"You can buy whatever you want, you don't have to worry about the price, anyway, as long as you want."

Mo Bingyan said that there is a lot of money, you can't spend it all, you are free.

"Then let's go shopping for clothes first."

"I'll buy it for you first."

Ye Lige pulled Mo Bingyan and went straight to the men's floor, wanting to prepare a few more sets for him from top to bottom.

After all, he was kicked out of the Mo family.

They really didn't bring anything, not even a change of clothes, and the set they were wearing now was still bought casually before, and it was very cheap.

"Eh, this one can do."

Ye Lige pulled Mo Bingyan into an Italian men's clothing brand and reached out to touch the clothes on the model.

"If this young lady doesn't buy it, please don't touch it, this set of clothes is new in our store, worth more than 200,000 yuan, if it is damaged, you can't afford to pay for it."

I didn't touch the song at night.

The sales shouted at her, and her attitude was extremely bad, especially the look in her eyes.

"It's only more than 200,000, which is too cheap to wear on you at all."

Ye Lige turned around and smiled at Mo Bing.

This is true, Mr. Mo's clothes are all tailor-made by big brands, and each set is worth a lot of money.

"Hey, I've seen you blow it, I've never seen you blow it like this, these two sets of clothes on your body are roadside stalls, I think it's only a hundred yuan at most, right?"

Sales pouts.

There were other customers in the store, and when they heard this, they all looked at Ye Lige and Mo Bingyan, and looked at them like ants in the mud, and they were very disgusted.

"Let's go."

"Let's go look at another store."

"The grade of this shop is too low, especially for this kind of person, it can't even compare to a roadside stall."

Ye Lige took Mo Bingyan's hand and walked out the door.

"If you can't afford it, you can't afford it, what kind of big-tailed wolf you are, and go to other stores, hey, it's like you can afford it, I tell you, don't talk about buying a set of clothes in this mall, you can't even afford a pair of socks."

Sales can be loud.

"Look at the clothes worn by these two people, they are not good goods, and they do not have long eyes, can they come to this kind of place?"

"Maybe I just want to come and see for a long time, but seriously, people like them shouldn't walk into this mall and lower the style of this mall."

There was a lot of discussion and cynicism among the people around.

"I didn't know what it meant to be a dog looking down on people, but now I finally know."

Yeli Song glared at them.

Mo Bingyan: "Well, it's true that it's dog-eyed, and it only looks at clothes and not people." ”

"Not really."

"How low is the grade of these people, so you don't even know Mr. Tangmo."

The three words of Mr. Gemo are particularly accurate.

The person who was discussing was speechless and looked at Mo Bingyan in disbelief.

Oh, my God.

Could it be Mr. Mo?

Isn't he in Haicheng, how could he come to Macao in a good way?

"I recognized it, it's really him, it's that Mr. Mo, I saw him from afar when I went to Haicheng to attend a charity gala before."

There was a broad lady dressed in gold and silver, whose face was full of shock.

"Is it Mr. Mo?"

"Oh my God."

"It's him."

"It's really him."

"The photo is like, by the way, the one next to him is Mrs. Mo, I found the photo." Fat Cat Literature Network

There are already people who don't believe it, so they took out their mobile phones and searched for Mo Bingyan directly online, and a bunch of photos on the Internet have confirmed the identity of Ye Lige and Mo Bingyan.

The crowd was stunned.

Mr. Mo not only came to Macau, but also went shopping with his wife, and even kept a low profile to wear clothes from a roadside stall for only 100 yuan.

"Let's go."

"It's too low-spirited."

Ye Lige took Mo Bingyan's hand and went to the next door.

"Welcome, welcome."

The clerk next door was smiling, and his legs were so straight that his waist was not straight.

This is Mrs. Mo, Mr. Mo.

She's definitely going to hit a new high in sales this quarter, Emma, it's exciting to think about.

"Mr. and Mrs. Mo, please take a look, this is our latest model this season, the material is particularly good, and this style is the main product of our brand, or a limited edition, as far as the domestic is concerned, this is the only one, and it will definitely not hit the shirt."

"How much."

Ye Lige touched it, and squinted at some of the gossip crowds who came over.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand."

The clerk carefully stated the amount of money.

Ye Lige pursed his lips and looked at Mo Bingyan: "This is too cheap, you don't have more than this money for a pair of socks." ”

"Huh."

The corners of Mo Bingyan's lips raised, knowing that leaving the song tomorrow night was deliberately pulling hatred, and nodded: "Hmm." ”

"Are there any more expensive ones in your store?" If not, we'll go somewhere else. ”

The night song is too cheap.

People are Mr. Mo, how can such a scumbag of clothes be worthy of Mr. Mo's noble identity?

"Is this more than 300,000 still less?"

The clerk was already shocked, and sure enough, the rich man's world was a luxury they couldn't imagine.

"Less."

"It's too cheap to do."

Ye Lige walked out of the store holding Mo Bingyan's hand, and sighed softly: "The grade of things in this shopping mall is too low, and you can't even buy a piece of clothing that exceeds one million." ”

Over a million?

Mr. and Mrs. Mo want to buy millions of clothes.

The news spread like a virus, and even the Internet exploded.

Straight to the hot search.

Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo disliked that the grade of the shopping mall was too low, and she couldn't buy a set of clothes of more than one million yuan.

The old mansion of the Mo family.

Old Lady Mo was almost angry when she saw this news, and glared at the housekeeper viciously: "Didn't you let you freeze all his funds?" ”

"Yes, I have already froze all of them, and even the assets in Mr. Mo's name have been frozen, so it is absolutely impossible for Mr. to get a penny from us."

The butler hurriedly replied.

Old Lady Mo: "Since that's the case, why does he still have the money to spend all day drinking with that woman?" ”

"I don't know much about this, it may be an asset in Mrs. Mo's name?"

The butler speculated.

It's okay not to say it, but when she said it, Mrs. Mo almost ran out of anger: "Are you a pig's brain, of course, even her capital account must be sealed, as long as it is the property of our Mo family, we will never let the two of them take a penny." ”

"The main thing is that I asked people to check, Mrs. Mo doesn't have any assets in her name, and she doesn't have any money in her name."

"No money, no money, so where did they get their money now? Knocked down from the sky out of thin air? ”

Old Lady Mo really doesn't believe in evil anymore.

The housekeeper wiped his sweat, and his voice was weak: "Old lady, go to follow Mr. Mo's people to report, after they went out yesterday, Mrs. Mo took Mr. Mo to the hospital, and then earned five hundred yuan from the hospital, and then Mr. Mo took Mrs. Mo to the underground casino to play mahjong, earned more than 10,000 yuan, and then went straight to Macau." ”