The surrogate wife is a goddess

Chapter 41 Chapter 42

Song Yuru looked at the pile of clothes, her heart was bleeding.

Luo Yao picked up the teacup, held it up gracefully, and sneered, "Why? Could it be that she didn't have the money to buy it? Who said that just now? She wants everything I like. I've taken a fancy to that bunch, Do you want it? If not, don’t imitate other people’s big talk in the future. Talking is easy, but history is hard to eat. If you pull history and eat it by yourself, only you, the Second Miss of the Song family, can do it in the entire imperial capital.”

The store manager looked at Luo Yao with admiration.

He was worried that Second Miss Song would return the goods, so was his work in vain?

Unexpectedly, the young lady spoke up, she was simply helping him!

The store manager looked at Luo Yao's eyes with even more admiration, wishing to worship her as the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves the suffering.

"Who said we Yuru can't afford it?" Yang Xiaozhu assisted without fear of death, and waved boldly, "Yuru! Pay the bill and buy it for her."

"Yeah!" Luo Yao put down the cup in her hand and said to Xiao He Xiaoyue, "It's still this young lady who took the lead and died generously. Since Haikou has been boasted, even if there is a pile of history in front of it, it must be swallowed. Otherwise, what It’s not about slapping yourself in the mouth.”

Song Yuru was still hesitating one second, then stood up "teng" the next second, stared at Luo Yao viciously, took out a card from her bag, and handed it to the cashier.

Shouting exaggeratedly: "Check out."

Yang Xiaozhu and Bai Susu smiled mockingly, proudly.

Who is the cashier? He has already entered everything into the computer, and the account has already been calculated.

After receiving the card, I began to swipe it. After swiping, I saw that the balance was insufficient.

He politely handed the card back to Song Yuru.

"Miss Song! I'm sorry. You spent a total of 980 yuan this time. You only have 460 million in your card, and there is still a shortfall of 580. You see that you paid in one lump sum. Or pay in installments?"

"Pfft!" As soon as the salesperson finished speaking, Luo Yao laughed, without any scruples, and wanted to show off, "Hahaha! Hahaha! It turns out that there is really no money to pay. It seems that Ms. Song is going to give up her love. It's better to obediently withdraw some clothes! It's not shameful to slap yourself in the mouth, as long as I don't say it out of good intentions, no one will know that Miss Song's second lady is a fake wealthy lady who slaps her face swollen and fat. "

"Crack!" Bai Susu took out the card from her pocket and threw it to the salesperson, but stared at Luo Yao like a black-eyed chicken, "Isn't it more than 400 million short? Yuru! Don't be afraid, I'll lend it to you." .”

"Yes." Yang Xiaozhu also beat the drums to cheer, "It's not enough for me."

"As an afterthought." Luo Yao glanced at Yang Xiaozhu, "If you have money to lend to others, why don't you buy it yourself? What kind of hero are you pretending to be? Why didn't you see you being so generous just now?"

"I've always been generous." Yang Xiaozhu clenched his fists, protesting at Luo Yao, wishing he could rush over and crush her to death.

"Really?" Luo Yao wasn't afraid of her threat at all, her tone of suspicion was obvious, "Why do I not believe it so much?"

"I want you to take care of it." Yang Xiaozhu yelled at Luo Yao domineeringly.

Before the roar stopped, Xiao He had already slapped her across the face, leaving five blood-red finger marks.

"Who are you talking to?" Xiao He narrowed his eyes slightly, moving his finger bones, rattling, full of shocking force, "Our young mistress has a good temper and doesn't know as much as you, but it doesn't mean you are qualified to be in front of her Yelling. Tell me to tear your mouth open again, believe it or not?"

(End of this chapter)