Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Jing Jiaren casually threw Dave's business card into the trash can.

Standing in front of the shelves carefully selecting men's shirts...

"Do you know what size Mr. Ximen wears?" Wen Xinnuan asked curiously.

"know."

"Okay, I'm so envious of your relationship with Mr. Ximen!"

"Don't you know his?" Jing Jiaren picked up a shirt and gestured for it.

"Of course I don't know Ji Ziang's. I've never bought clothes for him."

"Then Rory?"

"I do know," Wen Xinnuan pursed her lower lip, "But I don't plan to buy him any more clothes, forever!"

As soon as the words fell, several salesgirls spoke loudly in unison—"Welcome, sir, what service do you need?"

It was Luo Lei, the lingering guy, who also followed in.

Wen Xinnuan immediately clenched her small fists and stared at Luo Lei defensively, seeing him walking over as if nothing had happened.

The tall man was carrying the lady's bag, which looked out of place.

Wen Xinnuan frowned and stared at him: "Why are you following me lingeringly, do you have any shame, do you have any shame?"

Luo Lei looked at her blankly: "I'm shopping, this is your family's business, I can't come?"

"you--"

"Get out of the way, don't stand in the way if you don't buy clothes."

Wen Xin felt so warm that she wanted to roll her eyes: "Who says I won't buy it, I came here first! I will!"

Luo Lei didn't seem to hear it, and scanned the shelf beside him with cold eyes.

Wen Xinnuan didn't bother to talk to her, so she came over and wanted to grab Jing Jiaren and switch to another store, but after thinking about it, she felt——

Why should I have a guilty conscience, I said to avoid Luo Lei.

Obviously she is here.

"I want to buy a shirt for my husband too!" Wen Xinnuan purposely raised her voice and cleared it up, "Zi Ang seems to like plaid."

Jing Jiaren had a funny face, and said, "Then you can choose a few sets for him."

"Yeah!" Wen Xinnuan began to choose carefully, picking and choosing on the shelves, and gesticulating with a piece of clothing from time to time.

Finally, she settled on a burgundy shirt...

This is the color Ji Ziang likes to wear, she has seen it several times.

"Beauty, look, how about this one?"

Jing Jiaren looked up and said, "Not bad...but can you buy the right size?"

"I'm wearing his shirt, and I can feel it if I try it." Wen Xinnuan didn't think about it.

Snapped--

A piece of clothing fell to the ground, Luo Lei couldn't hold it steady, and his face suddenly turned cold.

The salesperson hurriedly picked up the clothes, with a courteous expression on his face: "It's okay sir, I'll clean it up, you can continue to choose..."

"Waiter, can I try this on!" Wen Xinnuan held the shirt in her hand and raised her voice triumphantly, and showed it to someone.

"Yes miss, what size do you want?"

Usually they don't try them on, but these salespersons are very discerning. They can see that Wen Xinnuan and Jing Jiaren are all famous brands - they can't be offended.

Wen Xinnuan asked for three sizes: XL, XXL, and XXXL and entered the dressing room.

Afterwards, Luo Lei also took the same wine red shirt and entered the dressing room next door.

Seeing this, Jing Jiaren didn't know what to say.

Emotional matters are the most difficult to deal with, and it's not easy for her to interfere...

Several waiters gathered at the door of the locker room, discussing Luo Lei's face in a low voice, their eyes were shining with excitement.