Miss Luo, would you like to have a look at other styles?"
An Qianqian smiled gently and said, "No need, just this skirt."
"Qianqian..." Luo Yujing whispered hesitantly. She looked at the place where An Qianqian's skirt was originally dotted with a corsage. In order to protect her, the corsage was torn off!
An Qianqian followed Luo Yujing's gaze and also looked at her chest. She didn't mind and said, "It's okay, go back and sew it on!"
Luo Yujing took out a wrapped box from her handbag, tore open the package, and took out a brooch from the box, which she made herself.
While studying, Luo Yujing also opened an online store to sell some decorations she made. Originally, she planned to drop by a regular customer who worked in the business district, but now she wanted An Qianqian to wear them first.
Luo Yujing personally pinned the brooch to An Qianqian. It was a hand-knitted brooch made of pink pearls and silver thread. It was made into a pattern of angled angel wings, which was very exquisite and unique.
When the two salespersons saw the brooch, they liked it very much, and quickly asked, "Where did you buy this?"
An Qianqian said proudly: "My friend Yu Jing made this by herself. Her ingenious ideas make the accessories very beautiful, and they sell very well on the Internet!"
"Which network is it on? What's the name of the store? Or can I tweet you?"
Luo Yujing shyly told the two salespersons the website and her WeChat ID. Seeing that her handiwork was appreciated by others, she was very happy and smiled slightly.
Ding Yi and Liang Ping were also looking here not far away, staring straight at the brooch on An Qianqian's chest, but with disapproving expressions on their faces, they muttered: "Cheap!" They felt uncomfortable, but their voices Don't dare to be loud enough for An Qianqian to hear.
An Qianqian and Luo Yujing left the counter arm in arm. While talking, they didn't notice that a woman who was walking almost bumped into them.
When someone bumped into her, it was Luo Yujing who said first, "I'm sorry!"
(End of this chapter)
Luo Yujing quickly said: "I just took a look, I won't buy it, please ask Ms. He to try on the dress!"
Her fingers were still lingering on He Shihui's nose, as if something had happened and her nose was wronged, Ding Yi and Liang Ping had mocking expressions on their faces, while the other two waiters lowered their heads slightly in embarrassment.
Luo Yujing was pure-minded and didn't know what was going on, but everyone else understood what He Shihui meant. She was implying that the clothes touched by a low-class person like Luo Yujing really stinks!
At this moment, something unexpected happened to everyone. An Qianqian suddenly grabbed the corsage of the dress displayed by Ding Yi, pulled it hard, and tore it off abruptly!
Everyone in the counter gasped, even the three outstanding men standing not far outside the counter, watching what happened here, were very surprised!
An Qianqian looked calm, as if it wasn't a big deal for her to tear off the corsage, her eyes were sharp, she smiled slightly at everyone, and said: "I want this dress! But I don't like the corsage of my own dress." I'm so satisfied, it doesn't matter if I tear it off!"
Ding Yi and Liang Ping had embarrassing expressions, An Qianqian tore off the corsage, the skirt was hers, if they didn't sell it to her, wouldn't they be able to afford it?
An Qianqian took the skirt from Ding Yi's hand and went to the fitting room to change.
He Shihui couldn't hold back her face anymore, and said with a straight face: "I want to try this dress too!"
Liang Ping buried her head deeply, and said bravely, "I'm sorry, Ms. He, there are only these two skirts of this size in our counter. I'll contact the Chengxi store to send the skirts over for you to try on right away, okay?"
"Hey!" He Shihui didn't get angry at all. She just planned to find An Qianqian's bad luck, and asked her to wait for an hour or two in order to try on a dress that An Qianqian bought?
An Qianqian teased: "Miss He, if you don't mind, I'll take off this skirt on me and you can try again!"
He Shihui stomped her feet and sucked her nose, as if she was about to cry: "Miss Luo, how could you treat me like this?"
"What did I do to you?" An Qianqian is more innocent than He Shihui, "All the dresses here can be tried on by all customers, and they are still the dresses I wore. Miss He doesn't want to wear them anymore. You despise me." Is it?"
He Shihui pursed her lips, extremely aggrieved: "You are afraid of bumping into my shirt, so you deliberately don't let me try it on, right? How could you do this?"
An Qianqian was very funny: "Zhuangshan? If it's someone else, I'm really a little scared, but it's you, I'm not worried at all!"
"You!" With tears in He Shihui's eyes, she turned and turned and turned, but she didn't fall off, but was just watched by others. I feel pity for it!
An Qianqian suddenly remembered something, and said happily: "Thank you, Ms. He, for complimenting me just now on this dress, which looks very good on me. It's almost as if the top designer of Ainel tailored it for me. Ms. He is also very discerning." Good time, thank you!"
An Qianqian took the skirt that she had torn off the corsage, and walked calmly and gracefully to the fitting room to change. He Shihui stared straight at her back, biting her lower lip, neither angry nor crying!
Ding Yi and Liang Ping hurriedly coaxed: "Miss He, Ainel has several styles that are more suitable for you this season, please take a look?"
He Shihui stomped her feet and angrily walked out of Ainel's counter.
There were three men standing tall and handsome not far from the Ainel counter. The one in the middle kept a calm face and showed no emotion. The man on the right had a smile on his face and sighed: "Ainel is a subsidiary of the Roche Group. Brand, President Luo Rongye's daughter bullies the weak and has a domineering reputation as expected!"
"Not necessarily!" The expressionless man in black-rimmed glasses on the left disagreed, "Why do I feel that it is Miss Luo who is protecting her companions, without losing her integrity, being brave and resourceful!"
"You have bad eyesight, you didn't see clearly!"
"Your vision is unreliable!"
……
The smiling man and the paralyzed man were arguing endlessly, but the quiet man in the middle turned right and walked forward. The smiling man reacted and said hurriedly: "Gui Jiuyi, hurry up, His Royal Highness gave a Domineering Miss Qianjin is depressed, don't shoot him!"
"Tch, Zhang Dongwang!" The man with the paralyzed face rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction, "If I were His Royal Highness, I would kick you, a guy who has failed to achieve success and failed success, back into the sea!"
An Qianqian changed her skirt and came out of the fitting room. Ding Yi and Liang Ping had already hid away. It was the other two salespersons who were serving her. An Qianqian only wanted this skirt.
The salesperson said politely: "Miss Luo, would you like to have a look at other styles?"
An Qianqian smiled gently and said, "No need, just this skirt."
"Qianqian..." Luo Yujing whispered hesitantly. She looked at the place where An Qianqian's skirt was originally dotted with a corsage. In order to protect her, the corsage was torn off!
An Qianqian followed Luo Yujing's gaze and also looked at her chest. She didn't mind and said, "It's okay, go back and sew it on!"
Luo Yujing took out a wrapped box from her handbag, tore open the package, and took out a brooch from the box, which she made herself.
While studying, Luo Yujing also opened an online store to sell some decorations she made. Originally, she planned to drop by a regular customer who worked in the business district, but now she wanted An Qianqian to wear them first.
Luo Yujing personally pinned the brooch to An Qianqian. It was a hand-knitted brooch made of pink pearls and silver thread. It was made into a pattern of angled angel wings, which was very exquisite and unique.
When the two salespersons saw the brooch, they liked it very much, and quickly asked, "Where did you buy this?"
An Qianqian said proudly: "My friend Yu Jing made this by herself. Her ingenious ideas make the accessories very beautiful, and they sell very well on the Internet!"
"Which network is it on? What's the name of the store? Or can I tweet you?"
Luo Yujing shyly told the two salespersons the website and her WeChat ID. Seeing that her handiwork was appreciated by others, she was very happy and smiled slightly.
Ding Yi and Liang Ping were also looking here not far away, staring straight at the brooch on An Qianqian's chest, but with disapproving expressions on their faces, they muttered: "Cheap!" They felt uncomfortable, but their voices Don't dare to be loud enough for An Qianqian to hear.
An Qianqian and Luo Yujing left the counter arm in arm. While talking, they didn't notice that a woman who was walking almost bumped into them.
When someone bumped into her, it was Luo Yujing who said first, "I'm sorry!"
(End of this chapter)