"Otherwise?" Qin Zhaoli sat on the sofa in the store, "Take whatever you like. I have time, don't rush, you can try it slowly."

Jiang Zhuo stood still and didn't move.

"Hello." The female salesman came over and asked Qin Zhaoli, "Do you need help?"

Why ask Qin Zhaoli?

Those who do sales have a compulsory course when they see it, but the female salesperson can tell at a glance that the rich woman is sitting and the little lover is standing.

Qin · Rich Woman Zhaoli: "Pick him up a few clothes."

The female salesman stepped forward and led the way: "Sir, please, please."

He still didn't move: "No need."

After being rejected repeatedly, Qin Zhaoli was upset: "I want to make trouble with me again, right?"

Jiang Zhuo saw that she liked others to be obedient and did not like to be disobedient.

"I'll choose it myself."

He walked to the men's clothing and picked out a coat and pair of pants. In fact, he didn't choose much, so he took the cheapest ones he had seen.

The female salesman asked him if the size is right.

He nodded.

Qin Zhaoli got up, walked over, looked at the clothes on his hand: "Just pick them?"

"Um."

Qin Zhaoli stretched out his hand.

He put the clothes in her hands.

She turned to the saleswoman and said to him: "You sit here for a while."

She went to the men's clothing area by herself.

The female salesman knew that the big business was coming, so she quickly followed.

“There is a new model over there.”

“It’s all here.”

Qin Zhaoli held his hand and looked over at first glance.

If he asks him to choose by himself, he will not listen. There is nothing he can do, he can only follow her preferences.

She each likes casual style.

"this."

She pointed all the way: "This."

"this."

"And this one."

The female salesman is busy and said it is OK.

Qin Zhaoli picked up a bunch of coats and pants again: "Also," she raised her hand, her fingers a little casually, "and this row."

That row is full of sports sweatshirts, suitable for college students.

"According to his size, all."

All rows need...

The female salesman was in a good mood: "Good customer."

Qin Zhaoli continued to choose.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't sit still: "Zhaoli."

Zhaoli...

He called him so nicely that he had to make him scream in bed several times in the future.

Qin Zhaoli nodded and turned around and asked him: "Do you like dark or light shoes?"

He shook his head.

Qin Zhaoli warned him to be obedient with his eyes: "Dark or light?"

If she didn't say it, Jiang Zhuo was worried that she would buy all the shoes on several walls: "Light color."

Just so happens that Qin Zhaoli also likes light colors.

“This pair.”

“This pair.”

“The pair above.”

"And there are two pairs over there."

She picked a few more pairs before turning back and asked Jiang Zhuo: "How big do you wear?"

The female salesman also looked back at the customer's little lover.

The little lover was obviously panicked and wanted to refuse but didn't know whether he should speak.

He slugged for a long time: "43."

The female salesman showed a gratified smile.

What are you rejecting? If you meet such a rich woman, just lie down and enjoy it.

Qin Zhaoli felt it was almost done: "Pack up all the ones I just picked."

The female salesman looked at her as if she was looking at her reborn parents: "Good customer."

Qin Zhaoli thought again that he would work part-time in the entertainment city: "Is there a nightclub storm?"

"Yes," the female salesman bent over and asked respectfully, "please follow me."

Jiang Zhuo was worried and followed him, and he pulled Qin Zhaoli's sleeve from behind.

She turned around and asked him what was wrong?

“Too many.”

When he just chose it, he looked at the price, it was really expensive.

"I'm so busy that I'm happy." Qin Zhaoli pushed his hand away and said to the salesperson, "Recommended to me, it's expensive."

The female salesman was always grinning at the back of her ears: "Good customer."

Just like that... I bought a bunch.

When checking out, Qin Zhaoli left an address: "The things are delivered here."

"OK."

She swiped her card to check out, but she didn't even look at the numbers on it.

The female salesman couldn't help but take a look at the golden card: "This is a bill, please keep it."

"Thanks."

"Please walk slowly, welcome next time."

As soon as the person left, the female salesperson excitedly called her best friend: "I tell you, a rich woman brought her little lover to buy clothes just now. Oh my God, you didn't see it. They were buying it in rows..."

After leaving the store, walking for more than ten meters left, there are two stores selling famous brand watches.

Qin Zhaoli stopped: "Do you want a watch?"

Jiang Zhuo immediately shook his head: "No." He was afraid that she would buy it again, "I don't have the habit of wearing a watch."

"Then buy a few dollars."

Jiang Zhuo: "..."

He looked sad.

"What are you unhappy with this expression?" Qin Zhaoli didn't understand. He was not happy about how to buy things for him? Although it was her first time raising a little lover, she had never seen others raise her. She looked at other people's lovers, she wanted a house, a car, and a famous brand. Why did she want nothing when she got here?

He stammered: "It's been a lot of money."

Actually, there are not many, and they are not as good as a house of someone else's little lover. Qin Zhaoli was funny: "Why, I feel sorry for me?"

"Um."

He's still okay.

Qin Zhaoli entered the store: "I'm raising a little housekeeper." She walked directly to the counter of the men's watch, "Why don't you spend money if you have money? You can't take it away after you die."

She pointed a piece and asked the cabinet sister to take it out and take a look.

"I only have money."

She seemed to be laughing at herself, and she was not happy.
To be continued...