Discipline traitor husband

Chapter 296 Question 2 ([-])
Bu Youran lowered her head and glanced at the silky shiny satin dress she was holding in her hand. It was exactly the clothes that the naughty man asked the owner of this tailor shop to make half a month ago. She wanted to sell it at a low price, but the boss But turned her away.

The tailor shop boy saw her standing outside the door with a sad face, and couldn't bear to chase her away directly, so he reminded in a low voice, "Girl, if you don't come in to make clothes, stand a little farther away."

Bu Youran turned to look at him, "I don't understand, I wore it once, and your boss also said that this is a good fabric, and he made it with care, why don't you want to recycle it at a low price?"

The boy took a look at her and guessed that she didn't understand the rules, so he suppressed his anger and explained, "Miss, you don't understand, the people who come to our shop to make clothes are all dignitaries, who would like to buy them?" Take the clothes you have worn once? Even if others don’t know, there is no impenetrable wall in the world? This is the imperial capital, and we can’t afford to provoke any noble person. If we know that we are fraudulent, we will not mention us first Damage to the reputation of our small shop, our boss has great ability but can't bear this responsibility."

Bu Youran understood, "But, what you said just now are rich people. Then, what about poor people? Are they not willing to buy?"

The boy sneered as if he had heard a joke, "Miss, are you joking?" He glanced around the store, "Look at the customers who come into this store, do they seem to have no money?"

These words reminded Bu Youran, she followed the boy's gaze, the facts were as he said, and looking at the street, ordinary people in ordinary clothes would not even dare to step into this shop within one meter .

Bu Youran couldn't help feeling a little dejected, the idea of ​​selling at a low price was something she came up with after several nights, but now she couldn't even talk about it, let alone the next step.

She walked for half an hour, and finally arrived here. Now she is penniless, and she didn't even drink a sip of water. She squatted outside a steamed stuffed bun shop on the street, watching the customers coming in and out. Walking and eating with fragrant buns, the gravy is overflowing and mouth-watering.

Bu Youran licked her lips, feeling more and more discouraged as she hugged her hungry stomach.

Oh tick, oh tick?
Bu Youran crossed her legs and simply closed her eyes.

After a while, a group of people came down from the carriage and asked, "Is the girl meditating here?"

Bu Youran opened her eyes, looked up and down, "Is this your shop?"

The passer-by smiled, "That's not true, I'm just worried about the wind and cold, the girl is weak, I'm afraid it will be bad for you."

Bu Youran withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes again, "Then don't talk so much and give me a quiet place."

The passer-by turned his head and glanced back at the carriage, couldn't help frowning slightly, and bowed forward again, "The girl is muttering something, I don't know. What are you talking about?"

This person is really strange, she didn't block the good road, but just sat on the side of the road, who did she provoke?The owner of the shop didn't say anything, what kind of a fart is he?
Bu Youran yelled angrily, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

The passer-by took a step back, "Forgive me for my ignorance, I wonder which monastery's monk's language this is?"

"One rest, one rest! Haven't heard of it?" Bu Youran couldn't help but stood up and said angrily, she took out the silk dress she was carrying in her arms, "I think you are very leisurely, and your clothes are not bad, I'm worried that I can't sell the clothes, why don't you buy them?"

Passers-by were still thinking about who 'Yixiu' was, and before they could change their minds, they just looked down at the clothes that Bu Youran handed over, and backed away until they accidentally stumbled in the middle of the road, watching Bu Youran become angry from shame, as if He ran towards the carriage not far away as if he had seen a ghost.

(End of this chapter)