The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

Xing Jiuan said that he didn't want to change clothes anymore. Lin Ling took a look at the dress she had just selected. She thought Xing Jiuan would look good on it.

But Xing Jiuan was unwilling, and she couldn't force her.

After all, she is a senior sister who loves her junior sister very much.

Lin Ling could only regret giving up the idea of ​​watching Xing Jiu'an put on this dress, and asked the shopping guide to put the dress away and pay the bill and leave.

Xing Jiuan rubbed his brows, she was a little bit tired when she was tired.

Sure enough, she doesn't like shopping.

"Senior Sister, go eat." Xing Jiuan hummed, "It's noon, don't look at the clothes."

Xing Jiu'an didn't know why Lin Ling was obsessed with buying her clothes. Her clothes were sent in batch after batch. Even if there were ten Xing Jiu'an could not finish them, they were kept at home after they bought them.

Not to mention taking up space, it's a waste.

"That's okay." Lin Ling asked to send her clothes to Xing Jiu'an's house, and she was still sighing, "There are still many shops that haven't visited."

"It's only three days, don't I want to see more."

"Senior Sister, I have enough clothes." Xing Jiuan said helplessly, "I don't wear too much if you buy so many."

Xing Jiuan never cared about dressing up.

The long one looks good with a sack.

Sometimes she thinks that which clothes she really likes will buy two more, and wear them in rotation, most of the time she pays attention to her comfort.

A year ago, I spent dozens of dollars on a piece of clothing, and I felt quite satisfied with it, so I bought two pieces of different colors to wear together.

I haven't lost it yet.

Many expensive and exquisite clothes were placed in the storeroom and they were not worn through when they fell ashes.

"You don't understand." Lin Ling pretended to sigh deeply. "Every girl probably has a dream of changing up a beautiful doll!"

Xing Jiu'an was indifferent.

...

No, Sister, this should be just yourself.

Don't involve everyone in your own actions.

There is no dream like you in front of you!

Lin Ling naturally noticed the look in Xing Jiu'an. Xing Jiu'an grew up so big that he could be a pillar of others when he was outside. When facing his relatives, he would not hide anything like a child.

Lin Ling could see clearly the upright "sarcasm and indifference".

"What kind of look, bad girl." Lin Ling squeezed Xing Jiu'an's face lightly, and said with a smile.

"Not big or small."

Xing Jiuan's expression on my face was aggrieved but I did not say anything.

Lin Ling rubbed her face again, "Can I go to the hot pot? I'll pay you apologize."

A certain little devil raised his chin slightly, "It's OK."

Lin Ling chuckled helplessly, pulling Xing Jiuan and leaving.

Lin Ling wears high heels, a bit taller than Xing Jiuan who wears sneakers. She doesn't walk slowly, and the high heels do not restrict her movement at all.

Xing Jiuan couldn't help but sigh.

After walking around for so long in high heels, the elder sister didn't feel tired?

Xing Jiu'an didn't wear high heels, but she didn't feel very comfortable, she would grind her feet, and she would restrict her movement, which was sometimes inconvenient.

For Xing Jiu'an, who doesn't know when to do it, high heels are a cumbersome existence.

But she has a lot of high-heeled shoes, and there is a special room in a house to put them.

Before the two went out, they ran into someone who was a little familiar.

The other party saw the two of them and hurried over.

Lin Ling was still a little surprised, but Xing Jiu'an didn't show any expression.