She is sweet and soft in the cannon fodder of the book, the educated youth is really fragrant

Chapter 348 Shopaholic

When Shen Jiaomei heard what she said, she looked at her suspiciously: "How did you know she was imitating you?"

"From what Li Miaoling and my dad described, it felt like she was wearing the wrong clothes and looked like..."

Little sister Wen hasn't finished speaking yet.

Then Shen Jiaomei slapped her on the forehead: "You are stupid! What do we do? There are many people buying the matching clothes, and everyone is wearing similar clothes to us."

"No." Little sister Wen covered her head and glared at her angrily: "I'm wearing your clothes."

"Didn't I tear a skirt of yours before? My aunt changed it and gave it to me to wear. Didn't it break it when I came to Beijing? It was patched again. Li Miaoling said that she saw Liao Jingyi was wearing this, so she did it Then that person must be me."

Shen Jiaomei raised her eyebrows: "So you think Liao Jingyi accidentally saw you looking good in that skirt, so I bothered you to change it?"

When Xiaomei Wen heard what she said, she always felt that she was being unreasonable. She thought for a while before nodding.

"Does anyone think a patched skirt is fashionable? I'll ask Aunt Huo."

Little sister Wen glared at her angrily.

"Okay, I'll ask later." Shen Jiaomei sat down again, holding her cheek and said, "Isn't that skirt thrown away when I made the gesture before?"

"Really? I forgot." Wen Xiaomei doesn't remember this.

She's not one to throw away clothes regularly.

If you think you can wear it, you'll keep it.

It will be thrown away only if it is worn out.

They have had a lot of clothes in the past three years, and there will be two new sets of clothes every season. Aunt Huo's favorite thing is to use her own employees as models.

From time to time, they are asked to work overtime at the supermarket counter.

No one is immune.

But for everyone, getting new clothes for free is just an extra day of work, and they won’t feel anything.

Shen Jiaomei didn't see it with her own eyes and wasn't sure about the situation. After much deliberation, she had only one solution: "If you think she's imitating you, why don't we go and see it in person? I still have an order that needs to be measured at your door. You Just stay with me."

"That's fine."

The two left as soon as they said they would.

Simply put things away.

Just get on your bike and leave.

Shen Jiaomei and her guests had set a time, so they stayed here first.

With door-to-door service, you can always get fresh melons.

Today is no exception.

They had just entered the house under the guidance of the nanny. The design of this house was a strange combination of Chinese and Western.

Some parts retain the design of the original house, such as some cloisters, which have been detoured twice.

According to the courtyard, there should be an arch, but it was demolished here.

The whole road seems very long.

They walked for several minutes before arriving. The nanny bent slightly and knocked on the door.

"Come in." came a female voice.

The nanny said to them: "The lady is inside, you can go in and find her."

Wen Xiaomei and Shen Jiaomei looked at each other.

Push the door in.

The sky is covered with goose feathers, and everything is white.

I don't know, I thought it was snowing.

Shen Jiaomei shouted: "Mrs. Huang, are you free now?"

"Come in."

Then there was a crackling sound.

The two of them really didn't know where to go.

Wen Xiaomei lowered her voice and said, "Are you sure you want to ask clearly that this is what she wants?"

Is this what happens after a quarrel?Could it be that a man has a new love outside, so he wants to buy customized clothes in anger?
Just when the two of them couldn't think about it, the nanny came back, handed the fruit to Miss Wen, and pointed in the direction: "You can just go over there. Madam's temper towards outsiders is still okay."

There was fear in her eyes when she said this.

I don’t know what I went through to have this conditioned reflex.

Wen Xiaomei and the two looked at each other.

They walked in the direction pointed by the nanny, their feet shaved with goose feathers.

After walking for a while, I saw the ajar door.

There were also some beating sounds coming from the house, as well as a suppressed roar from a female voice: "I've tolerated you for a long time! You'd better be more sensible! I just bought a few more clothes! Give me the money! I'll have someone measure me." Size up!”

The two stopped.

Then I heard another voice that was even more aggrieved: "You've bought enough, our family can no longer live in it."

"Why can't we live together? You just spend a few dollars to buy two pieces of clothes and you can't bear to part with them. You should have told us that we would get divorced directly!"

This sentence probably touched the pulse.

"What do you want to do? Can it not be too expensive?" The man continued to bargain.

"Bring it here! Grind it!"

Wen Xiaomei and Shen Jiaomei quickly stepped aside and waited for the hostess to come out.

Soon I saw a graceful woman walking out of the house. She was wearing high heels, and the heels of her heels tapped lightly on the wooden board, making a thumping sound.

She twisted around and came out.

He was stunned for a moment when he saw them: "Are you the employees of Sister Huo?"

"Yes, Mrs. Huang." Shen Jiaomei came forward and handed her the album to look at.

"Then call me auntie." Mrs. Huang took the album and flipped through it casually, then threw it on the table without interest.

She sat down on the sofa.

I took off my shoes and stepped on the coffee table with my feet exactly as described in the novel where the toes were white and rosy.

Whiter than those goose feathers.

Shen Jiaomei shook her eyes, then quickly looked away, changed her title and asked, "Auntie, which one do you like?"

"I've bought all these, and now I want a cheongsam, wouldn't you?" Mrs. Huang took a small brush from the side and lightly swept her toenails, saying without raising her head.

This brings up Shen Jiaomei's difficulty.

She picked up the picture album, flipped to the end and showed her some samples of cheongsams that had not been sold.

"Auntie, look, Aunt Huo said I don't understand cheongsam and it's too ugly." Shen Jiaomei said a little embarrassed.

"Oh?" Mrs. Huang raised her eyelids to look.

Seeing that there was some lace added to the cheongsam in the picture, she immediately frowned: "Sister Huo is right."

Shen Jiaomei was heartbroken.

She felt a little aggrieved: "Well, when I get back, I will help my aunt change into a cheongsam for my sister who is good at cheongsam."

"No need." Mrs. Huang suddenly became anxious and pulled her and said, "I don't necessarily have to wear it if I buy it. You can redesign a few sets for me. If Sister Huo thinks it suits me, she will make it."

"Isn't this bad?" Shen Jiaomei said tangledly.

Mrs. Huang threw away the brush in her hand, pointed at Miss Wen and said, "Then you should compare it with the sister next to you. If she dresses well, I will definitely spend money today. Please measure me quickly."

Little sister Wen didn't expect to have her own drama.

She said aloud: "Auntie, I haven't worn a cheongsam and I'm not tall. I may not be able to meet your requirements."

Mrs. Huang said indifferently: "It's nothing, I just want to buy some clothes."

It's not like she wants to be a nouveau riche at all.

This rich woman is no different from a shopaholic.

However, other shopaholics buy what they like, and the one in front of me just wants to spend the money.

As Mrs. Huang kept saying it didn't matter, it didn't matter, Shen Jiaomei signed the order with her.

(End of this chapter)