Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 166 Making a Koi in the Chronicle 25
Lingyan's eyelids drooped slightly, facing Xiaohong's harshness without emotional ups and downs, her eyes were very pale, and she said very calmly: "What material is it made of?"

Faced with her good temper, Xiaohong looked her over from head to toe with scrutinizing eyes.

The people in Jinghai don't look like her no matter how poorly they are dressed, the old styles and outdated fabrics, and look at the mud prints on the side of the shoes, they are sloppy and dirty.

Xiaohong snorted secretly.

This belt is imported from Hong Kong, and the unit price is 180 yuan.

The 180 yuan is probably the expenses of her family for a year, right?

Xiaohong covered her disdain and showed a standard eight-teeth smile: "This belt is the most expensive in our shop, 180 yuan."

Lingyan nodded: "So what material is it made of?"

"Cowhide." Being asked repeatedly, Xiao Hong curled her lips and said.

Lingyan: "I need to buy one."

"Really?" Xiaohong's eyes lit up, and she immediately changed her attitude, but her eyes rolled in circles: "Do you have this money?"

"Yeah." Ling Yan pulled the corner of her lips, revealing a nice smile.

Knowing her exact attitude, Xiaohong cheerfully raised a sincere smile.

Now the department store in Jinghai has been reformed. The employees are no longer paid a dead salary, but have a commission in addition to the basic salary.

There are many picky customers, and the salespersons are hit one after another. After the mentality collapses, they start to be impatient with customers. This is a common thing.

Lingyan stood there calmly, seeing Xiaohong picking up the belt with a smile, chuckled lightly: "I don't want this one, you get me another one."

"Ah?!" Xiaohong was taken aback.

"You've touched it, how can I give it away? If you don't think it's dirty, have you washed your hands?" Ling Yan showed a soft smile on her face, dragging the end of each word.

With this sound, Xiao Hong's face immediately turned ugly.

But make sure she wants to buy it, and no one will be against money.

Just smiled and apologized reluctantly: "I just said something wrong, Miss, don't bother with me, I'll get you a new one right now."

Lingyan's red lips hooked slightly, and she nodded lightly: "Yes."

Xiaohong turned around and went into the warehouse, found a new belt and came out, took out the bill to invoice, Lingyan said again.

"Change another one."

Xiaohong clenched the pen tightly, and smiled hard: "Miss, is there any problem this time?"

"I said, don't want the one you touched, don't you understand?"

Aya smoke is just a very plain narrative.

"Don't go too far!" Xiaohong has a bad temper and is used to being arrogant at her in-law's house. Except for a few strange customers, she has never encountered such embarrassing people.

Lingyan tilted her head: "I'm going too far, what's the matter?"

How, how can it be?
Gritting her teeth, Xiao Hong cursed secretly, suppressed her anger, put on a pair of gloves, and brought a new pair over.

"Is this all right, Miss."

It was almost a biting question, with fire in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Yayan was very satisfied, and showed a rare joyful smile, and her eyes shone brightly.

"Okay."

She took out the spare money from her pocket, found a hundred and eight and handed it to her, Xiaohong stretched out her hand accordingly.

"Oh, I was so careless, please pick it up."

Just as Xiaohong was about to catch it, Lingyan made a move, and the money fell to the ground and landed at her feet.

Lingyan let out a feigned surprise, smiled awkwardly, and shrugged her shoulders.

Seeing her deliberately loosen the money so that it fell to the ground, and pretending to be innocent, Xiaohong's brain was congested with anger.

Unbearable, he clenched his fist and slapped it on the counter.

"You deceive people too much, I won't sell it to you!"

This roar attracted another salesperson, Xiaomei.

Xiaomei is a woman in her thirties, with narrow eyes and a sharp nose, giving her a mean look.

This is the top seller in this store, the number one in sales every month, and the mouth is very clever.

"What's the matter?" Xiaomei still held a glass of water in her hand, and handed it to Lingyan politely.

Lingyan hesitated for half a second, took it and said thank you warmly, and then said: "I need this belt, but this salesman doesn't seem willing to sell it to me."

"Xiaohong, is that so?" Xiaomei turned her head to look at Xiaohong who was full of dissatisfaction and anger.

Xiaohong was annoyed: "It's obvious that she made things difficult for me on purpose, picking and choosing, and throwing money to insult me!"

The two are colleagues, and Xiaomei knows what kind of person the other party is.

Xiaomei squatted down and picked up the money one by one, apologized for Xiaohong, and continued to smile.

"Miss, let me buy the order for you, can I?"

Lingyan hummed, and looked away from watching the play, no longer in the mood to continue being funny.

After paying the bill quickly, Lingyan carried the bag and smiled at Xiaohong in a very embarrassing manner.

"see you later."

After saying that, he left.

Xiao Hong, who was angry and crying, was left behind.

***
As soon as he went out, he saw Wen Shenli carrying a large bag in the aisle.

Wen Shenli looked down at the watch on his wrist, looked up and saw Lingyan approaching slowly.

Walking over without changing his expression, he took the things in her hands and looked into the store where she came out.

"Let's go."

"Why don't you ask me what I bought?"

"What did you buy?" He was so obedient, he would do whatever he asked him to do.

"Give me your belt."

Ayano pursed her lips and smiled.

In her dynasty, giving a belt represented a woman's admiration for a man. If a man also liked a woman, he would accept it. If he came to propose a marriage on a certain day, if he didn't like it, he would not accept it.

Lingyan didn't tell him what it meant, and pulled him to a corner domineeringly, and replaced the belt on his trouser waist with the one she bought.

"How do you like it?"

Wen Shenli looked down.

The style she chose was simple and nothing special, but she always suspected that it looked much better than other belts.

"like."

"I like it too." Lingyan frowned and let go of him: "Let's go back."

"Okay." Wen Shenli took her back to the courtyard.

At this time, Wen's parents had already left work and were cooking in the kitchen.

Wen Shenli was sitting in the study, holding a black gift box in his hand, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses beside him.

There was a knock on the door of the study, Wen Shenli came back to his senses, put the gift box into the cabinet, picked up the glasses cloth slowly, and wiped the gold-rimmed glasses slowly.

"Be cautious."

It's Father Wen.

Father Wen is a military officer, and after changing out of his regular uniform, the fierce aura that comes with him has not diminished.

He had a tough and serious face, as if someone owed him 80.

Wen Shenli responded softly, and heard the approaching footsteps, without stopping his movements.

It wasn't until Father Wen stood in front of him that he slowly opened a stool: "Father, please sit down."

Father Wen sat down, straightened his legs, drooped his bushy eyebrows, and lost his viciousness by two points.

"That little girl is Cheng Lingyan?"

"Yes, father."

"You like people?"

Father Wen asked casually, but saw his son paused, knowing that there was something to be done, and was amused.

"Let's talk."

(End of this chapter)