Chapter 745 If you don't sell it, you don't sell it
Due to the particularity of the clothes themselves, the clerk waits for the person who picks up the clothes to arrive before starting to pack them.
In order to avoid problems such as creases, the clerk carefully put it into the custom-made packaging bag, and then checked it three times to confirm that it was correct before giving it out.
But she didn't cover up her actions, so Sophia who was standing in the shop naturally saw her.
"Sell this to me, and I'll pay five times the price." Sophia raised her chin, showing arrogance in her gestures. "I can ignore your rudeness just now."
It seems that in her opinion, such a price is already a charity or a gift, and the other party should be grateful for Dade's acceptance and offer what she wants.
It's a pity that this is Sophia's self-indulgence.
Men simply don't care what these people say, and as for the shop assistants, they don't even talk about whether they are selling or not.
"You take it." The clerk handed the bag directly to the man, and then watched him leave.
Jiang Weiyang stared at the man's back, thought of what he had just heard, looked at the clerk and asked one more question.
"Did Murong Qiao buy it?" she asked.
Seeing the other party say the name and question, the clerk subconsciously glanced at his screen, and then showed a look of surprise.
"We keep customer information confidential." The clerk didn't say.
But Jiang Weiyang already knew her answer from her reaction.
Beside Sophia, her attention was still on the dress at first, but after hearing the word "Murong" several times in succession, her eyes drifted away.
Although she couldn't understand the pronunciation, she had heard this name many times when she knew Huo Yichen and Murong Qiao.
This person knows Murong Qiao?
Sophia's gaze fell on Jiang Weiyang beside her with a veiled scrutiny, and her mind was turning back and forth.
Jiang Weiyang, on the other hand, was thinking about Murong Qiao, but didn't notice Sophia's reaction.
Clothes are impossible to buy anymore.
Jiang Weiyang made a judgment in his heart, then looked at the name of the designer under the not-for-sale item in the window, thinking that this person seemed to have a good relationship with his brother, and had an idea in his heart.
If the identity of the person in front of her is enough to satisfy her, she can order one in her brother's name.
"I know the designer, if you like this one, maybe you can do it again." Jiang Weiyang spoke after deliberation.
Before she figured out the details of this obviously foreign girl, Jiang Weiyang's interest only increased.
Sophia was still thinking about the fact that the other party said Murong Qiao's name, although she was annoyed by that dress, but now there was something more concerned about her, so Sophia simply followed Jiang Weiyang's words and went on.
Following this conversation, the two learned each other's name.
Although in the first meeting just now, Sophia's obsession with skirts made people feel unfavorable, but Jiang Weiyang, who has the same thoughts, can understand Sophia's feelings very well.
Even in the following conversation, Jiang Weiyang added a lot of favor to this Sophia from the other party's decent performance and temperament.
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Afternoon is really a time for people to doze off, especially when the sun is gradually falling, and it is scattered through the almost unshaded floor-to-ceiling windows.
The golden light seems to have warmed up, dividing the office wantonly, allowing the appearance of light and shadow to outline the layering of the space, but the beauty of life in this life cannot be appreciated by the people in the room, on the contrary, it makes her a little drowsy .
Murong Qiao originally came to Huo's to look for Huo Yichen, but after learning that the other party was in a meeting, he sat on the sofa in the office and waited for someone.
As a result, waiting and waiting, the person changed from sitting to lying down.
The feeling of the sun shining on the body, as if covered with a weightless quilt, the warmth seduces the drowsiness in the body and begins to cause trouble.
"Hmm—" Murong Qiao had no choice but to yawn cooperatively.
Before she came, she had been shopping with Ruan Ying and Shen Xi for more than two hours, and now she gradually relaxed, and her eyelids began to fight as her body relaxed.
She was overwhelmed by sleepiness almost without resistance, and then fell asleep beautifully.
Just after a while, there were two inappropriate footsteps coming towards the office.
"This is the result of my investigation just now, you have-"
Ye Zhen followed behind Huo Yichen, and was about to hand in his investigation report, but in the next second, Huo Yichen pushed open the door of the office and stood at the door.
He looked at Huo Yichen standing there for some reason, but when he took a step forward, he saw Murong Qiao sleeping soundly on the sofa.
"Report to me, you go back first." Huo Yichen said softly.
Even though the distance from the door to the sofa would not allow their voices to reach Murong Qiao's ears, Huo Yichen subconsciously lowered his voice.
Ye Zhen nodded knowingly, not even saying "yes".
Huo Yichen walked in with the report. Even though he deliberately stepped lightly, the sound of the shoes colliding with the floor was still a little obvious in the silence.
Ye Zhen should be asked to lay a carpet.
Huo Yichen frowned, and after putting the things on the desk, his eyes could not stop shifting to Murong Qiao.
His gaze stayed on Murong Qiao's peaceful sleeping face, and then moved down to the delicate and lovely tip of the nose, slightly puffed pale pink lips like flower petals, and—
And the red marks on the cheeks and arms that were pressed due to the strange sleeping position.
... If someone really falls asleep like this, I'm afraid that if I wake up, I won't feel my arms, and it will be uncomfortable.
Huo Yichen frowned, then hesitated for a moment, then reached out to hug Murong Qiao and bring him to the lounge.
Probably feeling the familiar atmosphere, Murong Qiao didn't resist Huo Yichen's embrace at all, even when he was hugged, his arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck.
Huo Yichen felt her subconscious closeness to him in her actions, and couldn't help curling his lips. The mood that was terrible because of the memories just now was also much happier at the moment.
He walked as lightly as possible, led Murong Qiao to push open the door of the lounge, and then lifted the quilt and was about to put him on the bed to let go, when he met Murong Qiao's misty eyes.
"...Achen?" Her voice sounded a little vague, with the drowsiness of just waking up.
Huo Yichen said "Yes", "Go to sleep."
He wanted to let go and cover the cup for the other party, but Murong Qiao didn't cooperate, but put his arms around his neck in the posture that the two hadn't parted, and pulled Huo Yichen with a force that was so small that it was almost imperceptible.
Huo Yichen lowered his head cooperatively, and received a kiss that was instant to part.
The original warm and harmonious atmosphere changed at the moment of separation of the kiss, and Huo Yichen's thoughts were also the same.
"I've been waiting for you..." Murong Qiao said, and couldn't help yawning.
Although she only slept for a short while, when Murong Qiao opened her eyes and saw that it was Huo Yichen, she suddenly felt a little unwilling to wake up.
She really likes the hazy sleepiness surrounding herself, and she doesn't want Huo Yichen to leave after the kiss. She hooks the dry and warm palm of the other party with her fingertips, and can't help but smile sweetly with dimples on her cheeks.
The long hair that was originally bundled up was now scattered between the beds, with black and beautiful arcs, which made her porcelain white skin even more, like a beautiful and delicate doll.
Huo Yichen followed her, "Sorry, the meeting has been a little long."
