Although Zhuang Yibo made a request, he did not expect that Shen Wangjin would be so active, so he was stunned for a moment. He originally wanted to say that the furniture store should have closed at this time, but when he thought about it, he said it was useless, but he still didn't speak.

After dinner, Shin Wangjin took her out with her.

After driving about half an hour, they arrived at a furniture brand direct store.

As expected, the furniture store, which should have been closed and got off work, is still brightly lit at this moment. Several staff members were waiting at the door. When they saw them, they hurried forward to receive them warmly.

I heard that I wanted to pick a chair, the store manager immediately enthusiastically brought the picture album to Zhuang Yibo and introduced each of the pictures in detail.

Zhuang Yibo did not have any high requirements for this. All she needed was a comfortable sofa chair. She didn't care about the brand price. What's more, it was such a famous brand store. Any choice of any one is in line with her original requirements.

But at this moment, she looked at the exquisite chairs in the album without showing a look of satisfaction.

Finally, after reading all the sofa and chairs in the store, Zhuang Yibo just slowly closed the picture page in his hand.

"Don't you like?" Shen Wangjin asked when he saw this.

"Yeah." Zhuang Yibo responded lightly.

Shin Wangjin immediately looked at the manager standing next to him, "Is this the only one?"

"Yes." The manager quickly replied carefully, "These are the styles we are currently selling. Or Miss Zhuang can talk about your needs and preferences, and our designers can also customize the styles you like for Miss Zhuang alone."

Zhuang Yibo heard this, but did not answer.

At this time, a female employee next to her suddenly reached out to take the picture album that had been put down by Zhuang Yibo, came to Zhuang Yibo, squatted down and said to her: "Maybe Miss Zhuang didn't see it clearly before, after all, these are just pictures, and you may not be able to see the beauty of the real thing. Why don't I introduce it to Miss Zhuang again? I think there are a few of them that are very suitable for Miss Zhuang."

After saying that, the female employee turned to several pages of the picture album and introduced them in detail.

Zhuang Yibo had already wanted to get up and leave, but when he saw this, he felt a little embarrassed and could only listen with his teeth.

While the female employee introduced her, the manager carefully introduced other money to Shen Wangjin, while the other employees added tea and water, and served them attentively and attentively.

Seeing that the wall clock on the wall was approaching nine o'clock, Zhuang Yibo felt increasingly uncomfortable. When the female employee introduced the third model, she finally couldn't help but say, "Then let this one."

Everyone probably had decided that she was a difficult master to serve, and they didn't seem to react for a while after hearing this.

Shin Wangjin turned his head to look at her, and a smile slowly emerged from the corner of his lips.

"Ms. Zhuang likes this one, right? That's great. I'll arrange the order for Miss Zhuang-"

Before the salesperson finished speaking, Shen Wangjin had already interrupted her and said, "Is there no spot? I hope I will see this chair tonight."

"No." Zhuang Yibo immediately spoke, "Don't worry, I don't wait to ask for it, just order the order according to the process."

Upon hearing this, the manager quickly looked at Shen Wangjin again, "Mr. Shen, then look..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Wangjin slowly held Zhuang Yibo's hand and smiled, "Of course I came as Miss Zhuang said, you can order the order."

After leaving the furniture store, the manager and salesman took them all the way into the car and waved their hands to watch them leave.

Zhuang Yibo sat in the car, leaning against the window glass, bit his lip slightly without saying a word.

Shin Wangjin sat next to him, waiting for the car to start before speaking again: "I said I wanted to ask for a chair immediately, why are I willing to wait for orders? In fact, as long as I put some pressure on them, I might find one for you tomorrow..."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yibo still said nothing, but frowned uncontrollably.

Shin Wangjin paused and didn't say anything more. He just turned his head and looked out the window, but his eyes fell on the car window glass. Looking at the figure of the woman beside him reflected on it, he couldn't help but smile again.

I did it all, but then felt lonely. Is this angry, annoyed or regretful?
Chapter completed!