Chapter 337 On how Brother Cheng’s reaction speed was developed

Today, among the people in the group, there is no one who is rich and noble, but no one is poor.

Not to mention Amamiya Chizuru, the kimono bought by the daughter of the richest man must of course be the best. The rest, whether it is Izumi Mio or Nanami Ye, are also rich women to ordinary people, if not for Amamiya Chizuru.

This halo is too dazzling, and it is also the kind of person who can save decades of struggle by getting married.

So today these guys visited the most expensive stores in Sapporo to buy the most expensive kimono and yukata.

If you really say that...

Natsume Naoki looked at the girls who were happily choosing clothes in the store, and thought to himself, is he the poorest one?

When he went to junior high school in Tokyo after graduating from elementary school, he had some memories of his past life and thought that he had a small factory at home and had enough savings to buy a slightly remote house in Tokyo. Wouldn't his life be like this?

Much easier?

Unexpectedly, I ended up reaching the point where I was riding N boats and was not as rich as my girlfriends...

Um!

The soft rice is so delicious!

Asai Mao glanced at Natsume Naoki standing at the door, and asked lightly: "What are you thinking about? Don't go in."

Natsume Naoki shook his head and sighed: "I'm just feeling that some people are born in Rome."

"I know what you are thinking in your heart." Asai Mao said calmly: "Let's admit for the moment that the girlfriends you are thinking of, in fact, there are people who depend on you."

"What?"

Natsume Naoki had just come to his senses, and without thinking carefully about what Asai Mao meant, he subconsciously asked.

Asai shook his head: "It's nothing. Since we are already here, let's pick out clothes with them first..."

After a pause, she looked at Natsume Naoki seriously and said: "But, before you agree to what clothes I will buy in the end, can you ask my opinion first? Even if I don't like it very much, you are still determined.

I had no complaints when I bought that dress...it's just..."

Natsume Naoki smiled and touched her head: "It's just that I respect you because I asked for your opinion before, right? I understand, in fact, you are more eager to be recognized by me than you seem... Ahhhhh,

It hurts!"

He had a pained expression on his face, and she took out the palm that had been touching Asai just now by twisting the flesh.

"Good acting skills." Asai raised his eyebrows and let go of his hand.

In fact, she didn't use any force at all and pinched the flesh very thickly, so it didn't hurt at all.

Besides, I know very well the expression on his face when he is in pain, especially when I have personally verified it some nights.

She walked into the store with her eyebrows lowered and an imperceptible blush flashed across her cheeks.

Even a happy maid can be arrogant sometimes.

I just don’t want to be found out easily.

Natsume Naoki was indeed pretending, he waved his hand, it didn't hurt much, but what he was thinking about was what Asai said before.

"So that's what you think?" He murmured in a low voice, "Do you think you are relying on me?"

"Excuse me, what does this lady need?" The shopping guide approached Asai Mao very enthusiastically.

There is a "do not disturb" handbag at the entrance of this extremely high-end clothing store. In today's society, not everyone likes to socialize and deal with others, especially those who are afraid of overly enthusiastic shopping guides.

And as long as you carry a handbag with the words "Do Not Disturb" written on it before entering the door, no shopping guide will come to disturb you before you take the initiative to ask for help.

None of the people who came here had such intention, and the shopping guide was particularly happy.

There is a commission for successful sales. Those who can go shopping in this kind of store must be rich or expensive!

Asai bowed slightly and was very polite even when facing people in the service industry: "Can I take a look at the yukata in your store? They are for this season."

"That's a coincidence," the shopping guide said happily: "There happens to be a batch of trendy new models on sale in the store. Are you here to take a look?"

Asai followed and shook his head: "Let's start with the cheapest one. Sorry to bother you."

He is the type of person who uses honorifics even to convenience store employees!

The shopping guide will not have any bias because Asai suggested buying the cheapest one. No one would hate a polite, pretty and cute girl.

"What kind of price are you probably willing to accept?" the shopping guide asked very thoughtfully: "No offense, I just want to understand your psychological price so that I can recommend it to you."

Asai thought about the money in the wallet she brought with her when she went out today. She usually earned some savings from her YouTube videos.

But a large part of it was deposited in the bank by her as her future dowry.

Without the help of her parents, it is not easy for a girl to rely on herself for everything. Moreover, she is too proud to allow herself to use Naoki's brother's food and drink. She usually uses her own money to buy food, rice, oil and salt in Tokyo.

Natsume Naoki gave her monthly family living expenses, and she saved them up. Occasionally, she bought a few very expensive but decent clothes and stuffed them in the closet for him, waiting for the man who was very nervous about life to find out.

The time may have passed a long time, and the invoice, price, etc. cannot be checked.

Her philosophy is that boys must be glamorous when going out, not to mention wearing gold and silver, but at least they must be clean and unconventional, so Natsume Naoki uses the best skin care products, hair care products and clothes.

Buy him the most expensive one based on your discernment.

So much so that until today, when she really wanted to buy herself some clothes, she actually didn't have much money to spare.

Pursing his lips, Asai was calm and sincere: "Is there anything between 10,000 yen and 30,000 yen?"

The shopping guide showed an embarrassed look almost instantly: "I'm really sorry, the cheapest clothes in our store cost at least 50,000 yen... Why don't you take a look first, even if you don't buy it, take a look at our store

Very welcome too.”

Fifty thousand yen, equivalent to RMB 2,500.

A piece of clothing costs two thousand and five thousand, which is no problem for rich guys and rich ladies. A pair of AJs costs several thousand yuan!

But Asai was in trouble.

This is the most money she can spare.

Is it really possible to...

"What are you talking about?" Amamiya Chizuru was followed by five or six shopping guides, each of whom was holding several gorgeous kimonos in his hand to wait on her.

Like a little princess, she was being compared one by one by the shopping guide, while she was disgusted with the selection in the mirror.

The chief underwear designer of a major brand is not that easy to fool. No matter how much the shopping guide boasts about her, she still feels there are flaws.

Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of Asai Mao, who was having trouble following the shopping guide. The smart little rich woman had already guessed what was going on.

"Didn't I say when I walked in that I would pay for all the purchases during the time I was in the store?"

The shopping guide over there was stunned: "Ms. Amamiya, when will you..."

"I said it." Chizuru Amamiya said with an unquestionable expression on her face: "I think you probably didn't hear it. What do you think?"

The shopping guide was confused, but he knew how to answer now.

"Maybe I heard it wrong... Miss, you heard it too." She turned around and smiled and said to Asai Mao: "You don't have to worry about the price anymore. I'll take you shopping?"

Asai Mao looked at Amamiya Chizuru and replied calmly: "Do you think I owe you this favor?"

"I think you misunderstood." Chizuru Amamiya didn't even look at her, as if she in the mirror was the most dazzling focus of the audience at the moment, "I'm not targeting you, but all consumers... you too

I see, you are not the only one in this store, there are other customers besides us... So if you try to put money on your face, I don't mind, I really don't want to spend my money.

You don't have to buy it here... eh, it hurts!"

At some point, Natsume Naoki had walked behind Amamiya Chizuru, and lightly hit her on the head with his fist: "Okay, that's the end of your speech, kid! If you say such arrogant words again, I will hold you back."

Go visit a roadside stall~"

Amamiya Chizuru covered her head, because she was carrying several sets of kimonos in her hands, which looked like mimosa wrapped in leaves for defense: "I don't want to wear those cheap clothes!"

"Class discrimination, right?" Naoki Natsume punched her through the clothes again: "Don't forget that my family is the manufacturer of these clothes."

"I'm not discriminating against people who wear or make clothes," Amamiya Chizuru pouted, "I'm discriminating against designers who design clothes. It's obvious that they can design better-looking shapes and styles, even for clothes.

The material is not that good... It's like the cook dislikes the cooking skills, not the people who eat."

Just when Amamiya Chizuru was sternly excusing herself from her crime, Natsume Naoki blocked her ears and smiled fondly at her: "You can't hear me, I don't care, you are just such a arrogant lady who discriminates against the poor.

."

"You asked for a beating!" Chizuru Amamiya bit her little tiger teeth and said, "Believe it or not, I will do a knight flying kick again! Just because I couldn't beat you that night doesn't mean I can't beat you today."

Natsume Naoki thought of the scratches on his back and the scene when he saw his grandma waving to him after being kicked by a knight in the office, and felt a little scared.

At this time, Izumi Mio was already standing in front of Natsume Naoki.

"Don't get rough with Naoki-kun!" The senior shook her head and showed off the momentum she had when she was the president of a sports club and taught her juniors a lesson.

Amamiya Chizuru's eyes widened, looking at this guy who was confusing right and wrong out of thin air, "Wow! You couldn't see it when he hit me on the head just now, and now you're jumping out to defend him, right? Why did I say he was so stupid before?

Yes, now I have become glib and tongue-in-cheek, it turned out to be your habit!"

Izumi Mio was confused for a while.

Is it my fault?

Before she could think about it, Amamiya Chizuru over there started bombarding her with every word: "I used to call her Natsume-kun, but today I changed my name to Naoki-kun for no reason! She also laughed at me and said that unilaterally declaring a boyfriend is a bad behavior. How?
To be continued...