The woman in sunglasses glanced at the girl in the suspenders, the girl in the suspenders ran over, and glanced at the store very cautiously, Song Xing deliberately lowered her head, so she didn't see Song Xing behind the cash register.

She panted and said to the woman in sunglasses:

"I said don't come out today, I can't worry about a piece of clothing. Sui Xiao doesn't give us clothes, we can't find other designers? Look at the 258,000 yuan she dragged, I still remember the low voice that begged us to wear her clothes, if she hadn't turned her face and didn't recognize people, we would have been ...... by reporters."

The woman in sunglasses tried to stop the girl in the bib from talking several times without success, so Song Xing had to cough softly to make the girl realize that there were others in the house.

The girl in overalls hurriedly protected the woman in the sunglasses.

"Who are you......"

The girl looked nervous.

Song Xing stood up and smiled softly: "But it's just a clothes seller." ”

The woman in sunglasses walked out from behind the girl, and her peaceful demeanor showed good upbringing:

"I'm sorry, we still have something to do, and we want to go first. Thank you for maintaining me, this dress is beautiful, but it is not suitable for the occasion I want to wear, we are looking for a different style today. ”

"Sometimes ......"

Song Xing gently spit out a sentence, causing the woman in sunglasses to stop her steps.

"Sometimes, different styles of clothes can change fate, and some clothes are not believing, maybe it has another face. “

The woman in sunglasses heard that there was a sound outside the strings, and the moment she turned around, all the lights in the room were lit up by Song Xing.

I saw that under the bright light, Song Xing picked up the previous cotton skirt again, and shook it out in his hand like a waterfall.

The gaze of the woman in sunglasses froze for three seconds, which ...... Is it really the dress just now?

It turned out that the skirt that seemed to be pure white cotton was not pure white.

There should have been at least a dozen different shades of white and a light grey cloth sewn on the skirt, the front of the tulle embroidered with rippled silver thread, which was extremely bright in the light.

It seems to have a floating effect, and the skirt undulates like a sea wave.

The girl in the bib was a little incredulous:

"Sister...... What kind of brand is this, when did you open such a store in Bandung. ”

Much more beautiful than Sui Xiao's!

The woman in sunglasses glanced at Song Xing with some suspicion:

"Are you...... Designer: What brand do you make?"

This store, why don't you have a LOGO.

Song Xing smiled:

"This skirt is individually customized, just waiting for the right person to wear it, the brand, it doesn't matter. ”

From knowing that the competition site was in Bandung, to drawing the earth element decoration package, she expected that the competition would be difficult, and Dong Dashi, Shi Rou, and Sui Lisi would definitely not let themselves win easily.

And more importantly, the ultimate purpose of reality shows is not to win, but to gain popularity.

If an actor does not have popularity and traffic, it is possible for him to become a good actor.

But he will definitely not be able to get to the first place in the Afra rankings.

If you want to quickly accumulate popularity and accumulate traffic, the best way is to hug your thighs!

A trace of hesitation and doubt flashed on the face of the woman in sunglasses, but she still took the skirt and compared it to herself.

To her surprise, the waistline and shoulder line of this skirt were exactly the same as her body shape.

If you wear it, it will definitely fit as well as you will grow on yourself.

What's more, this maxi dress is able to cover the back......

The woman in sunglasses was surprised that her skirt was exactly as I requested, and it was more suitable than custom-made.

Song Xing looked indifferently at the sisters who were obviously already interested in the skirt, and said slowly:

"Actually, clothes can speak for people. ”

The woman in sunglasses raised her head, and through the sunglasses, Song Xing couldn't see her eyes, but she knew that her whole mind was attracted to her.

Finally.

"How much does this dress cost. The woman in sunglasses asked.

Song Xing stretched out two fingers.

The woman in sunglasses looked at the girl in the suspenders, and she reluctantly took out two thousand dollars in cash.

"Sister, just such a cotton skirt is 2,000 yuan...... It's not a robbery......"

"Not two thousand. Song Xing pushed the money handed over by the girl in the overalls.

"It's 20,000!"

The girl in the bib takes a long breath:

"Twenty thousand? Are you really robbing? Isn't this a skirt made of cotton and gauze, we haven't seen any famous designer, and your small shop costs 20,000 yuan for a piece of clothing?"

The woman in sunglasses also looked embarrassed, but her good cultivation still made her choose to be silent.

Song Xing smiled slightly:

"You've seen a lot of famous designers and worn a lot of famous brands, but this one is different, this dress can speak for you. ”

The girl in the overalls searched around the skirt, but did not find the sound system or the battery.

"How do you speak?"

The woman in sunglasses looked at the skirt carefully:

"I don't need a skirt to speak for me, I only have one request..."

Song Xing didn't wait for her to finish:

"Rest assured, the other dresses in my shop, although there are also many different shades of white cotton patchwork, there are only six types of cotton at most. Yours is the most delicate and beautiful material, and it will never collide with anyone. And ......"

The woman in sunglasses raised her eyebrows, and said in her heart that this girl is young, how can she be like a fortune teller, and she knows what people think in their hearts.

"And what?"

Song Xing smiled again: "Moreover, the designers of the same era, except for me, I'm afraid no one has the ability to copy the design of this skirt." ”

The girl in the overalls stuck out her tongue: "It's really bragging." ”

She gave the card, hurriedly pressed the password at the POS machine handed over by Song Xing, then signed the bill, picked up the skirt, pulled the sunglasses and left the clothing store.

"Hurry up, or you won't have to spend a lot of money on us? This store sells white dresses, but it's a black shop!"

Ye Jiu turned around step by step, and saw Song Xing still standing in the dim storefront looking at him and smiling.

This girl is also wearing a white dress, but it is Hepburn's doll sleeves in Roman holidays, she is obviously a sweet girl's age, and she treats the group of reporters just now with a frosty face, but she smiles sweetly like milk.

The woman in sunglasses is a little confused, she can count people's hearts, she can make white dresses, and there is delicious osmanthus tea... It was her favorite drink.

Is it a goblin?

If you don't walk out of the mall, the store will collapse in an instant, the pillar glass wall will become a broken wall, and the girl will become a cunning fox demon and escape.

If she wasn't a monster, how could she come to the rescue when she was being chased and intercepted by reporters, and made such a suitable skirt waiting for her here?

Of course, she noticed that the white dresses all over the house were all the same size, and they were all designed to cover the back......

It's like knowing that you have an unsightly ...... on your back

"Sister, wear this at the press conference tomorrow?"

The girl in overalls interrupted her thoughts.

The woman in sunglasses pondered for three seconds and nodded steadily:

"I don't have anything else to wear, and all the brands don't avoid me, as if I was a street rat. I've been reduced to this, but I don't wear the old clothes I wore before. It's not hypocrisy, it's that if you wear it, it will be even more ugly to write my words the next day. At this time, where to find a dress with a tightly wrapped back, although this skirt is not a famous brand...... Forget it, anyway, the protagonist of the press conference is no longer me but Sui Chuchu. I'd like to see how her clothes speak for me. ”

In the store, Song Xing silently stared at the messy handwriting on the bill, and his smile was even bigger.

Although the person who signed the sign had the intention to write his name out of order, she still recognized that the dragon and the phoenix were dancing - the word "Ye Jiu".