Chapter 246
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Su Qianxun and Gu Mian turned and saw Qiao Yiren walking in with a few female students.
Qiao Yiren was wearing the latest white Chanel dress and had exquisite makeup on her face. She was not affected by her miscarriage at all. She still looked glamorous and sought after.
"Su Qianxun, are you sure you can afford that dress?" Qiao Yiren looked at Su Qianxun mockingly.
"It's none of your business. Mian Mian, go and try it on." Su Qianxun's expression turned cold.
Gu Mian furrowed her eyebrows. She did not want the dress because it was a little expensive earlier. But when she saw Qiao Yiren's arrogant attitude, she decided to buy it!
"Attendant, I said I want that dress. Didn't you hear me?" Qiao Yiren looked at the attendant.
"This … we only have one dress in this size. These two ladies saw it first." The attendant was also in a dilemma.
"Is that so? How about this? Bring that dress to me. I'll buy all the clothes in your shop! "Qiao Yiren crossed her arms and said.
"Oh my god, Yiren, you're so rich. You'll need at least a few hundred thousand RMB to buy all the clothes here," a female student beside her complimented her.
"Of course. Yiren is the daughter of a wealthy family, and her fiancé is the director of a film company. Of course, she's not a sl * t who's kept by an old man!"
"Who are you insulting?" Gu Mian glared at the female student who spoke angrily.
"…"
The attendant's eyes immediately lit up when she heard that. If she could sell all the clothes today, her commission would be tens of thousands of RMB.
The attendant immediately snatched the dress from Gu Mian's hand and handed it to Qiao Yiren in a fawning manner.
"You can't do this. I saw this dress first. You can't sell it to her!" Su Qianxun glared at the attendant angrily.
"I'll sell it to whoever has the most money. If you can buy all the clothes here, that's fine too." The attendant retorted in a snobbish manner.
"How can you do business like this!" Gu Mian was also very angry. These people had gone too far.
"Miss Qiao, please take a seat!" The attendant politely invited Qiao Yiren into the shop to sit on the couch.
Qiao Yiren crossed her legs and looked at Su Qianxun mockingly. "Why? Is your sugar daddy not willing to give you money? He's not even willing to give you a few hundred thousand. Why don't you take the initiative to strip and let him sleep with you a few more times? "
"Qiao Yiren, what the f * ck are you talking about?!" Gu Mian thought that Qiao Yiren was crazy.
"Or, if you kneel in front of me and lick my toes, I'll consider giving this to you!" Qiao Yiren had a condescending expression on her face.
"That's right. Yiren's feet smell better than the mouth you used to serve that old man!" The girl standing next to Qiao Yiren immediately chimed in.
"That's for sure. I heard that your face is full of pustules. Are you going to lick them every day? That's so disgusting. Yiren's toes are more fragrant."
"Aiyo, maybe. That old man has a sexual disorder. It's all rotten. You still have to lick it!"
"…"
Gu Mian was so angry that she picked up the teacup beside her and was about to throw it at them when Su Qianxun held her back.
"Come on, lick it. If you lick it, I'll give it to you!" Qiao Yiren was holding the clothes that Su Qianxun had picked out for Gu Mian. She dangled her sandal-clad feet in the air.
"That's right. Come on, lick it!"
"Hurry up and lick it. I'll record a video!"
While the girls were making a fuss, there was suddenly a commotion outside the shop. More than twenty bodyguards in black ran in and stood in a circle around the shop.
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