First Lady

Ming Ye laughed mockingly, even he didn't know whether he was laughing at Lan Shan or himself.

It's getting harder to see her clearly, ever since she woke up and lost her memory, she seems to have jumped out of his palm, and she is no longer the dim that he can knead with his hands,

Although it was hateful in the past, he could always see her thoughts clearly at a glance, but now, it was as if he could see her through a layer of transparent glass, but he couldn't walk through it.

Knowing that she was there and what she was doing, but... No matter what, there was no way to really get close.

Lan Shan left Fengxiang Garden to "revenge", she entered the store again under the disdainful and doubtful eyes of the shop assistant who despised her for being poor and poor. [

Most of the clerks have seen her come here two hours ago, no one stepped forward to serve her, only a young girl who was an intern, walked over enthusiastically: "Ms. .”

Lan Shan nodded with a smile, tried many pieces in a row, and said something to the intern girl amidst the ridicule of the rest of the shop staff, which surprised them all so much that they almost rolled their eyes: "These are all good, let's put them all together! "

When she said this, Lan Shan felt that she was a nouveau riche, holding the card she just got from Ming Ye, and bossing her around.

After the intern girl was stunned, she happily ran to the cashier with a lot of clothes, as if she was afraid that she would return.

After swiping the card and signing, Lan Shan bought it with pride and style.

But when the cashier lady told the total price of her pile of clothes, she still felt a real pain.

She spent more than 110 million out of revenge at this moment. If this was the time when she was Bai Ling, it would be money that she would not be able to earn in her entire life. Lan Shan sneered, the gap between the rich and the poor.

Seeing the smiling face of the intern girl, the clerk who laughed at Lanshan in the morning was completely dumbfounded.

What she let go was not a poor ghost but the God of Wealth. The clothes that Lan Shan bought were the amount that she would not necessarily be able to sell if she tried to sell them for two or three months. It was more than 110 million.

Looking at the consumption list of the secondary card sent by the bank at night and Mingye, I couldn't help frowning.