After the lady left, she suddenly had nothing to do.

Looking outside, it was obviously much more lively, and the little girl in black short-sleeved ran before and after, looking a little overwhelmed.

Do you want to go out and take care of it? But Sister Cui asked her to look at this hall, is it considered "leaving her post without permission" when she goes out?

Hesitating, Shen Wanqing still walked outside, anyway, it was so close, wouldn't it be nice for her to come in again if there were customers.

"You can try on what you like, there is a fitting room in the hall."

She tries to look natural, "almost" with customers.

"Well, I'll take a look first."

"Waiter, does this one come in size?"

Walking over quickly, Shen Wanqing glanced at the sign and smiled embarrassedly:

"One-size-fits-all, but you can try it first, the size should be fine."

"Okay, where's the fitting room?"

"Over there."

Pointing to the hall, only to find that three people appeared inside at some point?

what？!!

She hurried into the hall, stopped and posed, and smiled:

"You can try whatever you like, it's all new to us."

"The waiter helped me take off that shirt on top."

"Okay."

Walking forward, Shen Wanqing raised her head and fixed her eyes on the white shirt.

and then？ Now what is she going to do? Visually, it seems that she can only touch the sleeve, is she going to tear it off?

"Don't you have a clothes pole here?"

"Huh?"

She turned around when she heard this, but she was caught off guard and crashed into a strong chest, and a faint mint smell hit her, and she suddenly realized it and stepped back.

Looking up, it was a boy in his early twenties, he didn't look at her, only handed the white shirt to the customer.

Turning her head and looking at each other, Shen Wanqing moved her eyes very unnaturally:

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Ye Yixuan replied lightly and turned to leave.

Looking at his back, she exhaled, I don't know why, I always feel that this boy is a little familiar?

"Waiter?"

"Huh? Here it comes! ”

Mujia.

"Daughter, are you alright?"

In the room, Mu Lan looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, heard the voice, and turned to go downstairs.

"Mom, do you think I'm dressed up?"

"It's good-looking, my daughter is good-looking, okay, let's go."

Mu Lan nodded, seeing what she was carrying in her hand, she couldn't help but be curious:

"Mom, what did you give her?"

Zhao Rou had a satisfied smile on her face, and said as she walked:

"Ling Wei is making music, this is the Lehmans crystal rose music box I personally selected, in addition, I also subscribed to a music magazine for her for a year, the Wei family has no shortage of valuables, let's just get our hearts."

"Hmm."

It's a pity that Wei Moyan is not here, when will he be able to see her mind?

Ten minutes later, the private car stopped in front of a villa.

Mu Lan and Zhao Rou got out of the car, and the housekeeper walked quickly to the hall:

"Madam, Mrs. Zhao and Miss Mu Lan are here."

Fan Mingzhen put down the teacup and looked up:

"Got it, let's go down."

"Mrs. Wei, long time no see."

A voice came, Fan Mingzhen got up, very enthusiastic:

"How do you have time to come? Come! Sit down, Lan'er is here too. ”

Mulan smiled:

"Hello aunt."

"This girl is really getting more and more beautiful!"

Zhao Rou touched her daughter, and Mu Lan understood:

"Auntie, I heard that Ling Wei was admitted to A-sound, so I bought some small gifts for her."

"It's good if people are here, what are you buying, Mother Chen, go and call Miss."

"Yes."

The old mother agreed, went upstairs, and two minutes later, Wei Lingwei walked down in a black dress, with straight black hair parted in the middle of the head, one side pinned behind the ear to expose snow-white shoulders, and one side was scattered and draped at will, noble and elegant, exuding the atmosphere of being unapproachable.

"Ling Wei, let's see who's coming."

Out of politeness, Wei Lingwei called out "Aunt Zhao" lightly.

"Look, your sister Lan'er also brought you a gift-"

"Gifts?"

She seemed very interested and stepped forward to pick up the box on the table:

"Thank you, Sister Lan'er, can I open it and take a look?"

Mulan nodded: "Of course you can."

As he spoke, this side has been opened:

"It turned out to be a music box, what a coincidence, I just bought one a few days ago, do you want to take a look at it?"

"No need, in addition to this, I also helped you order a music magazine for a year, although it is not expensive, but I think Ling Wei you don't lack anything, so ...... Just don't dislike it. ”

Without waiting for Wei Lingwei to speak, Fan Mingzhen said with a smile on her face:

"How so? Lan'er is so hearted, it's too late for our family Ling Wei to thank you, how can she dislike it? ”

"Yes, Sister Lan'er, I like it very much, then again, which magazine did Sister Lan'er help me order?"

"This ......"

Mulan was speechless, and she didn't order it, how did she know!

"Alright, it's almost time to eat, I tell the kitchen to make something delicious, you can stay for a meal."

Fan Mingzhen opened her mouth, breaking the embarrassment, and Wei Lingwei looked at her with a smile:

"Yes, I haven't seen Sister Lan'er for a long time, how about I take you to see the music box I bought?"

Or don't you, Mu Lan thought to herself, what's so good about a broken sound box? I don't know what bad idea she has yet.

"Don't bother, aunt, I made an appointment with a friend at noon, next time."

Zhao Rou on the side was a little helpless, but still echoed:

"Yes, next time I'm the East, we'll get together again."

"Alright then, I'll send you."

Seeing a few people out of the hall, Wei Lingwei turned around and glanced at Lehmans at the table:

"Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief."

"Mother Chen?"

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Wei Lingwei pointed to the things on the table:

"Throw this thing away."

"Wait."

Fan Mingzhen came in from the door:

"You said that you kid, how can you throw away something that people kindly gave you?"

"I don't lack this."

"That can't be thrown either."