Chapter 205
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Mr. Huo is a delicate flower.
At this moment, the store manager of the opposite fashion store heard the commotion and came out to take a look. She was immediately shocked. "Miss Tang, why are you here? What happened? "
Miss Tang?
The store across the street had been open in the mall for a few years. It was a well-known luxury jewelry store. There were many regular customers here, and Tang Xinrou was one of them.
But recently, she had been forced by Song Yaoyao to study every day. She didn't even have the chance to skip classes, let alone go shopping.
Hearing this, Tang Xinrou smiled and said, "It's nothing. I was just doubted by a small internet celebrity. She said that I can't afford her clothes."
"Huh?"
The store manager couldn't help but laugh. "Is there anything you can't afford in this mall?"
Everyone was in an uproar.
Most people did not know Tang Xinrou. They wondered where this young girl came from.
Han Feifei's face was covered in dirt as she was helped to her feet. She gritted her teeth and said, "What right do you have to discriminate against me? If I'm not clean, then how clean can you be? "
She had attended many upper-class parties, but she had never seen these two people before.
"Puchi …"
The store manager looked at Han Feifei as if he was looking at an idiot. "Miss Han, not everyone in this world relies on their body to get to where they are."
"Heh … She's your guest, so of course you're speaking up for her."
"What's going on? Where are the noisy security guards? Are you just going to watch and not do anything?! "
At this moment, a male voice came from outside.
From the looks of it, he should have some background.
Sure enough, Han Feifei's eyes lit up when she heard the voice. Then, she twisted her waist and pounced on the man.
Her voice was so coquettish that it could drip water, "Darling! Someone is trying to destroy my shop! Look at my face, I can't face anyone anymore! You have to avenge me! "
"Oh ho!" Tang Xinrou was in high spirits and shook Song Yaoyao's little hand. "Yaoyao, is this scene familiar?"
Song Yaoyao yawned. "Huh?"
"A classic scene!" Tang Xinrou rolled her eyes in disdain. "You don't even know this? Hehe, but if they dare to bully you later, get your Big Brother Huo to deal with them! Kill them all! "
She chuckled like a fool.
Just a moment ago, he had been arrogant and unyielding, but now that he was smiling, his imposing manner was completely gone.
"Ah? Bully me? Are you serious? "Song Yaoyao looked at her from the corner of her eyes. She was speechless." I can kill them with one hand, okay? I don't need my brother's help in this kind of matter! "
Her brother only needed to be in charge of being as beautiful as a flower. Leave such crude things to her!
Tang Xinrou: "…"
Baby, do you really think Mr. Huo is a delicate flower?
That person wasn't human when he became ferocious.
"Cough … How dare you be so arrogant?" Shen Wenxuan coughed dryly and looked at the few people who had just walked over. The leader of the group was wearing a business suit and gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked refined and abstinent. Behind him were three male and two female assistants, giving off an imposing aura.
"Yes, yes! And they even hit people! Look! "
Han Feifei stomped her feet and spoke coyly.
"Hey, hey, hey. Don't worry, don't worry. I'll definitely stand up for you, okay?" Shen Wenxuan saw that the person didn't even look at them and was focused on the tablet in his hand. He heaved a sigh of relief and patted Han Feifei's back to comfort her.
"That's more like it! There! It's them! " Han Feifei snorted. "These two little b * tches. Not only did they say that the clothes in my shop were lousy, but they also said that they wanted to smash my shop. What's more, he actually said that I'm here to sell myself! "
Mr. Huo is a delicate flower. Please don't pity him!
(End of chapter)
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