"You're an official Versace?"

"Give Mu Cheng a tailor-made?"

"What's the fuss?"

"Versace is an international brand, how can he surrender his identity to tailor a wretched wife?"

Yuan Yuan shook his head and said, not believing it at all.

After all, even she doesn't have the qualifications to let Versace's official person come to cut clothes in person.

And Qiu Mucheng, a wretched wife, she is naturally even more unlikely to have this qualification?

However, after Yuan Yuan finished speaking, he realized that his words were a little inappropriate, and hurriedly explained to Qiu Mucheng with a smile: "Mucheng, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to look down on you in what I said just now. ”

"It's just a reminder to help you grow a heart."

"After all, as far as I know, those who can make international big-name officials come to their homes and tailor their clothes are either rich or expensive."

"In the entire Yunzhou, there are definitely no more people with such qualifications than one palm."

"Even though my husband is young and promising, he will never be among them. Not to mention you. ”

"So, this guy must be a liar."

Yuan Yuan said with an oath.

"This young lady, I think you have misunderstood, I am really the director of Versace's Yunzhou branch." The middle-aged man explained.

"Huh?"

"You don't admit it yet, do you?"

"Do you really think that if you don't admit it, I won't be able to debunk you?"

"Mu Cheng didn't wear any extravagant clothes, if you lied to her, she might really be able to fool her today."

"But it's a pity that you ran into me Yuan Yuan today."

"I'll tell you, I wear a lot of Versace clothes, and I know the brand too well."

"I have a hundred ways to debunk you."

Yuan Yuan sneered, then walked in the direction of the middle-aged man, and said proudly: "You said that you are the director of Versace's Yunzhou branch, if this is the case, then you should know everything about the model and price of your Versace clothes, right?" ”

"In that case, the one I'm wearing is Versace's brand, tell me, how much is my dress worth?"

The man didn't answer at first, but glanced at Yuan Yuan, then reached out and touched the material of the dress on Yuan Yuan's body, and then said, "This young lady, I'm afraid you don't have any misunderstanding of our brand?" ”

"Your clothes, whether it is the material, or the workmanship, or the details of the sewing, are far from our genuine coats. So, it's not our Versace clothes at all. ”

"But if you have to ask me to give you a price for your clothes. The coat you have on you costs about 90 dollars. The market price is estimated to be between one hundred and two hundred and five. ”

"Fuck Nima's shit!" As soon as the middle-aged man's words fell, Yuan Yuan couldn't sit still.

The whole person was like a fried cat, and he got up and yelled at the man.

"Lady, I spent 20,000 yuan to buy clothes, and you actually said that the cost was 90 yuan?"

"That's!"

"It's an illiterate idiot!"

"Dare you say I'm not wearing Versace?"

"Could it be that you are blind and don't recognize this brand on your clothes?"

Yuan Yuan roared angrily.