What does this woman look like? Why does Yang Ruoyan feel that she looks like a person? She looks like... Chen Yibo's bride!

"Hey, I'm interested in this first!"

Hu Mengke shouted.

The woman looked at Hu Mengke and Yang Ruoyan with a very despicable gaze.

Both of them were wearing street stall goods, but they still wanted to compete with her for clothes?

"Hmph, it's so funny!"

She smiled coldly, Yu pointed at Yang Ruoyan meaningfully and said:

"I really don't understand how people came in like this? Has the Star Building become a slum? It seems that I have to buy it in another place in the future. If I get promoted, I will encounter such dirty people and it will be turbid.

My eyes ruined my interest.”

"Hey, how did you talk? We are dirty? I think you are dirty!"

Hu Mengke looked like he was about to pounce on him and beat him.

Yang Ruoyan hurriedly grabbed her, pursed her eyebrows, and shook her head.

I feel like this woman must have seen it somewhere, otherwise she wouldn't have looked so familiar. Moreover, she was clearly saying this to her, and it smells very much.

"Miss Zhao Wanxin, don't speak so badly, be careful to flash your tongue."

Lin Zefeng touched the clothes on the dummy model, pretending that he didn't see her, and said to the salesperson who had just run over:

"Miss, I remember that each of your brand of clothes has only one set, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Lin, we coco designers only have one set of products for each product. She pays great attention to the retention of inspiration. Each set of clothes is her bold attempt and is only sold to those who are destined to wear them."

The salesperson obviously knew Lin Zefeng and explained politely.

"Have Coco returned to China? I remember that I was on the phone with her a few days ago and was still in Italy."

"Not yet, Mr. Lin. If you want to find Miss Coco, I think you can only call her privately, and we will find it difficult to notify her."

The salesperson said in embarrassment.

"No, I'll help me pack this piece. I can tell that Coco's clothes are specially designed for little women. It just so happens that my sister is suitable."

"Okay, Mr. Lin, please wait."

The salesperson took off the model's clothes neatly and said apologetically to Zhao Wanxin:

"Sorry, Miss Zhao, this dress is indeed not suitable for you to wear. Why not look at other clothes?"

Zhao Wanxin glared at the salesperson fiercely and said:

"Hey, how can I just sell it to Lin Zefeng and not to me? Do you look down on me? Although I am not a big star, I am also the second daughter of Zhao's company. Why do I want to sell it to them if I called you first?"

The salesperson felt ashamed, and the woman who was most difficult to get rid of the young lady's temper, explained helplessly:

"Miss Zhao, you haven't understood what I just said. Our coco said that the clothes she designed were only sold to those who are destined to wear them, and your figure is too tall and charming, and it is not suitable for this kind of obedient style.

Little feminine clothes!

Our coco-Miss often trains us. When a customer snatches up a piece of clothing, he only sells it to people who wear it on the spot. I’m sorry Miss Zhao!”

"What do you mean? Am I not as good as that vixen?"

Zhao Wanxin put one hand on her hips, pointed at Yang Ruoyan with the other hand, and shouted at the salesperson.

"Tsk, what are you shouting at someone who works? It's a mule or a horse. Just take it out and slip it away? It's said that the young ladies don't understand human words with their ears. It seems that this is true."
Chapter completed!