The apartment over there was almost cleaned up, and Song Hui went around and always felt that there was still a little furniture in the house.

Yu Yunxi is at work, and she doesn't want to always trouble Yu Yunxi, and the magazine is actually not hers now.

The furniture store is really full of colorful goods, and Song Hui's eyes are shining and shuttling between the furniture. Soon she fell in love with a delicate dark green fabric sofa, and she looked around as the salespeople gathered around laughing and chatting, as if no one had noticed her.

"Hello, how much does this sofa cost?" Song Hui raised his head and shouted loudly in the direction of the salesman.

One of the saleswomen looked at her contemptuously, let out a cold snort from the tip of her nose, and said disdainfully: "There is a price next to it, you can see for yourself." ”

Song Hui lowered her head and searched carefully, but she didn't see any labels at all, she frowned, still patiently said, "I'm sorry, I didn't see a price." ”

Several salesmen were full of disgust, no one was willing to serve Song Hui, and then pushed each other, and finally the salesperson who accosted Song Hui at the beginning reluctantly walked over.

The saleswoman looked to be in her thirties and exuded a childish atmosphere. She walked around and sure enough, there was no label, but she still said proudly on her toes.

"This sofa costs 8,700 yuan."

Song Hui then reacted to why the salesman had such an attitude towards her, she was no longer Shen Huaitian, not the noble daughter, not the wife of the Fu family. She was now just an ordinary person with a pale face and plain dress.

Before, no matter where she went, the staff greeted her with a smile, and she was used to it. After these few months, she has almost forgotten what kind of desperate life she lived before she became Shen Huaitian.

Forget it, I don't want to do this, Song Hui touched the fabric and said seriously: "This kind of fabric is not worth the price." ”

The salesman immediately slapped Song Hui's hand away, the two thick eyebrows on her face stood up, and she said dissatisfiedly: "If you don't buy it, don't touch it, can you afford to pay if it is broken?" ”

Song Hui withdrew his hand painfully, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at the salesman with pity.

"That's how your company treats its customers, doesn't it?" With that, Song Hui walked towards the counter, ready to complain to their manager.

The salesman was full of indifference, shrugged his shoulders, sneered and said: "If you can't afford it, you have to come in to find trouble, it's useless if you want to complain, our manager is on a business trip this month." She lowered her head and played with her fingernails, seeing through Song Hui's thoughts.

Song Hui suddenly vented the anger that had been suppressed in her heart before, her narrow eyes stared at the salesperson, slowly walked to the fabric sofa, and took out the scissors she had just bought in the supermarket in her leather bag.

Before the salesperson could react, he suddenly inserted it into the sofa, and the fabric was torn apart instantly, making a "stabbing" sound.

The salesman gasped, grabbed Song Hui viciously and shouted.

"Lose money, you have to lose money." Her bright lips looked extremely hideous at this time, and she continued: "Not only do I have to lose money, but I also have to call the police, what a female madman." ”

Song Hui has never taken the initiative to provoke others, but if someone tests her bottom line, she will never be merciful.

She shook off the salesperson's hand, her tone was fluttering, and a cold smile curled up on her lips.

"You apologize to me, and I'll lose money right away."

The salesperson laughed mockingly, thinking that a little girl was still menacing, "Bah! She spat maliciously at Song Hui's feet.

"Plop."

In the blink of an eye, the salesman fell to his knees, his face full of panic.

Song Hui was also shocked, and looked up to see a person standing behind the salesman.

It's Fu Chen again.

"Apologize."

Fu Chen looked at the salesman condescendingly, his voice was cold, and there was anger hidden in his dark eyes, like a cold knife, cutting into the bones and blood inch by inch, which was terrifying.

The air around it seemed to freeze into ice.

Song Hui looked at Fu Chen in a daze, the man in front of her exuded anger, she really couldn't understand why Fu Chen often appeared in front of her since she was separated, which made her originally calm heart ripple again.

The saleswoman was so frightened that she knelt on the ground and trembled, although she didn't know who this person was, but she knew that this person was not an ordinary person by his behavior and dress.

Among the salespeople who were watching the play on the sidelines, one of them was older, who should have been their foreman or something.

Her eyes flashed with the word shrewdness, and she walked up to Fu Chen respectfully.

"Sir, you don't think it's good for you to let our clerk kneel here like this, is there anything we can sit down and solve slowly, can you see it?"

Fu Chen turned his head sideways and looked coldly at the foreman who spoke, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little terrifying.

"Why do you want to kneel with her?"

The foreman was slightly stunned, but she didn't know what to say, and the person in front of her looked like she couldn't afford to provoke.

Song Hui didn't want to have any entanglement with Fu Chen, she just wanted to solve the matter quickly and leave, she walked up to the foreman and said lightly.

"I don't have to apologize, I'll pay for the sofa, go to the counter."

The foreman was of course overjoyed when he saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Song Hui to the counter.

Fu Chen pulled Song Hui back with an extension of his arm, staring at her with slightly tired eyes and a flat tone.

"I said I don't have to pay for it."

The foreman didn't know what to do for a while when she saw this scene, she couldn't afford to pay for such an expensive sofa, but she was stunned when she saw the salesman still kneeling on the ground and sobbing in a low voice.

"Give me your manager's number." Fu Chen looked at the foreman coldly.

The foreman was relieved and immediately dialed the phone and handed it to Fu Chen.

Fu Chen took the phone and turned to the side, not knowing what to say, and after a while, the phone was returned to the foreman.

The foreman listened to the words over there, gradually turned pale, nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and finally hung up the phone tremblingly.

"I'm very sorry, but our company is not good at training employees, and we will fire your employees who have offended you just now. You don't have to pay for the sofa, and we will compensate you for 10,000 yuan for mental damages. The foreman bowed ninety degrees and said to Song Hui.

When the salesperson on the ground heard that he had been fired, he immediately collapsed on the ground as if he had been drained of his soul, staring at the foreman with pleading eyes. But the foreman didn't even look at her.

The wicked will be rewarded with evil.

And Song Hui didn't want to take advantage at all, she just needed an apology.

"I don't need the money, I will receive your apology."

Song Hui turned around and walked out of the furniture store, followed by Fu Chen.