Secret love becomes a marriage

"Well... Go and try this." the love words he didn't deliberately say often made Ji Zimo blush most. She blinked unnaturally, handed her hand to the front and motioned Gu Shubai to take over the clothes.

"Wait for me." Gu Shubai took it over with one hand and rubbed it on the girl's head with the other.

"OK." Ji Zimo nodded obediently and watched him enter the dressing room.

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"Good looking." seeing the loose door of the dressing room, Ji Zimo trotted to meet him. He saw him wearing a pink shirt. His praise was not stingy, but he couldn't hide it, because the uncontrollable pink didn't lose any color on him.

"Yes."

"This one, try again." after praising, Ji Zimo stretched out his hand again and handed out the sky blue shirt she had picked when he was changing clothes in the dressing room.

"OK." trying on clothes, to be honest, is a very troublesome thing, especially for people like Gu Shubai, but at the moment, for him, this troublesome thing has become that he is extremely willing to cooperate and is happy in it.

When Gu Shubai enters the dressing room for the third time, Ji Zimo also turns around and chooses clothes for him for the fourth time. Well, she seems to be a little addicted.

Ji Zimo looked at it row by row and felt good. I believe it was great to wear it on him. However, the colors of these clothes were too ordinary. Except for the two she just took, they were either black or dark gray. She wanted to find some clothes with brighter colors for him.

Now they are physically connected and the closest people, but often, when he is silent, Ji Zimo still feels some distance from him, especially when others are wearing dark clothes, his whole person is more cold, and the sense of distance will be pulled out. She wants to find some bright colors for him to wear, which she thinks will make him feel more approachable, Warm up.

Ji Zimo thought and walked ahead. She didn't know if she had left the store and went to the rest. She didn't realize it. Before, it was because the thought ran away. Later, her eyes were attracted by a row of shirts. Yes, it was a row of shirts different from the color she saw in the store just now. The colors were bright but not messy.

She took a fancy to a dark green shirt. Her eyes were almost completely caught by the color. Her feet moved towards it quickly. She was close, very close. She subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch the dress.

yeah! Not only the color is very good-looking, but the cloth is also very comfortable. Ji Zimo carefully looks at the clothes in her hand. The design of shirt collar and sleeve is also great. Different from the general shirt collar and sleeve, she is trying to turn over the price.

There was a sound in my ear.

"Hello, miss."

"En?" is a female voice that is not very friendly. Of course, at the beginning, she thought so much. She only subconsciously frowned and then raised her eyes. At the beginning, a girl in exquisite uniform was standing in front of her. She was probably a shopping guide, but it was not that!

Ji Zimo turned his eyes and looked around, eh? How come the store is not the one before? She was a little flustered. She was afraid that Gu Shubai would come out of the dressing room later and couldn't find herself. Thinking so, where could she care about the favorite dress in her hand? As soon as she loosened her hand, she turned and left.

I didn't make it. I was held by my arm.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" Ji Zimo twisted his body along the hand on his hand and looked at the girl who had just called her.

"Don't you buy this dress, miss?"

"Well, not now." she had to find him first.

"Then please pay the touch fee."

"Touch, touch fee?" the girl startled Ji Zimo. She stared at her and opened her eyes: "well, miss, what is touch fee? I've never heard of it."

"Miss, the clothes in our shop can't be touched if you're not going to buy them. But just now, miss, you touched this dress and didn't intend to buy it. According to the relevant regulations of our shop, you have to pay a certain touch fee."

Ji Zimo is almost shocked by the shopping guide in front of him. What kind of ghost store is this and what touch fees are there.

"Sorry, I don't know. Can we just forget it?" Ji Zimo tried to discuss with the people in front of him.

"Miss, there is a no touch sign hanging at the door of our store. Don't you have eyes?" the girl's tone became very bad, and the eyes on her body were also very meaningful, like looking down, probably because looking at her clothes, she looked like a person without money.

But Ji Zimo has nothing to be angry about, because she really has no money, but she is more or less uncomfortable in her heart and her face cools down embarrassedly.

"Miss, please pay the touch fee." Ji Zimo was silent for a moment. The female shopping guide became impatient and grabbed her hand. "If Miss doesn't want to, we have to report the case and call the police."

"Report, shout, shout the police?" is it that serious?

"Yes."

"Well, how much is this dress?" Ji Zimo is silent again. He asks the price of this shirt. He wants to buy it. First, he can't really make trouble at the police station. Second, he should get rid of the entanglement here early and go to Gu Shubai. He must have come out of the fitting room now. If he doesn't see her, he will be worried. Moreover, this dress, She still likes it.

"Price? Can you afford it, miss?"

Lying in the trough, Ji Zimo could bear it before. Now she was a little angry. She said coldly, "you say."

"The price of this dress after discount is 108889 yuan and seventy cents."

"Cough..." the girl spits out a string of numbers. Ji zidang is scared to cough. Such a dress is 108889 yuan and seventy cents. Why don't they rob the bank?

"Well, miss, do you want to wrap it for you?"

"No, No." she couldn't afford to sell her at this price. Ji Zimo waved and said no.

"Well, please pay the touch fee."

"How much is the touch fee?"

"2320."

"Why don't you grab it!" Ji Zimo exclaimed.

"It's normal, miss. Do you swipe your card or cash, or let me report?" the girl said in a strange way.

"I, can you wait, I don't have so much money now, I......" Ji Zimo was forced to death. Looking at the people in front of her, she was anxious to shed tears.

"Swipe card..."

When she was forced to go to the police station, a low voice came from her ear, and a good-looking big hand tilted a black card over her shoulder.