Looking at all kinds of clothes in front of me, I felt a little soft in my shins.

She has learned about this family's clothes from the Internet, which are tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands.

Come here, isn't it going to kill her?

Subconsciously back, she turned to escape.

The wrist was severely grabbed by a force. She had some pity in her innocent eyes. A lunch at noon was enough for her. Now she came here again, apparently to kill her rhythm with money.

"Go in!"

Muqiqi was almost dragged in, full of resistance.

Looking at the man's guide, "this one, this one, and this one."

Her heart is colder.

If these clothes were bought, would she not have been planted in Mohist school all her life, and it is still unclear.

"Come with me, miss. The fitting room is here."

Muqiqi pulled moyanjue's sleeve and begged pitifully, "Mr. Mo, I have clothes to wear. Let's go quickly."

"Woman, don't make me do it!" Mo yanjue's patience is limited. The reason why he brought her to buy clothes is that he was afraid that she didn't have clothes to wear. He didn't plan to take her home tonight to make a good impression on his mother.

Hearing that the man wanted to do it himself, Muqiqi immediately counseled him. He obediently followed the shopping guide behind him and walked towards the fitting room step by step and turn around three times.

The clothes that the man chooses for her are OK, unlike the kind that little star chooses for her, which makes her satisfied.

But the hand owes looked at the tag, the heart almost did not stop.

My God!

Eighty thousand!

She's not worth 80000 yuan. She can't fly in a 80000 yuan dress?

No, no, she can't!

Ma slip off, she put on her own clothes, look at the mirror, although not good-looking, at least they wear comfortable, practical.

Carefully push open the door of the fitting room, she first probe out, originally wanted to explore the situation of the smelly face man, but did not expect him to stand outside.

Muqiqi was scared, and patted his chest subconsciously.

The man hears the sound to see to her, accurate Mou son falls on the dress on her body.

"Why hasn't it been replaced?"

My heart is empty, and the expression on my face is also unnatural. "I... I think I'm good, I don't want to buy it."

"Who said you bought it?" Mo yanjue's arms are around his chest, and he is in a high posture.

Of course, Muqiqi knew that she didn't buy it. Even if she bought it, she couldn't afford so much money.

But it doesn't mean that the man bought it for her. She doesn't need to pay it back. Her financial ability is limited. 80 thousand yuan will be paid back to the year of the monkey?

"But I really can't!" Muqiqi's attitude is very firm.

The man glanced at her lightly, and his voice joked, "Mo Yuchen has bought so many for you, which is not bad."

Muqiqi almost didn't choke. How could she forget? Xiaoxing bought a cabinet of clothes slowly, and each one was expensive.

Heaven, earth, this is to tie her to the rhythm of Mohist School for generations.

"Come on, put it on!" The man wanted to laugh when he saw her open mouth and surprised, but he held back.

After she reluctantly hid in the fitting room, Junrong raised a light smile, which was charming.

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for a long time, Muqiqi chose one of the cheaper ones to wear.

Finally, he slowly opened the door of the fitting room.

The pale blue long dress over the knee, pinching the waist and cultivating the body, elegant and atmospheric, the whole person with a fairy spirit.