But the victory is that the shirt is indeed very good, handmade by a certain designer in Italy, with a unique style, neat cut, and high-end fabrics, which won her heart.

So Song Jin gritted her teeth, didn't eat dinner for three weeks, and successfully bought this dress, in a way, she is indeed a ruthless person!

"Want to buy this?"

Words and deeds followed her line of sight, looking at the dress in the window, her tone was calm, and she was quite calm about the boss version of money as dung.

Song Jin's heart jumped, he looked like he was playing, and his eyes were shining at him.

was expecting someone to pull her in like a real domineering president, swaggering in, and then turned to the waiter and said, "I've got all the clothes here, take this black card, and brush it casually." ”

After listening to her girlish fantasies, she looked at her with a rare expressionless face, "Am I so unbearable in your heart?" ”

She covered her mouth and coughed awkwardly, "Although, although the description is a bit earthy, like a fat-headed and big-eared nouveau riche, my focus is to highlight that you are very rich." Seeing that he was still looking at her faintly, Song Jin was also annoyed, "I won't tell you, I want to buy it anyway." ”

She pushed the door straight in.

The waiters are all watching people cook, and when they see Song Jin, they glance at her to know the approximate price of her clothes, and then compare them with the prices of various clothes in the store, their eyes are inevitably a little contemptuous, sitting on a chair and repairing their fingernails, bowing their heads and looking like they ignore her.

They have seen a lot of this kind of person, and they must be the one who doesn't buy it just by looking at it.

Song Jin didn't care, besides, when she was shopping for clothes, she didn't like the waiter to be too enthusiastic.

She went straight over, her clothes were hanging a little high, but Song Jin was not short, so she took the red gauze skirt off the model with a cushion.

Before he had time to gesture to his body, the waiter saw a fierce face coming over, and a sharp and piercing voice followed:

"What are you doing? Put it back! We're not allowed to move our clothes here! Will you pay for it?! It's not good to look at, just a ...... like you."

The waiter stretched out his hand and wanted to grab it, but he was caught by a slender and white hand halfway, and he couldn't move.

In an instant, the sharp pain in the heart spread from the wrist, the waiter gasped in pain, tears filled up, kept rolling in the eye sockets, turned his head, and suddenly met the dark and cold black eyes of the young man, his face was expressionless, and his tone made people shudder, "Then tell me, how is she?" ”

The waiter couldn't speak at all, and felt as if her wrist was about to be crushed, and the young man's terrifying look made her back suddenly break out in a cold sweat, and for a moment, she thought she might die.

Words and deeds were cold-faced, and he shook her off.

The waiter fell to the ground with a "snap", his face was panting, his whole body trembled with fear, and he didn't dare to look at him again.

Song Jin seemed to be like a nobody, holding his clothes and wanting to ask the other waiters for the price, but before he could take a few steps, he was grabbed by the young man behind him who was full of violent atmosphere.

She turned her head to look at him, but he didn't speak, only pursed his thin lips tightly, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were full of coldness, as if he was enduring something.

"Why... Not angry? The voice was very low, trembling slightly, and it was dull and distressed.