The final BOSS comes from twenty years later

not tall.

Looks very young.

She wore a light green nude outfit and became a material model herself.

Seeing the two beautiful and exquisite little girls with customers coming into the shop, the woman got up from the sofa and greeted her with a smile.

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Most people in this line have a passion for Lolita. Beautiful and slender little girls, their soft bodies are undoubtedly the most suitable material for this cute style.

In this circle, classical dolls are considered to be relatively outstanding national brands, which have a sense of design than some Japanese brands.

But the woman looked at Jiang Li's elegant red and black dress.

I'm a little less confident again.

Appropriate color matching, beautiful and exquisite ribbon decoration, and just right, obviously there are carefully designed floral patterns, cute cutouts, if it is genuine, such a small skirt is less than five figures, but the one behind her The guy who is suspected of his brother, wearing half-sleeved slacks, obviously does not look like a rich man.

Is there such an excellent cheap brand in China?

The woman was thinking.

But it didn't show up.

"Would you like to see the skirt? We have a new batch of standard models here last week. Customization is also acceptable."

"Show her."

Tang Luo said casually.

Touched the white shallow head.

The woman took a look at Bai Qianqian's height and thought about it a little bit, "Your sister's age basically doesn't have a finished product suitable for her. Because the audience of Luoqun is more than 16 to 24 years old... Small, we basically won’t prepare such a small currency."

"Then all the styles here can be customized, I will show her first."

Tang Luo knew a little bit more or less.

Luo's skirt must fit her body shape to look good. Jiang Li's clothes are all custom-made. She is optimistic about the styles she likes. She finds world-class designers to improve her details, and then uses the best materials, top masters. Handmade.

As an emperor.

This privilege is still there.

"Of course you can. Are these two little girls your sister? Your little sister is so cute." The woman smiled and glanced at Jiang Li's skirt again.

The skirt looks more real as it looks.

Except that the two diamonds in the waist are too big, their texture and luster do not look like glass at all.

"She is……"

"He is my husband."

Jiang Li said lightly beside him.

As her voice fell, the atmosphere in the clothing store solidified a little in an instant. The woman looked at Tang Luo, Jiang Li, and Bai Qianqian. She always felt that her expression was a little stiff, and then she remedy it. He smiled and shook his hands together awkwardly.

"Hehe, it turns out that you are married, and you look too young to see it. I thought it was a junior high school student... the maintenance was really good."

Tang Luo stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Li.

In the end, the little girl was faster than him, "I am a junior high school student."

"..."

The woman has no words.

Her dress here costs thousands of dollars.

So usually, it is not that I have never seen a greasy middle-aged man bringing a young girl over to buy clothes.

Those bosses who are really rich may not necessarily be dressed up in gold and full of pride. In fact, they are more dressed up in half-sleeved slacks, and they don't feel much different from the young man in front of them.

People can't look like...

Raise a fourteen-year-old junior high school student.

This has to be the owner of how much money, I am afraid that the mine at home is not enough.

Facing the woman's helpless eyes like Lolicon, Tang Luo glared at Jiang Li, pointed inside, and motioned for her to look at the clothes.

The little girl snorted.

I ran to find another female clerk to take her around.

Tang Luo just smiled with the woman, and explained, "Actually, she is my daughter, so naive."

"I know, I know."

The female store manager forced a smile and waved her hand.

Show that everyone understands.

Rich people.

When they play with little girls, they like to say that this is their daughter fucking their daughter or something. First, they have a disguised identity, and second, they listen to a little girl’s dad screaming, whether it's outside or when they are racing. There is always a stimulating sense of morality.

The more you explain this matter, the more unclear it becomes.

Tang Luo finally gave up.

He sat down on the sofa next to him, covered his face, pointed to the Luo skirt placed in the room, and motioned Bai Qianqian to pick it by herself.

"Let's go and see, if you think it is suitable, tell this big sister, I will pay a deposit... How long will it take for our clothes to be made, and whether there is any after-sales service."

"It's about half a month. If you add money, you can expedite it. We will provide maintenance services for a fee."

Speaking of your profession.

The woman finally put away the face that is so rich.

"How long will it take the fastest?"

"Three days."

"That's okay," Tang Luo nodded, turning around and touching the little girl's head, "Go pick it, you can ask Sister Jiang Li, she understands this."