Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

"How much do you say?" Yoyo was almost stunned, and those two round and round black eyes were as wide as a copper bell.

Thirty-five thousand?

Good deed, she must have heard it wrong!

It's just a little fabric, gold can't be done.

"Thirty-five thousand, this is a new item that just arrived today."

Seeing Yuyou's look at the clerk, her face was not very good, but her professional smile had to be hung up.

Luo Yangyang tightened her small mouth, and the little coffee left on the bottom of the cup swayed, because her hand shook.

She knew that the clothes in this store were expensive, but she didn't expect it to be so expensive.

Don't say thirty-five thousand, she doesn't even have three thousand-five.

"Why, Luo Yangyang, don't you have any money?" Luo Yangyang's silence with his head lowered made Feng Yihan smile more delicately.

This time, she smiled really happily.

It seems that the eldest brother did not give Luo Yangyang money.

This recognition made her feel good.

"No money?" Ye Shayan began to sing together with Feng Yihan. "You got the clothes but you don't have money to pay, what about this coat?"

Feng Yihan and Ye Shayan sang the double-reed falling into the well, causing Luo Yangyang to clenched his small fist nervously, and his long nails were almost sinking into the flesh.

Ye Shayan is true, she has no money to pay.

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

She looked at Luo Yangyang with a sharp gaze: "I will help you wrap up your clothes, please come to the counter with me to check out?"

The clothes are stained with coffee, and the clothes are useless.

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

"Wait!" Youyou shouted, stopping the clerk who tried to lead Luo Yangyang to the counter.

Feng Yihan and Ye Shayan looked at each other, they both laughed, gloating and waiting for Luo Yangyang to end up.

"Yang Yang, how much money do you have?" Youyou leaned to Luo Yangyang's ear and whispered in a low voice, "I only have one thousand six."

Although Luo Yangyang doesn't know exactly how much money he has in his wallet, he still knows the approximate number: "No more than two thousand."

"Then what should we do? When we add up our money, even a fraction is not enough."

Yoyo looked at standing aside, and didn't intend to let their clerk go, pulling a baby face.

Blame her, she has to come in such an expensive shop, there will be no trouble if you don't come in and shop.

The canonized car passed by in front of the mall, he inadvertently tilted his head and glanced at the French window on the second floor across the street, and there was a familiar figure.

When he saw Luo Yangyang at first, he didn't think much, but when he looked closely, he found that he knew more than Luo Yangyang.

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

The person next to Luo Yangyang is called Youyou, her friend, he knows.

As for Feng Yihan and Ye Shayan who stood opposite the two, these two were not fuel-efficient lamps.

Across the glass windows of the mall, Fengsheng's sight stayed for a while.

Thinking that the few people were just encountering them while shopping, when he wanted to withdraw his gaze, he saw Feng Yihan pushing Luo Yangyang.

Luo Yangyang was pushed back, and his back hit the clothes on the wall.

But she didn't mean to resist at all, and her small head dropped lower.

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

His people dare to bully!

When the canonization field rushed into the store coldly, Ye Shayan's ironic voice also knocked into his ears:

"Luo Yangyang, you look pretty handsome. If you really don't have the money to pay, go find a man on the street. If you are a little bit cooperating with you, you may earn it back overnight.