Zhong Qing chose clothes based on the size of her figure, then walked into the changing room to try them on.
This cheongsam is dark purple.
Most people will look very old if they wear dark purple clothes, but after Zhong Qing wears them, they look even more stylish.
There are colorful flowers on it. The upper part of the body is made of colorful peony flowers blooming with halo. The lower part of the body looks like a peacock's tail, very gorgeous.
After she put it on, she walked out and shocked everyone in the room.
"Many people have tried this dress, but the size is too small and they can't wear it. Moreover, it doesn't smell like this when I put it on."
"That's right...this young lady already looks good in this dress, but now she looks even more beautiful."
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These compliments were sincere and not mixed with any flattery or flattery.
Zhong Qing smiled and looked in the mirror. From where she looked, everything looked suitable.
"Miss, let me take your measurements. Next time, if you want clothes, you can order them in advance. You have a great figure. There are few ready-made clothes in this size."
The shopkeeper came over with a measuring tape.
When he was about to measure Zhong Qing's clothes, Yi Jian stood up lazily and walked over.
She hugged Zhongqing calmly, looked in the mirror, and looked at it carefully with a deep look in her eyes.
For a moment, Zhong Qing forgot where Yi Jian was sitting. She tilted her head in embarrassment and asked casually: "Does it look good?"
"Yes." Yi Jian nodded, took out the money and paid.
When he left, he seemed to have thought of something, picked up the pen and paper beside him, and wrote down three numbers smoothly.
Passed it to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper took a look at it and knew that it was the size of Zhong's clothes. He suddenly smiled and said: "Thank you for your patronage, thank you for your patronage! If you need it, you can always come here to make a reservation... New fabrics will be available next month, and you can also
Come and see.”
Yi Jian has always been like this. When he entered the clothing store, he never said a word. Except when Zhongqing asked him if he looked good, he responded with one word. The rest of the time, he was very silent.
Therefore, at this time, the shopkeeper's enthusiasm and Yi Jian's coldness formed a picture.
Zhong Qing tilted her head and glanced at the numbers on the shopkeeper's head. They were written with flying dragons and phoenixes, which was very eye-catching.
