Xiaoxiao couldn't help but take out the diamond pendant her father gave her when she was admitted to college, and compared it repeatedly.
If the things in the window are diamonds, then the ones on her body must be stones!
No wonder those rich people are so obsessed with famous brands, because they are really different from those copycats.
The brand that amazes her the most is Bvlgari!
When reading magazines before, she never liked the world's top jewelry brand from Italy.
Because she felt that Bulgari’s jewelry had too many colors and was too bright, giving people a vulgar feeling.
But when she actually stood in front of Bulgari's colorful treasure necklace, she was completely conquered by it.
It turns out that the vulgar ones are just photos, and the colors of the genuine products are as beautiful as spring flowers.
Unknowingly, she fell in love with this necklace.
Every time she goes out, she always takes a look, as if she can never get enough of it.
It was another new day. After going out, Xiaoxiao ran directly to the Bulgari display window and carefully admired her favorite.
The midsummer breeze blew slightly, lifting her hair and fluttering in front of the glass window.
"It's so beautiful, husband, when will you give me one?" A female voice sounded behind her.
She turned around and saw a young couple standing behind her.
"Are you Chinese too?" the young woman asked enthusiastically.
Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "Yes, you too?"
"Well, we are here for our honeymoon, what about you?" the young woman said happily.
"I..." Faced with this question, Xiaoxiao hesitated: "I... I came here for a walk alone."
"Wow... come to Paris for a casual walk? You are so rich. Are you the second generation of officials? Or the second generation of rich people?" the young woman said with great envy.
"No, I am studying in France, so I naturally have more opportunities than you at home." Xiaoxiao lied casually to excuse herself.
"It turns out you are an international student. By the way, could you please take a photo for us?"
"Okay, right here?"
"Yes, right here, in front of this necklace."
"Honey, you are too bourgeois. Do you want to take photos of this thing?" The young man who had been silent for a long time finally spoke.
"It's up to you. If you don't like taking photos, I'll take them alone!"
In the end, the young man couldn't resist his wife, and the two stood in front of the beautiful necklace and took a photo.
When leaving, the young woman looked back reluctantly: "If I could wear it, I would laugh in my dreams."