Chapter 876
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Manager Song's sports car appeared at the 1995 Beijing Auto Show. As a manufacturer, Ferrari made its first appearance in China's auto show. After that, several mysterious rich people bought the Italian sports car, which was sold at sky-high prices.
Manager Song was one of the mysterious rich people.
She took out six paper bags from the back of the car. They were all branded with the logos of luxury brands. She searched through the bags and said, "This one won't do. The color doesn't suit you. It's too old."
"This one won't do either. It's an evening gown. This one seems okay … Oh, no, no, it's an A-line dress set. It's not suitable for students. " Manager Song nodded in satisfaction after searching through the fifth bag. "This one will do. This one will do. The long-sleeved dress is perfect for this time of year. You won't feel cold."
She took out a custom-made, lake-green linen long-sleeved dress. It had ethnic elements. Peony flowers were embroidered with colorful silk threads. It was refreshing and enchanting.
The style and style were rarely seen in the market. Just by looking at it, one could tell that it was expensive.
After searching through several bags, she was satisfied with this dress. Manager Song didn't feel bad at all. She directly stuffed the dress into Ye Chien's hands and said firmly, "Don't be polite with Auntie. You saved Auntie's life. Not to mention one dress, I'll give you hundreds of dresses. Go change in the car. I'll keep a lookout for you. "
She didn't give Ye Chien a chance to be polite. She said, "Auntie isn't afraid that you'll dirty the car. Think about it. When we arrive at the airport, why would the airport staff let you in when you're covered in blood?"
Indeed, there was no reason to refuse. If she entered the airport with a bloody uniform, it would scare others and the airport staff.
Manager Song was slightly shorter than Ye Chien. When Ye Chien put on the ethnic autumn cotton dress, her facial features were beautiful. She was tall and slim, so the dress "came alive". It was a combination of innocence and enchanting.
Large peony flowers bloomed alluringly from the side of the skirt to the waist and then to the chest. A few branches with vines curled up and then delicately extended to the neckline. A clear and seductive temperament assaulted one's senses.
She was an obedient female student in her school uniform. Once she changed her clothes, her temperament changed so much that even Mr. Song was amazed.
"Beautiful, beautiful, so beautiful … My friend said he's going to Hong Kong and Taiwan to hire a model. He doesn't need one, he can just ask you …"
Ye Chien couldn't see the effect of the dress, but he could only see President Song praising it. He couldn't help but smile and say, "Auntie Song, it's your dress that's beautiful."
"No matter how beautiful a dress is, someone has to wear it. The person who wears it has to have a temperament to make the dress beautiful." CEO Song's complexion had yet to recover, and his voice was still a little hoarse. He had shouted Ye Chien so loudly just now that his throat was filled with blood.
He took out two bottles of mineral water from the car and handed one bottle to Ye Chien. Instead of driving immediately, he raised his head and took a big gulp of water. After a while, he smiled bitterly and said, "Xiao Ye, you drive. My legs are still a little weak. I don't even have the strength to step on the accelerator."
Her legs went soft and she felt nauseous. Whenever she thought of the bloody scene in the carriage, she felt nauseous.
Behind her, police lights flashed. The traffic police came over to direct traffic, the firefighters started the rescue, and the medical staff sent the injured to the hospital. Everything was carried out in an orderly manner.
A car accident happened suddenly. Fortunately, it was around four o 'clock in the morning. If it was daytime, the entire truck would have been driven from one side of the road to the other. The scene would have been even more tragic.
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