She was born into poverty. Unlike Zeng Sihui, she knew how to use and match luxury goods since she was a child.
She couldn't understand even more why she spent tens of thousands of dollars to buy a bag.
"Niuniu, bags are the face of a woman. They don't save money. Do you know how many bags I have? I bought at least hundreds of them in the past two years, and many of them are out-of-print items brought back from abroad by my uncles and brothers.
I’ll give you a few more when you get back.”
Zeng Sihui hugged her shoulders and said.
Yang Zimi was sweating.
Children from wealthy families are different. They can spend tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands on a bag.
Children from poor families still have to worry about food and clothing.
I couldn't help but think of the misery of my previous life.
In order to earn a few dollars a day, he squatted on the street like a beggar and a scoundrel, pulling passers-by around and playing tricks.
If I could meet this cousin at that time and ask her to sell a bag, I would be well off.
Seeing her bowing her head in thought, Zeng Sihui thought she was under pressure, "Niuniu, it is only natural for a sister to give something to her sister. I am happy to give it and you are happy to accept it. Don't feel any pressure."
"Um."
Yang Zimei nodded.
"Master Abe is here!"
When Yang Zimei was trying on shoes, a female clerk ran into the aisle excitedly.
"ah?"
When Zeng Sihui heard this, she pulled up Yang Zimei and said, "Don't buy it yet, let's go and take a look."
She asked the clerk to keep the things for her, and excitedly rushed out with Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei followed her helplessly.
As soon as I reached the stairs, I saw a group of people walking down below.
Walking at the front were two men in black suits with sharp eyes and strong bodies who looked like bodyguards.
Among them, like stars over the moon, is a "man" wearing a bright blue suit, tall and handsome, with a handsome face, but with a touch of alienated indifference.
Yang Zimei recognized at a glance that this was Abe Qianan.
He is really handsome, even Zhuge Yue can't compare to him.
Moreover, the pace of his walk is very much like that of a man. No matter from which angle you look at it, you can't tell that he is a man disguised as a man.
The shape of his lips is somewhat similar to Sadako's, with the corners of his lips slightly raised. Because of his cold temperament, he gives people a sinister and sexy feeling.
"Mr. Abe!"
When Zeng Sihui saw Abe Qian'an, she screamed in surprise and wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by the two bodyguards, "Miss, please respect yourself and don't block Master Abe's way."
Zeng Sihuifang noticed her abruptness and hurriedly stepped aside, but her eyes were looking at Abe Qiannan with incomparable obsession, and she even pulled Yang Zimei's arm and shouted, "Niuniu, look, isn't he handsome?"
He is such a noble man, I like him so much, do you like him?"
Zeng Sihui's shouting was so loud that it attracted Abe Qiannan's attention, and he raised his eyes and glanced at them indifferently.
Catched by his gaze, Zeng Sihui felt as if she had been struck by lightning and was about to faint.
Yang Zimei's eyes collided with Abe Qian'an's.
Seeing that her eyes were not as obsessed and crazy as those of other women, but rather calm and inquiring, as if she wanted to see through his disguise and soul, Abe Qian'o couldn't help but be slightly surprised, dodged her gaze, and continued
Move forward.
"Niuniu, he just looked at me!"
Zeng Sihui grabbed Yang Zimei's hand excitedly, her face was bright red and she looked like a nymphomaniac.
"hehe."
Yang Zimei smiled and looked at Abe Qiannan's back.