The manager standing aside was in a dilemma. On one side was the daughter of the Murong family, and on the other was Mrs. Ming's friend. If he offended either of them, he would not be able to survive in S city.
Murong Jing raised the corners of her lips and pretended to be generous and said: "Hey, they opened the store to do business, and the people who came were customers. What are you doing to embarrass them? But..." She raised her eyebrows and looked at Lin Jiyue, "
There should be no chance that Yao will marry you, right?"
No matter how good-tempered Lin Jiyue is, she can't help but get angry, but there is someone who is angrier than her, with a loud and straightforward voice: "Whoever marries our Xiaoyue has nothing to do with you, just be polite!"
Su Qianqian put on her wedding dress and walked out, immediately astonishing the audience. It was the final work of a famous designer who was about to retire. It was completely hand-made and the only one in the world. Su Qianqian's aura when she put it on was even more...
Being invincible is a natural pride that never admits defeat.
Murong Jing was robbed of her beauty, and her expression immediately changed.
"Who are you?" asked the sharp-faced girl just now, who is also Murong Jing's good friend and Nangong Jue's sister Nangong Shan.
"Who am I?" Su Qianqian sneered, turned to the manager and said, "Manager Ma, tell her who I am!" Very good, but it's just bullying, who wouldn't?
The manager secretly screamed for help and introduced: "Ms. Nangong, this is Mr. Ming's wife."
"Which Mr. Ming..." Nangongshan was a little disdainful, and suddenly exclaimed, "Are you Ming Ruisi?"
Manager Ma laughed and said, "It's Mr. Mingruisi."
Murong Jing then looked directly at Su Qianqian, her eyes filled with suspicion and exploration.
Su Qianqian protected Lin Jiyue behind her and let them watch her elegantly. Moreover, she was a head taller than Murong Jing in nine-inch high heels, giving her a condescending aura.
Mingruisi, the famous but mysterious Mr. Ming.
Nangong Shan originally wanted to say something, but Murong Jing stopped her. Furthermore, she took a step forward and reached out to show her kindness to Su Qianqian: "Mrs. Ming? I'm sorry."
Su Qianqian raised her chin slightly and stared at her coldly and arrogantly for a while. Then she gently tapped the back of her hand, then immediately took it back and raised her lips with a fake smile: "Sorry, I'm a bit mysophobic.
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Murong Jing almost fainted when she heard this. She blushed and said "you" for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.
The atmosphere became more tense now.
Just at this time, a pleasant and gentle voice sounded: "What? Have you made your choice?"
Zhuang Licheng pushed open the glass door and walked in. His cold eyes met Lin Jiyue who was standing not far away without warning, and then he stared at her deeply.
There is a kind of look that lasts forever.
There is a feeling that is irreplaceable.
There is a lover who can never be forgotten.
It's just that Zhuang Licheng's focused eyes only lasted for a second before he quickly moved away, as if they were just passers-by who met each other by chance.
He calmly walked to Murong Jing's side, smiled and said, "Which design did you choose?"
Seeing his cold reaction, Murong Jing smiled sweetly with peace of mind, took his arm and sat aside: "Didn't I tell you not to come? The doctor asked you to rest more, why are you always on your own?
Run out?" She asked warmly, as if she wanted to vent her grievances just now, and was eager to show intimacy in front of Lin Jiyue, "Come and take a look, I just chose a few styles, and I still can't make up my mind. I'm almost worried to death.