"Are you an official Versace man?"

"Return to Mu orange, tailor-made?"

"What a fuss?"

"Versace is an international brand. How can he reduce his status to suit a wimp wife?"

Yuan Yuan shook his head and said, not believing at all.

After all, Versace is not qualified to cut clothes in person.

And autumn Mu orange, a wimp wife, she naturally more unlikely to have this qualification?

However, after Yuan Yuan finished, he realized that his words were not appropriate. He quickly explained to Qiu Mucheng with a smile: "Mu orange, don't misunderstand me. I didn't mean to look down on you just now."

"Just to remind you, to help you grow a heart."

"After all, as far as I know, it's not wealth or wealth that can make international famous official visitors come to their homes and tailor their clothes to their own needs."

"The whole cloud state, can have this kind of qualification person, absolutely can't surpass a palm number."

"Even if my husband is young and promising, he will never be in this category. Not to mention you. "

"So, this man must be a liar."

Yuan Yuanxin said with an oath.

"Miss, I think you've misunderstood me. I'm really the head of Versace's cloud state division." The middle-aged man explained.

"Ah?"

"Not yet, do you?"

"Do you think I can't tear you down if you don't admit it?"

"Mu orange didn't wear any luxury clothes. If you deceive her, maybe you can muddle through today."

"But it's a pity that you met me today, Yuan Yuan."

"I'm telling you, Versace has a lot of clothes on and I know the brand so well."

"I have a hundred ways to tear you apart."

Yuan Yuan sneered, then walked towards the middle-aged man's direction, and said proudly: "you said you are the director of Versace Cloud State branch. If so, you should know the model and price of Versace's clothes at your fingertips?"

"In that case, the one I'm wearing is Versace. How much is it worth?"

The man didn't answer at first, but took a look at Yuan Yuan. Then he reached out and touched the material of Yuan Yuan's clothes. Then he said, "Miss, are you afraid you have any misunderstanding about our brand?"

"The material, workmanship and details of your clothes are far from our authentic overcoats. So it's not our Versace clothes at all. "

"But if you want me to make an offer for your clothes. The cost of this coat is about 90 yuan. The market price is estimated to be between 180 and 250. "

"Damn NIMA!" As soon as the middle-aged man's words fell, Yuan Yuan couldn't sit still.

The whole person is like the cat that has been bombed, and then he gets up and yells at the man.

"My mother, I spent 20000 yuan on clothes, but you said the cost was only 90 yuan?"

"Nonsense

"Just a fool who doesn't know what to do!"

"How dare you say I'm not wearing Versace?"

"Are you blind and don't know the brand on your clothes?"

Yuan Yuan roared angrily.