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Chapter 6 The Wounded Kitten

"What's going on? Is it so difficult for you to choose two clothes? Why are you crying here? Have you chosen the clothes?"

Qin Lang scolded him coldly with a straight face.

"Mr. Qin, can I change to a different store? The one you chose is too expensive and I can't afford it." Su Xiaoxiao choked and spoke intermittently. She wiped her tears with one hand and put her other hand on her lower abdomen.

She was a little at a loss in front of her, as if a hand blocking it could bring her a sense of security.

Qin Lang frowned coldly, "Change to another one? What's the difference from the clothes you wore before? This is the one, go in now!"

His tone was firm and could not be refused.

Su Xiaoxiao lowered her head and did not dare to speak, and followed Qin Lang, like a little follower, into the store again.

"Yo yo yo, who is this blind person? The air that has just been refreshed for a while has been made smelly again?" A young woman dressed in gold and silver came over with her arms raised.

Lanhua pressed her nose with her fingers, as if she smelled some foul smell, and made a gesture of vomiting.

She looked at Su Xiaoxiao who walked in, rolled her eyes, and said disgustedly, "Isn't that what I said just now, or what? You are a cleaner, and you come to Fendi's brand store to buy clothes. Is this where you come from? You

I have been working as a cleaning lady for two months and I can’t even afford a bag!”

"I...I can afford it!" Su Xiaoxiao walked to the counter stubbornly and took a look at the price of the bag. The series of numbers made her eyes blurry for a while.

Moreover, she was afraid that she would lose face to the young master and be fired!

In that case, she will be handed over to the police and her life will be ruined!

"I...I don't buy bags, I buy clothes!" Su Xiaoxiao walked to the clothes rack and walked around from beginning to end, without saying which one to choose.

Nine thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight, eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight, eleven thousand eight hundred...

I looked at dozens of clothes, and the cheapest ones cost more than 8,000 yuan!

Su Xiaoxiao originally had eight thousand yuan!

She has been working for more than a year, saving 50,000 yuan by frugally!

But some time ago, the director wanted to help the children in the orphanage purchase beds and solicit donations from the residents. Su Xiaoxiao donated 45,000 in one breath!

She now has five thousand yuan left. After paying the rent in advance, this money is completely enough for her daily food and clothing. If she saves it, it can last for nearly four months!

But when it comes to buying luxury goods, let alone bags costing tens of thousands, a piece of Fendi clothes is not something she can or is willing to buy now!

The gorgeous woman stood in front of the clothes rack, fanning the air in front of her nose, with a sarcastic look on her face, "What's wrong? Didn't I say you can afford it? You should pick one and pay for it."

Why are you wandering around here? If you can afford it, buy it!

Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and mice give birth to sons who can dig holes. You, a commoner at the bottom of society, should stay in your own garbage dump. Don't come to such high-end consumer places and pollute the air.

Dirty my eyes."

"What's wrong with cleaning? I make all my own money, why don't you let me come here? Is this shop owned by your family?" Su Xiaoxiao's aggrieved and slender body was trembling, "I didn't let you

Look at me, why do you say that to me? Although I am wearing cleaning clothes, I am very clean and there is no smell at all. Why do you scold me like this? I have never provoked you, why do you want to bully others?

"

Su Xiaoxiao, who had been scolded and was completely bruised, was like a little wild cat with exploded hair, fiercely retorting and questioning in the direction of the gorgeous woman.

However, she is too timid, perhaps because of her personality.

Even in such an angry situation, the words of rebuttal became weaker and weaker at the end, like a dog that can't be beaten in a fight, can't win after being scolded, and can only huddle up in a dark corner, silently

The little wild cat licking the bloody wounds all over its body.

"Oh my god, can you stop crying here? If you want to cry, go back to your garbage dump! It's so noisy and no one is taking care of it? Where is the shopping guide? Where is the shopping guide?! We customers are your gods, can we

Can't we not allow this kind of cleaning staff to enter the store? It's an insult to me to confuse my taste with cleaning staff!"

Amidst the pretentious voice of the beautiful woman, Qin Lang squatted down next to Su Xiaoxiao and handed out a silk scarf, "Stop crying, wipe your tears."

"Thank you." Su Xiaoxiao took it subconsciously, wiped her tears, and lightly shrugged Yao's nose.

She stood up, held the silk scarf in her hand, and looked at Qin Lang with shame, "I'm sorry, your silk scarf is dirty. I'll wash it when I get back and give it back to you."

"This scarf is not mine." Qin Lang pointed to the exhibition cabinet on the side, "I pulled it from that."

"Ah?" Su Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded and stood frozen on the spot like a sculpture.

"You! You guys!"

When the beautiful woman saw this scene, she almost fainted from anger.

She had taken a fancy to that silk scarf and had been pestering her boyfriend for a long time, but she was not willing to buy it. Now, Su Xiaoxiao used it to wipe her nose?!

"You're screwed, you're in bad luck! You can't even afford a piece of clothing, and you actually ruined a limited edition Fendi scarf. Do you know how much this scarf costs? Forty-two thousand yuan! That's it.
Chapter completed!
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