Mr.President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Wen Mu Chu looked at her helplessly and laughed in a low voice: "what kind of logic are you? I have money. How can I spend your money? As I said, my money is for us to spend, and your money is for you to fulfill your dream. "

The bottom of LAN Xiao's heart is moving and he holds his hand.

"Forget it. Next time I'll choose a good gift for you."

Wen Mu Chu nodded and answered with a smile.

After paying the bill, carrying a shopping bag, two people came out of the shop.

Wen Mu Chu then pulls LAN Xiao and walks toward the women's clothing shop.

LAN Xiao said: "I have a lot of clothes. I don't need to buy them."

"I remember that most of the clothes you bought last time were for autumn. It's going to be cold soon. You can prepare some winter clothes. Let's go. I'm seldom free today... " Wen Mu Chu said with a warm smile in his eyes.

LAN Xiao has no choice but to let Wen muchu pull to the women's clothing store.

However, several women's clothing stores in this shopping mall belong to luxury brands.

There are hundreds of thousands of clothes here.

The price is so high that many ordinary people can hardly afford it.

Most of the people who come here to buy clothes are rich.

LAN Xiao and Wen muchu wear some simple clothes, and they don't like big brands or luxury brands.

The most expensive clothes that Wen Mu Chu just bought are only a few thousand.

Now, they carry thousands of clothes to a store with hundreds of thousands of clothes. Naturally, they are looked down upon by the shop assistants.

Wen muchu personally picked a light blue woolen overcoat for LAN Xiao.

The style of woolen overcoat also belongs to LAN Xiao's favorite style.

Just as she was about to take the clothes to try on, she suddenly burst out a beautiful white palm and snatched the clothes from LAN Xiao.

"Clerk, didn't I book this dress the other day? How can you hang up and try them on? If I get dirty or damaged, can you afford it? " A woman's voice came from the side.

The voice with disdain, with ridicule, especially let LAN Xiao listen to not agreeable.

She turned to see, and saw a beautiful, graceful woman, standing opposite her, looking down at her.

Yes, it's really with that kind of condescending eyes, looking at LAN Xiao.

The woman wore a very high heel.

That's 20 centimeters high.

The shop assistant saw the woman and said with a smile: "Oh, it's Miss Jiang. Are you here? I'm really sorry. We just took this dress out to help you iron it. I didn't expect that this guest took it directly to try it on without our consent. Before we could stop it, Miss Jiang, you showed up. This is really a misunderstanding Can I help you with this, Miss Jiang? "

This woman, no one else, is Jiang Qingyun, the eldest lady of the Jiang family.

This young lady is unruly. Most people in Jinjing dare not offend her.

She was so hot tempered that she didn't kill people without blinking an eye.

A shop assistant can't afford to offend such a big man.

Jiang Qingyun snorts coldly, his eyes are full of arrogance.

"Forget it. It's dirty after being touched. I don't want it."

The shop assistant's face suddenly turned ugly.

This dress is worth 200000 yuan. If Miss Jiang doesn't buy it, won't she lose 200000 yuan in her performance today?

"Miss Jiang, this dress is out of stock in our shop. It's what you want. We've just airlifted it to you from abroad. It took a lot of twists and turns to adjust this dress. Moreover, at the beginning, there was a foreign customer who wanted to call me from our headquarters because it was Miss Jiang. If you don't want it, how can I explain it to our headquarters? I'm afraid I can't keep my job any longer... " The shop assistant was a little flustered and looked at the woman with a little flattery.

Jiang Qingyun holds his chest in both hands and blows his nails.

"I don't care. I don't want to be touched anyway. You should settle with the person who touched the clothes... "

The shop assistant glanced at LAN Xiao and Wen muchu.

At first glance, these two people are about 20 years old.

Although they are not poor, they are not rich.

But she saw the clothes brand in the man's hand.

That brand, though not far from their shop.

But the price positioning of the two stores is totally one day and one place.

The difference is 20 times.

They can spend thousands of yuan on clothes.

But it's not necessarily a few hundred thousand.

What's more, both of them are students, just one student, and they don't have much money at all.Looking at them, they are also very familiar. They can't be the young masters of those famous families in Jinjing.

So the clerk can be sure that these two people can't afford clothes worth hundreds of thousands.

"Miss Jiang, don't make fun of me. They are two students. How can they afford such expensive clothes. Miss Jiang, please help me this time. Don't return my clothes, or I will lose my job. " The shop assistant looked at Jiang Qingyun and said in a low voice with a smile.

Jiang Qingyun looks at LAN Xiao with a scornful smile.

Looking at it, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

She frowned slightly, then took out her mobile phone and turned out a picture.

Gradually, the hand holding the mobile phone began to tremble slightly.

She suddenly looked up at LAN Xiao and yelled in a low voice.

"You Are you LAN Xiao

LAN Xiao frowned. She didn't like this woman's insolent appearance just now.

Now, all of a sudden, she was called by someone with a surname and a name, and a trace of doubt passed through her eyes.

She doesn't remember. She met this woman.

This woman, how do you know her name.

"Are you?" She asked suspiciously.

Unexpectedly, a trace of anger suddenly rose on Jiang Qingyun's face.

She is holding a mobile phone and comes to LAN Xiao in a fierce manner.

"It's really hard to find a place for you. So you are LAN Xiao? You shameless bitch, I won't kill you today... " Jiang Qingyun said, he wanted to raise his hand, toward LAN Xiao's cheek.

LAN Xiao is a Zheng, can't think of at all, this woman unexpectedly says to hand to hand.

Wen Mu Chu frowned and stepped forward, holding Jiang Qingyun's wrist.

Jiang Qingyun becomes angry and looks at Wen muchu angrily.

"Let go How dare you stop me? You don't want to live, do you? "

Wen Mu Chu gradually gathered his strength and gave a cold smile.

"I think you're the one who doesn't want to live."