The corners of Xue Xue's mouth twitched. He Mengjie didn't bother to look at her expression, turned around and left the cramped dressing room.
Xue Xue followed He Mengjie out, probably turned around again, and asked Wenxuan in a sweet voice: "Does this look good?"
"This is the most beautiful dress you have ever tried on!" Wenxuan replied very firmly, "Just buy this one, if you try anything else, it will definitely not be as good as this one!" He was eager to end the wait.
"Okay, that's it!" Xue Xue agreed happily, preparing to go back to the locker room to change back.
Wenxuan said hurriedly: "Just wear it. Isn't the original skirt all dirty?" He couldn't even wait for her to change clothes, or he was tired of it. He Mengjie felt that Xue Xue's move was really good.
Not very clever.
Xue Xue smiled: "I want to wear this one, but the bottom of this skirt is a little wrinkled. I want the salesperson to get me a new one."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Tingyu shouted to the salesperson in a sweet voice, which quickly attracted the salesperson's attention. "Auntie, my aunt's skirt is a little wrinkled, please get her a new one."
?" Wen Tingyu said generously and gracefully when he saw the salesman approaching.
The salesperson smiled apologetically at Xue Xue and said, "We only have one size of each size here. If you don't mind, I can iron it for you, okay?"
Xue Xue looked at Wenxuan questioningly, and Wenxuan immediately nodded: "Just this one, iron it quickly, this one looks the best!"
The salesman said apologetically to Xue Xue: "Miss, please take off your skirt and wait for me in the dressing room. It only takes five minutes!"
Xue Xue had no choice but to nod, take off her skirt, hand it out, and wait.
Wen Tingyu saw the salesperson walking toward the bar with the skirt, and quickly followed her, saying in a sweet voice: "Auntie, can I go with you to take a look?"
The salesman reached out and pinched her cheek, and responded with fondness: "Okay!"
Wenxuan turned to look at He Mengjie, who immediately looked away and ignored him. Of course she would not tell Wenxuan what Xue Xue had just said to her, but that didn't mean she wasn't angry.
Wenxuan probably thought there was nothing wrong with Wen Tingyu going to see him, so he didn't say anything.
Five minutes felt so long, and it was not easy before Wen Tingyu jumped up and handed the skirt into the dressing room. He Mengjie took a long breath and sighed, half of the boring work was finally done, and the next step is
It’s time to have dinner.
Dinner was indeed French.
In He Mengjie's opinion, those things that don't seem to be filling enough are really not as good as the stir-fried food in the food stalls.
Xue Xue finally finished the meal with a heavy taste. While tasting the dessert elegantly, Xue Xue smiled warmly at Wenxuan: "Wenxuan, thank you very much for your patience today. I think it is perfect!"
He Mengjie couldn't help but curl her lips, "Your sister is perfect!" She was so fed up with this kind of woman that she couldn't help but curse.
Wenxuan was quite tolerant and still replied with a polite smile: "It's nothing, we are classmates, I should!"
Xue Xue raised her eyebrows, her eyes filled with ambiguity: "Are you just a classmate?"
Wen Tingyu, who had been silent for the meal, came on stage at this time. She looked at the plates on the table with a disdainful look, and said to Wenxuan in an irrelevant manner: "Dad, today's meal is better than
It’s much worse than the last meal you took Teacher He to have!”