Chapter 203
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Chrysanthemum tea to relieve internal heat
As soon as they arrived at the pedestrian street, Tang Xinrou brought Song Yaoyao, who was' a little hot ', to buy a cup of chrysanthemum tea. She said earnestly, "Yaoyao, drink more. Chrysanthemum tea can relieve internal heat!"
Song Yaoyao held the chrysanthemum tea and puffed her cheeks.
"But I want milk tea."
Who would want to drink this kind of bland tea? She didn't want to!
Furthermore, this was the fire of her heart! The only good medicine was her brother.
Tang Xinrou thought she was just throwing a tantrum. She patted her head and said, "Be good. If you can't control your anger, you'll get pimples. You don't want your face to be full of pimples, do you?"
Tang Xinrou shuddered at the thought of a cute little cutie with a face full of pimples.
In order to protect her little cutie, she decided! Chrysanthemum tea was added to Song Yaoyao's daily drink list! He would add a little to her thermos every day.
Song Yaoyao took a sip of the chrysanthemum tea and asked blankly, "Really?"
She had never had acne before.
"Yes!" Tang Xinrou was very certain.
She was already frightened by her own imagination. She absolutely could not let Song Yaoyao grow a pimple. After that, she pulled Song Yaoyao into the mall. "Let's go, let's go shopping!"
The pedestrian street was bustling with shopping malls in all directions. Today was also the weekend, so it was very lively with people coming and going.
Because of Song Yaoyao's encouragement, Tang Xinrou was full of confidence. If she wanted to meet her idol, she had to prepare a battle suit!
Thus, today's scene was born.
Women were naturally passionate about shopping. Song Yaoyao was dizzy and her legs were weak. She was dragged into one store after another by Tang Xinrou, who was completely high.
Buy, buy, buy! Swish! Swish!
When they walked into a female fashion store, Song Yaoyao couldn't walk anymore. She waved her hand and refused to get up from the chair.
She watched as Tang Xinrou tried on clothes one after another, shuttling back and forth between the fitting room and the mirror, never getting tired of it.
To be fair, Tang Xinrou was good-looking and had a good figure. With a height of 1.7 meters, she was very superior. Her waist was thin and her legs were long. She looked good in everything.
However, Song Yaoyao only felt that it was strange that she was wearing clothes from this store.
However, the shop assistant kept on praising it.
"Aiya, beauty, you look so good in this!"
"This dress is simply tailor-made for you. To be honest, beauty, this dress has the best effect on the upper body that I've ever seen!"
Tang Xinrou was elated by the compliment. "Really?" She tugged at her sweater and looked at Song Yaoyao. "Yaoyao, do I look good?"
As she spun around, the tassels on the sleeves of her sweater swayed along with her.
Song Yaoyao didn't say whether it looked good or not. Instead, she asked, "Do you like it?"
Everyone had different tastes. She didn't live for others. The most important thing was that she liked it.
"It's … not bad?"
Tang Xinrou tried on a lot of clothes, but to be honest, she didn't feel that it was amazing. It looked good, but it lacked something.
Hearing what they said, one of the shop assistants' expression suddenly changed. Her tone was no longer enthusiastic. "Beauty, our clothes are all designed by international designers. It's the most popular style this year. Also, other people's suggestions can only be used as a reference. The most important thing is that you like it. Don't you look good in it? "
"Really?"
Tang Xinrou tugged at her tassels and asked casually, "How much is this?"
The shop assistant smiled. "This dress just arrived yesterday, so the price is slightly higher. It's 12,800 yuan. What do you think …"
"So expensive?"
Although there was only one more update, Brin still shamelessly wanted to buy tickets.
Give it, give it, give it, give it! Stop fooling around!
(I know that when this plot comes out, you'll definitely say: Ah! This plot again. So melodramatic!)
Brin: Then — melodramatic for a while? What if it's not melodramatic later?
(End of chapter)
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