Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

"Get out of the car." After Ji Mingyou got out of the car, the gentleman stretched out his palm with a faint smile on his face.

Lin Weiwei hesitated for a moment, put his little hand on it, and followed him into the store.

The European style is elegant, with fluttering gauze curtains, and the model props in the window display gorgeous evening dresses, with a unique sense of design, which is eye-catching.

Lin Weiwei's bright eyes were shining brightly, and he looked at it with novelty. It is worthy of the clothes designed with painstaking efforts.

She walked to the model props and looked down at the price tag. The price of this dress was too high, and she could only wear it once after buying it.

The shopkeeper, who was wearing a skirt and a square scarf, came and greeted him familiarly: "Mr. Ji is here."

Ji Mingyou nodded, looked at Lin Weiwei who was sizing up, and said softly, "I'll bring her to choose an evening dress, please help me recommend it."

"Of course, I will definitely be selected by your girl for a dress that suits my wishes."

The shopkeeper nodded, walked to Lin Weiwei's side, looked it up and down, clapped his hands, and praised: "Miss, you are well-proportioned and tall, just like a moving clothes rack."

"This one can reveal the collarbone, which is very temperamental." The owner pointed to a champagne dress with a wide open neckline, which tightly wrapped the body, and a light gauze wrapped around the arms, showing elegance.

"Maybe it's not suitable for me." Lin Weiwei shook his head, with a face of resistance, and traced the neckline of the clothes with his fingers. It was too revealing, and he might be exposed.

The shopkeeper smiled slightly, and took out a white mid-length dress with sparkling sequins, and turned back, half-exposing the back.

"No, no, this one doesn't seem to suit me either." Lin Weiwei, who had refused twice in a row, apologized, and he didn't have a favorite style in his mind, so he was in a predicament for a while.

She stared at Ji Mingyou who was flipping through a magazine with her black eyes, clasped her hands together as if asking for help, and gave some suggestions.

Ji Mingyou closed the magazine, raised his handsome eyes, glanced at the light white dress in the display cabinet, and said softly, "I think this suits you quite well."

The neckline of the long skirt is dotted with a few pale pink flowers, which is elegant and playful, and the tail of the skirt hangs down, embellishing the waist.

"Mr. Ji's vision is sharp. This is a newly made model." The owner smiled and praised, the style is novel, and it is also one of the highest prices.

Lin Weiwei followed his gaze, turned around the display stand, stared closely, with love in his eyes, which perfectly matched his inner imagination: "It is right to have you accompany, you have a good vision."

With a smile in his eyes, Ji Mingyou sat lazily by the side, and asked suspiciously: "By the way, are you going to a party in an evening dress?"

He knew Lin Weiwei's daily itinerary, and it was rare to choose an evening dress to participate in an event.

"Xiaoyou asked me to accompany her, this is it." She found the invitation letter from her bag and handed it over.

Ji Mingyou opened the invitation letter. It was an exhibition. The whistleblower's name was familiar, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

"I'll try it on first." Lin Weiwei was hugged by the shopkeeper and walked to the fitting room, and stood in front of the mirror shaking left and right after she finished dressing.

She turned around happily, feeling the soft touch on her hand, and murmured: "The price of this item should not be cheap."

The woman who was arranging her hair outside curled up her mouth in disdain.

Lin Weiwei gritted his teeth and decided to buy it. He lifted the curtain with the dress he took off, and looked up.

The display mirror was facing the fitting room, showing Lin Weiwei's delicate face.

"I'm still surprised that someone who can't afford a gown still comes to try it on, so it's you." Zhang Yumeng glanced at the surprised face in her glasses, with disdain flashing across her eyes, and said in a cold voice.

Whenever she came to take away the custom-made dresses, she would meet Lin Weiwei.

"Who said I couldn't afford it? You're delusional, and I'm going to buy it now." Lin Weiwei was so angry that she held the dress in her hand, and she interrupted every time she bought a dress, which was as annoying as ever.

She walked out quickly, not wanting to be in the same room with Zhang Yumeng and disturb her eyes.

Zhang Yumeng glanced at her, and her red lips curled up slightly. The price of the designer in this store has always been high, and it is impossible for Lin Weiwei to buy it.

"Miss Zhang, the haute couture dress has been packed." A woman walked over with a smile on her face, her attitude was very respectful.

Zhang Yumeng nodded slightly, with joy flashing in her eyes, the price of haute couture was too high, if Xu Xiangnan hadn't bought it for her, she would not have been able to afford it.

She snorted and walked towards the main hall, not intending to miss the opportunity to ridicule.

"How about it? Is this suitable?" As soon as Lin Weiwei walked out, the shopkeeper came up to greet him and asked expectantly.

She handed over the dress, hummed lightly, and said with a smile: "It suits me very well, I want to buy it."

"It's still Mr. Ji who understands your mind, and will let you focus when you pick it up."

Ji Mingyou took a sip of his tea, raised his eyes slightly, and said with a light smile, "I'm just picking according to my preferences, and it's just right."

He thought Lin Weiwei was suitable for an elegant style, but unfortunately he didn't see her in it.

The owner hurriedly handed it over to someone else to pack it, walked to the counter, and asked, "For the sake of Mr. Ji's regular customer, only [-] is enough. Should I pay by card or by check?"

"Fifty thousand?" Lin Weiwei paused as he turned over the bag, unable to believe his ears, the price was several times higher than expected.

She usually earns enough money, but she can't afford to use most of her savings to buy a dress.

"The price is not expensive. Didn't you say you want to buy this dress?" At this time, Zhang Yumeng walked slowly, her chin raised, and she was very proud to see that her prediction was right.

She walked in high heels, Lin Weiwei didn't deserve to wear a dress from the same store as herself.

She deliberately bumped into Lin Weiwei, lowered her voice, and said sarcastically, "Don't slap your face swollen and look fat, just go to the mall and buy a discounted dress."

Lin Weiwei was almost bumped, so he pushed along, his eyes burning with anger: "Are you jealous of me by staring at my every move?"

Whatever she does, Zhang Yumeng has to intervene. How unsatisfactory is life?

Ji Mingyou whispered a few words in the shopkeeper's ear. Seeing that Lin Weiwei had the upper hand, he knew that she couldn't suffer, so he signaled others not to intervene.

"Ah..." Zhang Yumeng's center of gravity was unsteady, and she stood still while supporting the table next to her. Unfortunately, she dropped the packing box in her hand: "I have a haute couture dress, would I be jealous of your torn skirt?"

"This was given to me by Xiang Nan. If it is damaged, can you afford to pay 50 yuan?" Zhang Yumeng looked at it distressedly. The dress she had been waiting for for a long time fell to the ground, and she couldn't be happy anymore.

Listening to her words, Lin Weiwei felt that it was too noisy for the first time, and said with a sneer, "So you came to show off the dress, and you bumped into me first, understand?"

It was so disgusting, and after finding the fault, Lin Weiwei shook his head speechlessly.

The owner of the store knew that neither side could afford to offend, so he sent someone to check the dress and send it over. He eased the atmosphere and said, "Miss Zhang, there is nothing wrong with the dress."

"So what if there is no problem?" Zhang Yumeng quickly picked it up, with disgust in her beautiful eyes, she scolded, "You shouldn't let a person like this who doesn't buy dresses and has low quality come in."