Hua Rujin couldn't believe her eyes.

But it's not a dream, it's real.

In the wardrobe in front of him, there were rows of clothes with excellent textures and different styles and expensive prices, all of which belonged to Shen Qingjia.

Hua Rujin remembered that Shen Qingjia was still wearing the old clothes she gave her last year, and she was overjoyed about it. At that time, looking at Shen Qingjia's smiling face, there was an extremely sympathetic look on his flowery face.

But what about now?

Many of the clothes in the wardrobe are brand new, and even the tags are still there. Hua Bijin saw at a glance the midi dress of a brand she liked very much, and she glanced at the tag price of 19,999 yuan. Then she looked at a few more dresses that she liked, each with a five-figure price. Not only that, what shocked her the most was that she actually saw a designer white retro style heavy industry dress in the innermost part of the cabinet, she had seen it in G department store, because it was a famous designer and a limited edition, there were only three pieces in the country, and the sky-high price of 210,000 yuan has always discouraged many people who like it. She really didn't expect it to be hanging in Shen Qingjia's closet now.

Shen Qingjia actually had a lot to say, but she didn't know how to speak. Maybe she shouldn't have spoken. She had been secretly observing Hua Bijin's expression, and she went from shock to indescribable anger, and then to her pale face now. Shen Qingjia gave up the idea of speaking first. Three minutes passed, and Hua Jinjin's eyes were still on this Shen Qingjia's favorite dress.

Shen Qingjia thought it was really good-looking.

Hua Bijin has always had a similar vision to herself, and she must have liked it too. Shen Qingjia took the hand of the flower after doing countless ideological struggles in his heart and said:

"Brocade. You like this dress very much, right? I'll give it to you. You try it now. ”

Shen Qingjia is sincere.

Although this is also her favorite, because it is a flower, it has always been so good to her. It's just a piece of clothing, as long as she wants, and now she just has it, she can give it to her.

It's like Jin Zeng gave her a lot of clothes.

Speaking of flowers, give her clothes.

Those clothes are ninety percent new, and they are all flowers that I don't like anymore. Because she has so many clothes. Mom and Dad have said so, and so have others.

Shen Qingjia didn't know, and she didn't take it to heart.

For Shen Qingjia, it is not an easy task to give something that is not brand new to others, because it is likely to be self-defeating. She believed that Hua Rujin was really good to her, so she gave her things, so she never brushed off her kindness.

Now she finally has a chance to send her something decent. Shen Qingjia felt very happy.

But.

This kind of thinking is just Shen Qingjia's wishful thinking.

That's not what Blossom thinks.

"Bang!"

The flowers are full of anger for no reason.

She slammed the closet shut.

Poor Shen Qingjia didn't know what was going on, she asked somehow, "What's wrong?" ”

Hua Bijin's emotions are still very excited: "Do you think I am you?" Will I ask for clothes that someone else has worn? ”

Shen Qingjia's face instantly turned red because of embarrassment, and her voice became trembling:

"The clothes are all new.

I haven't even tried. You can rest assured. ”

Hua Yijin shook off Shen Qingjia and pulled her hand:

"Are you showing me that you've become a golden phoenix?"