The pampered of the age, the delicate beauty was spoiled by the rough man

Chapter 335

Su Xue felt that Zhang Qingtian was exaggerating.

She smiled and cast a glance at Zhang Qingtian, saw the soda on the counter with her sharp eyes, thought for a while, walked over and bought twenty bottles in one go.

Zhang Qingtian:? ? ? ?
"Miss Qing, help me get it."

Su Xue was carrying a bunch of soft drinks, and there were some she couldn't finish, so she asked Zhang Qingtian to help.

Zhang Qingtian was helpless.

"What are you buying so much soda for?"

"Drink, I made money today!" Su Xue smiled with her eyebrows bent, revealing the two shallow dimples on her cheeks, making people want to indulge in it just by looking at it.

Even if Zhang Qingtian felt that Su Xue wasted money, he couldn't speak harshly to such a person.

"You, you can't spend it like this even if you earn money!"

"It's okay, Sister Qing, you can't get rich by saving money." Although Su Xue didn't know that money made money, she didn't have the habit of not spending a dime.

Since she can earn money by herself, she can spend it when she should. As long as she still has the skills to earn money, she is not afraid of running out of food.

And today Luo Xiaolin gave her the final payment, and the lesbians in Luo Xiaolin's dormitory each gave a deposit of two yuan, so she had money in hand.

Zhang Qingtian can't say no to Su Xue, so she can only let her come.

They walked to the parking place behind the supply and marketing cooperative, and Su Xue handed a bottle of soda to the driver who was driving.The driver was flattered and waved his hands again and again.

"How is this possible? Such an expensive thing..."

"It's already troublesome to take your car. A bottle of soda is nothing, so don't refuse."

The driver pushed back a few more times, knowing that Su Xue really wanted to give it, so he took the soda with a smile.

Su Xueyou returned to the back of the truck and climbed into the carriage with Zhang Qingtian's help. She handed Zhang Qingtian three bottles of soda and asked her to take them home for her husband and child.

"How can this be done? We want to buy it ourselves, and you can bring it back to your younger brothers and sisters at home." Zhang Qingtian didn't want it.

"Sister Qing, don't you need to be polite to me?" Su Xue looked at Zhang Qingtian helplessly. "This is not a precious thing. You have been polite to me, so I will never dare to ask you for help in the future."

"I don't dare to call you sister anymore."

Zhang Qingtian sighed and took the three bottles of soda.

"You are just being polite."

"No, let's share the joy of making money together."

Su Xue smiled softly.

The car started and returned to the town. Because of the bottle of soda, the driver went around to Su Xue's shop to put Su Xue down, and then took Zhang Qingtian and the goods back.

Su Xue opened the door with her things, took down the rest sign, walked to the small table next to the sewing machine inside, put the things down, took out a pen and paper from the drawer, and started drawing.

This is a picture of the clothes designed for the girls in the art troupe.After they paid the deposit, Su Xue had to draw out the style of the clothes first, and after they had seen it for confirmation, Su Xue would then pull the cloth and start making.

This series of processes is actually quite troublesome, so it is really not expensive for her to charge five yuan for a piece of clothing.

Su Xue was working seriously in the store. A woman in her thirties was outside the store and peered in. Her small eyes were rolling around, and she seemed to be a very scheming person.

This is the third time that Widow Huang has come here today.

The first two times she came, Su Xue happened to be closed.Now when I came here for the third time, I found that Su Xue had opened the door. She should have walked in generously, but she just kept looking in at the door like a thief.

That's very annoying.

Su Xue noticed that there was someone at the door, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a woman. She didn't pay much attention to it, but continued to do her own thing.

Widow Huang looked outside the door, rolled her small eyes, coughed, pulled her clothes and walked in.

"Cough cough cough... is anyone there?"

The Yellow Widow pretended to speak.

Su Xue raised her head from her notebook and looked at Widow Huang.Widow Huang also saw Su Xue.Turned out to be such a foxy girl with such a distinctive appearance?Widow Huang was shocked. She had heard that the owner of the newly opened Su Ji in the town was very young, but she never expected to be so young.

And even if she is young, she has such a good skin.Beautiful and smooth, a pair of slightly raised foxy eyes are very seductive...

No wonder their tailor shop can't compete with her, so it's because of this face!

Widow Huang snorted coldly.His eyes fell on the clothes on one side, and he reached out to touch them.

"Wait a moment."

Su Xue stood up abruptly, walked out from behind quickly, and stopped Widow Huang.

"Ma'am, do you want to order clothes or buy clothes?"

Su Xue stopped in front of Widow Huang and asked in a bad tone.

Just as Widow Huang was startled by Su Xue's sudden sound, she subconsciously took her hand back.When she recovered, Su Xue was already standing in front of her.

"Let me see your clothes."

Widow Huang opened her mouth somewhat lacking in confidence, and wanted to touch Su Xue's clothes.

Su Xue frowned: "Auntie, you want to see that I have no objection, but can you stop touching?"

"What do you mean?" Widow Huang paused, and she knew what it meant without Su Xue's reminder in the next second.I saw that the hand that was born was almost the same as the one that had just been pulled out of the cesspit.It wasn't that dark, but it wasn't clean either.

Her thumbs were black, and her long nails were filled with black mud. She hadn't washed her hands for many days.With such hands, she wanted to touch Su Xue's clothes for sale as soon as she came up. Su Xue really didn't like it.

As long as the yellow widow is thin-skinned, she will take her hand away at this time and leave Su Xue's shop.But it's a pity that she is not only not thin-skinned, but also super thick.

After Su Xue finished speaking, she immediately said in dissatisfaction: "What do you mean? Aren't you selling these clothes? What's wrong with my dirty hands? You don't have people with dirty hands hanging outside, can't you?" Come in."

"Besides, my hands are dirty because I just went to work. I am a working people and I am honored. You discriminate against working people. You are a capitalist."

"..."

Su Xue didn't expect the widow Huang to speak so well.

She didn't want to get entangled with her, but the other party obviously didn't think so.The tip of Su Xue's nose wrinkled, listening to the sentences that kept popping out of Widow Huang's mouth, she could almost pinch a fly to death between her eyebrows.

Su Xue tried her best to speak with a good temper.

"Auntie, I didn't tell you not to let you see my clothes. I just want to remind you that my clothes are light-colored. You touch them before you are not sure whether to buy them. After leaving your fingerprints, I am very upset. Difficult to sell to other customers."

"Am I not a customer? If you don't let me touch or look at it, how do I know whether I want to buy it or not?"

"You can't wear it." Su Xue said bluntly: "This dress is not my aunt's size."

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying I'm fat?" The yellow widow hated people to say two things about her, one was that she was Kefu, and the other was that she was fat.Unfortunately, Su Xue happened to step on the thunder.

But she didn't think she was wrong.

She is telling the truth.

"No matter the style or color of this dress, it is worn by young girls. Auntie, you are not suitable."

"Oh, what a joke, if you say I'm not suitable, I'm not suitable anymore?" Widow Huang's face was so widowed that when she got angry, her eyes were pulled upside down even more, giving people a feeling that her entire facial features were being pulled down.

Su Xue nodded without hesitation.

"Yes. As I said, this dress doesn't suit you."

(End of this chapter)