Song Xiaoman looks up and looks at the women in front of him.

    Oh.

    She smiles, her voice is calm: "I buy, buy."

    The shop assistant turned his eyes around and looked at him slowly, with a standard fake smile on his face.

    Just like this, do you want to buy it?

    She cleared her throat and continued to remind: "little girl, our clothes here are mainly high-quality, many styles are only one, basically reserved for VIP customers."

    Song Xiaoman blinked and looked at the two women: "V, VIP?"

    "Poof"

    One of the women couldn''t help laughing and whispered in a soft voice: "thinking, this person seems to be stuttering."

    Song Xiaoman picked up a skirt and went to the dressing room.

    But the shop assistant stopped her: "this skirt is made of high-grade cashmere. The original price is thirteen thousand. There is no discount."

    "Siyu, I think we''d better go somewhere else. Here, I feel that I''ve been pulled down."

    The two women sing in unison and glance at Song Xiaoman with scornful eyes.

    Seeing that two big customers were about to run away, the shop assistant was so angry that he took song Xiaoman''s skirt directly: "sorry, this skirt can''t be tried on!"

    The corner of song Xiaoman''s mouth rose and he shook his fist secretly.

    This open door to do business, even so low? What''s the matter? Are customers high or low?

    She looked out and called out, "old man, husband?"

    Hearing her shouting like this, the two women were laughing: "do students like to call their boyfriends husbands now? Do you think her husband is also a stammer

    "Maybe he''s deaf..."

    It''s so funny.

    Calling husband? It''s no use calling Grandpa.

    It''s not self humiliating to come here to pick clothes without money. What is it?

    Qin Shinan happened to answer a phone call.

    Hearing the sound, he came up at once.

    Song Xiaoman pouts his lips, almost without shedding a few tears. He hugs Qin Shinan''s arm, and she says: "husband, she, they don''t want me to buy it!"

    “……”

    "Who won''t let you buy it?" In the Qin Dynasty, the southern Confucius was gloomy and his tone was extremely cold.

    Soon, he guessed what had happened, and an angry look flashed at the bottom of his eyes.

    The shop assistant was bored, as if he had been slapped hard.

    The man stood there, exuding a strong air, let her feel a cool back.

    If you look at his exquisite suit, you can tell that she is a clothes seller.

    This man is definitely a rich man, and he is not generally rich.

    "Little lady, which skirt do you want to try on? I''ll get it for you right away."

    Song Xiaoman nestled up to Qin Shinan and pointed to the woman: "I like her, I like her."

    "You --"

    The woman stares and doubts if she has heard the wrong thing!

    Another woman whispered: "Siyu, how can this stammer have such a husband? Is there any mistake?"

    This face is so handsome that people can''t move their eyes, and their heart beat faster unconsciously.

    "This dress is what I like, it''s what I want first!"

    The woman angrily took out the gold card from her bag and put it in front of the shop assistant: "I''ll take it!"

    "..." the shop assistant glanced at the man and was at a loss.

    Song Xiaoman is still wrapped around Qin Shinan''s arm, gently twisted his body, how to listen to the voice of Nuo Nuo is like a coquetry: "old, my husband bought... Full, like this one."