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Chapter 30 She Was Insulted Instead
She fell in love with this tie yesterday. My brother will definitely like it. If I can't buy it twice in a row, that's too bad.

The salesperson next to her also had a bad face, thinking why this woman is so unaccommodating.I completely forgot that when Jiang Beichen came here yesterday, she also had a nympho expression on her face.

Perhaps because of depression, Qiao Runzhe stepped forward with a smile in order to save his breath, "Miss, I'll give you twice the price. You can choose another tie and give me this one, how about it?"

As a public figure, he is given special treatment wherever he goes. Today, he did not expect to go to the street to buy a tie and meet someone who doesn't take him seriously at all.

Originally, he just liked the tie when he saw it, and he didn't feel that he had to buy it, but now he was choked back by someone mercilessly, and he couldn't hold back his face, so he decided to buy it, so that he would feel better psychologically. .

He, Qiao Runzhe, was never one to back down.

Song Xiaoya was also angry when she heard the other party say twice the price, she has never seen such an arrogant person.

"Sir, how about this, I'll give you three times the price, please go out and turn left, and go all the way!" Song Xiaoya put the bank card on the table, and then looked at the other party with wide eyes and disdain.

Are you a star?Are you great if you have money?

Qiao Runzhe's complexion changed now. He didn't expect someone to be more arrogant than him. This was the first time in his life that he wanted to use money to overwhelm the other party. He didn't expect that someone used money to fight back, and finally humiliated himself.

Does this woman really not recognize his face?
Or does she have other goals?
Qiao Runzhe stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, "If you wanted to attract my attention, congratulations, you have already done it."

Hurry up and accept it, he is almost angry!

Song Xiaoya was speechless again, what am I doing to attract your attention?Can that thing be eaten as a meal?
Not wanting to talk to him anymore, Song Xiaoya pointed to the tie on the counter and said to the salesperson, "Wrap it up for me, checkout!" Then she pushed the bank card in front of the salesperson.

"..." Qiao Runzhe realized that he was being ignored. This woman was serious—she was serious about not taking him seriously!
This is as a counterattack to his arrogance just now!
The salesperson looked at Song Xiaoya reluctantly, as if she was staring at a monster, and obviously didn't want to help her pay the bill.

"Is this how you treat customers?" Song Xiaoya was a little annoyed when she saw that the salesperson didn't take her words seriously, "I have the right to call you now to complain!"

The salesperson was a little moved, and it was obvious that Song Xiaoya was also angry.

Qiao Runzhe next to him finally couldn't bear it anymore, and glanced at Song Xiaoya, "Forget it, give it to her, anyway, I don't like this tie very much."

After speaking, he picked up his sunglasses and put them on, turned around and walked outside.

Seeing the other party leave suddenly, Song Xiaoya was a little surprised, he let go so easily.

Maybe it was because he felt that fighting for a tie with her, an ordinary passer-by, lowered his status as a star.

But Song Xiaoya doesn't care at all, it doesn't matter what you think, as long as she can buy what she likes.

"I'm already gone, can you help me pack my things now?" Song Xiaoya reminded the salesperson looking out with a nympho look on her face.

Although the salesperson was unhappy, he still picked up the tie and helped her pay the bill.

Coming out of the clothing store, Song Xiaoya searched all the way to see if she could find something that could be used as a gift for Jiang Beichen.

I ended up selling a bunch of wool in a toy store.

Since Jiang Beichen asked her to personally make a gift for him, let's weave a scarf. It's purely handmade, warm and usable, and the price is cheap.

Just think of it as a normal way to pass the time, anyway, now that the weather is getting cooler, it should be used soon.

After buying everything, it was still early, so Song Xiaoya decided to go home. She hasn't been home for two days, and her family should be worried.

When I got home, the whole family happened to be there, and it was almost time for dinner. When the whole family saw Song Xiaoya coming back, they gathered around happily.

"Xiaoya, why haven't you come back these two days? Why are you always staying at a classmate's house?" Mother Song asked worriedly.

Although Song Xiaoya had explained everything on the phone, Mother Song was still a little worried.

"Recently, the class is a bit tense, there are a lot of homework, and I do design with my classmates, so I just live at her house." Song Xiaoya explained awkwardly, and then took the opportunity to say, "I plan to move to the school in the future. The weather is getting worse. It's getting colder, and it's not convenient to run around all the time."

Jiang Beichen asked her to live in a villa. Now she dare not tell her parents clearly, so she can only lie to deal with it first.

As for the marriage certificate, she didn't dare to disclose it. She is still in school now, so she doesn't know what her parents will think if they find out.

If it involves her asking Jiang Beichen for help, and what happened between the two of them, the family will definitely be angry, so let's keep it a secret for now.

Song Tianyu said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I'll pick you up from school every day when it's cold. It's inconvenient to live in the school, after all, it's not my home."

"Brother, don't be so troublesome. You have to take care of the company's business every day, and it's quite tiring. I live in a good school, and I don't need to pick up and drop off every day." Song Xiaoya felt guilty and quickly refused.

"How can you be tired? You live in the school, what if you are bullied by bad guys?" Song Tianyu was still a little worried.

(End of this chapter)