The clerk came over diligently with a smile: "Yes, except for the lady, I'm afraid no one can wear it. Because this skirt is out of size, it is currently on sale at 30% off, and only the last one in size S is left.
Already."
Under Chen Mo's enthusiastic persuasion, Xiang Xiaochuang finally went to the fitting room and changed out.
The long hair hangs down on her shoulders, perfectly covering up the bare back created by the thin sheet. This skirt seems to be tailor-made for her, from waist to chest, it fits perfectly.
"You're so beautiful! Xiaochuang, I almost thought you were a fairy from heaven!" Chen Mo opened her mouth in admiration, and even the clerk looked in amazement and said yes again and again.
Xiang Xiaochuang opened the sign and said hesitantly: "It's too expensive."
"With a 30% discount, it's not expensive. Miss, you also know that this is the Yves Saint Laurent brand, and the workmanship is so exquisite. If you wear it, you will definitely turn heads."
"Buy it, Xiaochuang!" Chen Mo persuaded, "You have to be kind to yourself. The cost of Xiaoling's surgery cannot be saved by just saving a piece of clothing. You are living too hard."
"No, it's better to save as much as possible. I'm afraid that there will be times when she can't survive the dialysis." Xiang Xiaochuang whispered and insisted on taking off her long skirt. When she came out, she saw Chen Mo holding a
wallet.
"I paid for you. When Xiaoling's illness is cured, you can make up for it later when you have money." Chen Mo took the long skirt from her hand, and the clerk packed it up and handed it over diligently.
Gave it to her.
Feeling a little uneasy, Xiang Xiaochuang said awkwardly: "I don't even know when I can..."
"Then consider it as a gift from me. Considering my friendship with you, it's not too much, right?" Chen Mo couldn't help but say, pulling her out of the store.
She walked slowly along the street to her home with the bag in hand, with a watery smile on her face. Young girls still love beauty after all, and this long dress fit her so well that she couldn't bear to let it go.
When I walked downstairs, I suddenly stopped and stared blankly at the Rolls-Royce, which was out of place in this neighborhood, and the man who was leaning elegantly on the car and smoking.
With his slanted eyebrows, straight bridge of nose and thin lips, he was just standing casually, but he looked like a prince who had stepped into the slums. Under the night, there was a somewhat melancholy mood, but because of a sudden smile, he became warm and gentle.
Got up.
Xiang Xiaochuang stood quietly, losing the courage to move forward.
"Going out? You came back so late after playing. I've been waiting for you for a long time." He said calmly, "If you don't want to be the center of attention, get in the car and talk."
Xiang Xiaochuang subconsciously took a few steps back and murmured: "Between us... there is nothing to say."
"Come in, the one-week deadline is up, where's your answer?"
Xiang Xiaochuang was pushed into the car by him, and only then did he think of what he said about considering it for a week. He couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead and begged with a grimace: "President, Mr. Du, I remember not agreeing to consider it, so I rejected it at that time."
Du Jiawen put out his cigarette and clasped the leather seat with his hands: "Really? Has your boyfriend dated you recently?"
Xiang Xiaochuang looked at him alertly: "He is quite busy, so we don't see each other often."
Du Jiawen gave a sarcastic smile: "Maybe he is living and drinking elsewhere, and you are still protecting your body for him?"
"Please don't slander him! My rejection of you has nothing to do with him. As far as my moral bottom line is concerned, I will refuse without hesitation." Xiang Xiaochuang pursed his lips and insisted.