Wang Yue couldn't walk anymore, and sat on the rest chair next to him, looking at Murong Qingqing, still energetic, and asked, "I said Qingqing, what's the matter with pulling me out? If I were buying clothes, I couldn't walk anymore. Rainbow Literature Network, I have you all the way! "

"This is where I went." Murong Qingqing pulled Wang Yue's head and pulled the latter from the rest chair, pulled him away, and said, "There is still a place to visit."

When Wang Yue heard that Murong Qingqing had to continue walking, he felt miserable with his little face. Fortunately, he had hope and he was liberated after visiting the last place. He didn't know that this was the beginning of the nightmare.

Murong Qingqing took Wang Yue to the men's clothing area.

Murong Qingqing held a black tuxedo and said to Wang Yue: "You put on this dress and I'll take a look."

Wang Yue shook his head at the strange-looking tuxedo and said, "Don't, this kind of dress is not suitable for me, so it's good for me to wear my counterfeit sportswear."

"Are you sure you don't wear it?"

"I'm sure I don't wear it!"

Wang Yue never had any requirements for wearing it. It would be fine if he had ordinary clothes. He really had no love for this nobleman with gorgeous dresses.

Murong Qingqing narrowed her beautiful eyes, so charming that water was about to drip out of her smile, and said, "Dear, do you know what the consequences of making me angry?"

Wang Yue was defeated in Murong Qingqing's eyes and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll try it, and I'll say it first, I'll never wear it."

"You go to the fitting room to put it on first." Murong Qingqing handed the gorgeous tuxedo to Wang Yue, and then pushed Wang Yue to the fitting room.

After a while, the door of the test room opened, and Wang Yue, wearing a tuxedo, walked out. The short front and long back were structured, the suit collar shape, and the back cloak was made into two slits. In addition, Wang Yue's handsome face that was very comfortable, with the combination of human clothes, he was both energetic and handsome.

Murong Qingqing circled Wang Yue twice, and finally said with satisfaction: "Yes, it turns out that people rely on clothes and are so handsome."

Wang Yue looked at himself in the fitting mirror. He still looked good and the black tuxedo dress was pretty good, but he really couldn't wear such clothes and said, "Can you take it off?"

"Can."

Wang Yue was relieved and was about to go back to the fitting room to replace the dress that made him very uncomfortable. Murong Qingqing chased after him and handed a new style of dress to Wang Yue, saying, "You wear this Yingqiao dress again and I'll take a look."

Wang Yue squeezed a touch of helplessness from the corner of his mouth and said, "Qiqing, these seem to be dressed in banquets or dances, I have no chance to wear them at all."

Murong Qing said naturally: "I just want to take you to the dance."

"What!?" Wang Yue was surprised.

"I said I want to take you to the dance." Murong Qingqing repeated.

"That's the kind on TV?"

"It's almost the same, but the specifications are higher."

Wang Yue waved his hand quickly and said, "No, no, your high-class dance party is really not suitable for me."

Murong Qingqing said without any concession: "It's not the key to not suit you, the key is that you have to be my dance partner."

"I don't like that atmosphere, and I can't dance."

"I'll teach you."

Wang Yue thought for a while and asked, "I have participated in the class reunion. People in the class reunion like to show off themselves. Should there be such people at the dance?"

Murong Qingqing said happily: "Yes, and there are many."

"That's all. I'm going to give you a poor boy who doesn't have money and isn't it embarrassing for you, so you'd better find someone else."

"You can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger!"

"It takes capital to play a pig and eat a tiger, right? The key is that I don't have capital." Wang Yue was extremely helpless and said, "I am just a student. Although I am good at playing games, I guess playing games is just like a child playing house in the eyes of you upper class people, so I still don't want to make fun of myself."

Murong Qingqing pursed her delicate and beautiful red lips and smiled, "I'm looking for another dance partner, are you not jealous if someone else holds my waist?"

"Forehead……"

Wang Yue really doesn't know how to answer this question. He said that he and Murong Qingqing had that kind of relationship, but it was not actually that kind of relationship, he was a good friend, but the subtle relationship between the two was obviously in the category of good friends.

Wang Yue lowered his eyes and glanced at Murong Qingqing's slender waist. If other men hugged this waist, would he feel uncomfortable?

Perhaps it is no matter how funny the subtle relationship is, or perhaps it is because of the man's natural instinct for dominating beautiful women. A faint feeling of discomfort surged into Wang Yue's eyes. Although he was quickly suppressed by Wang Yue, he was still caught by Murong Qingqing, who had a sharp eye. He laughed constantly, and the willow waist also trembled, causing many passing men to stop and watch.

"Go to change your clothes."

Murong Qingqing knew that Wang Yue, the big boy, was very weak in some places, so she didn't joke with Wang Yue. Anyway, she had already got the answer she wanted and pushed Wang Yue into the fitting room.

"Try this Korean dress!"

"Try this suit dress!"

"Try this flat-mouth dress!"

Murong Qingqing handed all kinds of dresses to Wang Yue. Wang Yue dared to swear that he had tried on more clothes in his life than he had tried on in the building in an hour today.

After choosing for a long time, Murong Qingqing still thought that Wang Yue looked good in a tuxedo style dress. Murong Qingqing spent more than half an hour to choose one of the various tuxedo styles for Wang Yue from the wide variety of tuxedo styles she was most satisfied with, and she was the best-looking one for Wang Yue, so she gave up.

Wearing this so-called aristocratic dress, Wang Yue was extremely restrained, standing there motionlessly like a rooted tree.

Murong Qingqing walked up and two plain hands with white flawless hands were slightly sorted for Wang Yue. At this moment, Murong Qingqing was not like that charming and enchanting fairy, but more like a wife who was tidying up her husband's clothes.

Wang Yue was silent for a while and said, "Can I ask how much this clothes cost?"

Murong Qingqing said calmly: "Mine is yours, why bother to care about these issues that have no meaning."

Wang Yue did not continue to speak more. He was not a pedantic person who was macho and refused to accept other people's gifts. But at this moment, he once again realized the importance of money. There were many people in the world who didn't care about money, but there were almost no one who could not use money.

After finishing the micro-organization, Murong Qingqing said with satisfaction: "Perfect!"

When Wang Yue was thinking about where to be perfect, and was obviously very restrained, Murong Qingqing didn't know where to get a selfie stick and said to Wang Yue: "Come here and take a selfie for two people!"

"oh!"

"Pout!"

"Why?"

"It's cute to find photos like this!"

Wang Yue and Murong Qingqing put their faces together, the man is handsome and the woman is fashionable and charming.
Chapter completed!