Chapter 110

"How much did you say?" You you was stunned. Those two round black eyes opened as big as a copper bell.

Thirty five thousand?

Darling, she must have heard wrong!

It's just a little cloth. Gold can't be made.

"Thirty five thousand, this is the goods just arrived today. It's new."

The clerk saw youyou's look, and her face was not very good, but she had to hang up her professional smile.

Luo Yang tightened her mouth and shook a little coffee left at the bottom of the cup. It was because her hand shook.

She knew the clothes in this shop were expensive, but she didn't expect them to be so expensive.

Don't say 35000. She doesn't even have 35000 on her.

"Why, Luo Yangyang, don't you have money?" The silence of Luo Yangyang's drooping head made Feng Yihan smile more charming.

This time, she smiled really happy.

It seems that brother didn't give Luoyang money.

This cognition made her in a good mood.

"No money?" Ye Shayan began to sing in unison with Feng Yihan, "what about this coat if you get it and have no money to pay for it?"

Feng Yihan and ye Shayan sing the double spring of falling into the well, which makes Luo Yangyang clench his small fist nervously, and the slightly long nails are almost trapped in the meat.

Ye Shayan is telling the truth. She has no money to compensate.

"This lady?" Hearing this, no matter how professional the clerk was, the smile on her face couldn't hang up.

She looked at Luo Yang fiercely: "I'll wrap your clothes for you. Would you please check out with me at the counter?"

If the clothes are splashed with coffee stains, the clothes are useless.

She can't afford the loss, and the store won't pay for the dress.

"Wait!" You you shouted and stopped the clerk who tried to lead Luo Yang to the counter.

Feng Yihan and ye Shayan looked at each other, and they both laughed, gloating and waiting for Luoyang to end.

"Yang Yang, how much money do you have?" You you came to Luo Yang's ear and whispered, "I only have sixteen."

Luo Yangyang didn't know exactly how much money he had in his wallet, but he still knew the approximate number: "no more than two thousand."

"What should we do? Our money doesn't even have enough change."

Youyou looked at the shop assistant standing aside and didn't intend to let them go. She pulled a baby face bitterly.

It's all her fault. She has to come into such an expensive store. If she doesn't come in, there will be no accident.

When the canonization car passed by in front of the mall, he inadvertently turned his head and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the French window on the second floor across the street.

At first sight, he didn't feel much about Luoyang, but when he looked closely, he found that he knew more than Luoyang.

"Stop." A cold drink suddenly reverberated in the car.

The person beside Luo Yangyang is you you, her good friend. He knows.

As for Feng Yihan and ye Shayan standing opposite them, they are not fuel-efficient lamps.

Through the glass window of the shopping mall, the vision of canonization stayed for a long time.

He thought they were just shopping. When he wanted to take back his sight, he saw that Feng Yihan pushed Luoyang.

The back of Luoyang's clothes was pushed back against the wall.

But she didn't mean to resist at all. Instead, the cerebellar bag melon hung lower.

Seeing this scene, Feng Sheng couldn't sit still. He opened the door and got off.

His people dare to bully!

When ye Shayan ran into the store coldly, ye Shayan's sarcastic voice also jumped up his ears:

"Luoyangyang, you look a little pretty. If you really have no money to lose, go to the street to find a man. If you are obedient and cooperate, you may earn it back in one night."