Sweetheart,Don't run away

Ronghe department store.

The biggest department store in the city, but there is always a mysterious boss behind it. I heard that the boss was in America, but no one showed up.

In fact, Aimeng used to be a frequent visitor here, but it was just before. After dad left, these places were luxurious.

Entering a women's clothing store, Mo Yanke goes to one side and sits down, asking Aimeng to choose by himself.

Women always have no resistance to beautiful clothes.

AI Mengdong looks at the West. I don't like it. But she only looked at the green dress.

The young shop assistant came up with a smile and said in a low voice, "if you like me, can I take it down for you to have a try? You should wear the smallest size

AIMUN is a little excited. This is a full lace dress, lapel, breasted, unique style, no flowery color, just fluttering green, looks very small and fresh. The skirt is about medium length. The waist design can show the waist. The design on the sleeve is also unique. The cuffs are puffy with elegant white.

AIMUN nodded, "well, you can help me take down this dress and show it to me. I want the smallest size." Her figure should be thin. Although not tall, but 165 about the same height, but only less than 90 weight. It's really thin.

"It's only one size, the smallest size. I'll take it off the model and try it on for you." The shop assistant carefully took down the clothes from the top and handed them to Aimeng. This kind of clothes are limited edition. If there's a mistake, they can't pay for these clothes even if they make them for nothing for a year.

AIMUN took it to the fitting room and put it on, as if it was tailor-made. No matter the waist or the length, it was special, and the tender green color showed the skin color.

In her flash out of that moment, all the people who are choosing clothes are Leng Leng, trance feel, seems to see a noble and elegant princess. This kind of beautiful and fresh appearance really makes people feel bright.

Mo Yanke is reading a magazine. He generally doesn't know how to choose clothes. Even his own clothes are selected by a specially assigned person. He only needs to pay for them and try them on. However, when AI Meng comes out, his eyes are still bright and pure appreciation.

She also naturally saw that Mo Yanke was looking at her up and down at the moment. She walked slowly towards Mo Yanke, came to him and asked uneasily.

"Is it good?"

White face, quietly red, with this green, appears more beautiful and moving, as if a little tender, also, Aimeng is 18 years old, 18 years old is pure and moving, is suitable for this kind of small fresh.

He nodded a smile. Except for her, no one is more suitable for this skirt than her. This kind of green makes her a little angel in the forest. Because of the movement of her feet, her skirt is like a water lily. Tender and lovely. Just suddenly received a phone call, he motioned Aimeng for a while, went outside to answer the phone.

And AIMUN saw him go out and turn around.

When people praise it, they always seem happy and laugh, and the whole person relaxes. As long as he says it's good-looking, it's certainly good-looking. She turned to look in the mirror. Just very abrupt, insert a girl, "waiter, bring me a set of such clothes on her body! I also want to try it on "

the voice is a little familiar. As soon as AI Meng looks back, she will see Liang Xiaoxiao. It's estimated that she will never forget this face. It's just a coincidence that she can meet people in such places. They are all people she doesn't want to see. They can really meet every minute. Even if you are watching the fish, you may not be able to see the people you want to see. There is some truth in this.

And Liang Xiaoxiao also saw AI Meng, suddenly some despised a look. "As like as two peas," she said to the shop assistant, "did not you hear me? I said," I'll take one of her identical clothes and I'll try it on. " Maybe she just thought this dress was good-looking before, but now when she saw that it was worn by Aimeng, she just didn't like it, and she also wanted to buy it.

She wants everything that a little bitch can buy.

The shop assistant was suddenly in a dilemma. This dress was originally a limited edition, and it just arrived two days ago. However, there were not many people who bought these clothes. A dress of several hundred thousand is not affordable for ordinary people. However, there was no scene like today when two people wanted a skirt. Then she said with some embarrassment“ I'm sorry about that. This is the last one left in our shop. Because this skirt is a limited edition, only a few of them come out, and there is only one in our store. If you like this lady, I can ask our store manager to contact other stores to see if there is any supply. "

Liang Xiaoxiao suddenly put on his face, pointed to the shop assistant and said, "do you think I can't afford this skirt? Do you know who I am?" The first lady's temper came out in a flash.The assistant lady can only explain with a smile: "this skirt is limited, so I'm really sorry, but we also have other similar styles. You can have a look, miss. It's also very suitable for you." She has been engaged in the sales industry for several years. At first glance, this person is also a rich owner, but generally the rich people are more willful.

She is just strange, the shop is so big, beautiful clothes is not only such a, why this.

"I said, what's the matter with you? I said I want this dress just because I want it. Can't you understand me? It's not that there's only one. Then you ask her to take it off and I'll buy it. Your dress hasn't been bought yet. " Liang Xiaoxiao wants to fight Aimeng in the end.

The salesgirl was a little embarrassed. "This That's not very good, is it? "

"What's wrong? She didn't pay. If you ask her to take it off, I'll pay right away. That's OK. Miss Ben has a lot of money. I don't like such a little money, but I just like this dress. "

AI Meng frowned and looked at Liang Xiaoxiao. She found that this woman was making trouble at the moment. It was just a dress. She made herself like a nouveau riche. She didn't like it. It seems that the feeling of being looked down upon is not good.