Nightclub, your daughter-in-law has lost her vest again

The next day, Jin Yuran woke up very early, probably because she had already slept on the plane, and when she woke up, she hugged Ye Yunqiu, who was taking a nap, shaking her hand: "Husband is a slob! Don't sleep anymore!" ! We are here to travel, not to sleep!"

Sighing slightly, Ye Yunqiu was just trying to take a nap, but now that she made such a fuss, he couldn't sleep anymore, he got up and took her to the revolving restaurant upstairs, while Cheng Qingshu went to call Jin Yurou Jin Yulan, Wen Mengxue and three people.

In the dining room for a group of six people, except for Jin Yurou and Ye Yunqiu, the rest of the four people's faces were full of sleepiness. In order to refresh themselves, Cheng Qingshu took the initiative to explain to them: "This revolving restaurant is very famous in the local area, except for many tourists. Come here, many local families also come here when they have dinner on weekends.”

"The taste is just the same. I'm not used to foreign food."

Wen Mengxue couldn't get used to these things, so she shook her head after tasting a few mouthfuls, "It's not as good as our domestic fried dough sticks and soy milk."

"This is serious Western food."

Although she also traveled to France, Jin Yurou's previous fast-food tours naturally couldn't be compared with this kind of service arranged by a special person. She was cutting the steak on the plate, and the exaggerated expression on her face made Jin Yurou unable to bear it. He burst out laughing: "You look so funny. Why are you wrinkling your face together? Like a little old lady."

"..."

Jin Yurou who was ridiculed by Jin Yuran had no choice but to restrain herself, but she would praise every few mouthfuls, and in the end even Jin Yulan couldn't stand it anymore, so she put down her knife and fork and looked at her, "Yurou, what's the matter with you?" It's eating, not performing a drama. If you make a noise again, everyone in the restaurant will look at us."

Jin Yurou looked around, and sure enough, she saw someone staring at her, so she had no choice but to pick up a napkin and wipe her mouth to hide her embarrassment.

Just when the few people could start eating again, a familiar female voice sounded behind them: "Yunqiu, Ranran, why are you here? Are you here to Paris for Fashion Week?"

Several people raised their heads to look at the passerby. Ye Yunqiu looked at the woman whom he hadn't seen for some time. His expression was neither warm nor disgusted. No, it seems that you are enjoying your time abroad."

"It's okay, mainly because I want to go back to my country."

Compared with the coquettish and timidity she always showed in China, Qiao Qing's appearance has become much brighter now. She graciously asked the waiter to add a chair here, between Jin Yuran and Wen Mengxue. Sitting down, "I didn't expect you to come here with Ranran. After all, with Ranran's understanding ability, the design of fashion week may be similar to Barbie doll's clothes in her eyes."

What she said seemed to be unintentional, but in fact it sounded tight. Jin Yuran didn't feel anything when she heard it. She also felt that Qiao Qing's attitude towards her was much warmer this time. Is there any difference in doll clothes? One is for people and one is for dolls. Everyone says you are a high society lady, you should know the difference."

"Speaking of this kind of thing, it's a lot of learning."

Unexpectedly, Jin Yuran was smarter than before he went abroad. Qiao Qing took a sip of the juice brought to him by the waiter, "I can't tell for a while, but I still think it's better for you not to go to Fashion Week. For you It's no fun in there, really."

"You say it's not fun if it's not fun?"

Jin Yurou, who originally thought that she could enter the fashion week with Jin Yuran's face, couldn't stand it any longer. If Jin Yuran really didn't want to go, wouldn't she be able to go too?Jin Yurou looked at her unceremoniously, "Even if it's not fun, I should let my sister experience it for herself. Who are you? You're still here to be my sister's boss. Do you think it's my sister?"

With that said, Jin Yurou looked at Jin Yuran again, signaling her to unite with him.

Jin Yuran faltered, and didn't know whose words to believe, but Qiao Qing, she glanced at Jin Yurou who dared to refute her own words, with a puzzled look on her face: "Your name is Sister Ranran, so who are you? "

"I'm her younger sister, Jin Yurou."

Seeing Qiao Qing's contrived expression, Jin Yurou was very uncomfortable. She also vaguely knew what Qiao Qing had done. She stirred the creamy soup in front of her with a spoon, "You have only been abroad for a few months. , One sorry at a time, as if I grew up abroad."

Those words made Qiao Qing's complexion change, but she is now able to deal with such words with ease, she smiled softly, "Isn't it too much... I did not go abroad for long, but you also You know, after a long time in a language environment, you will unconsciously imitate their language, I think, you don't have to be so malicious to me, right?"

"Ha ha."

Forced to laugh twice, it was a greeting, Jin Yurou now wished to drive her away quickly, and then persuade Jin Yuran to go to Fashion Week.

"Are you going to Fashion Week?"

Just after Qiao Qing sent Jin Yurou away, she was about to use Jin Yuran's topic to talk to Ye Yunqiu, when Jin Yuran took the initiative to ask her, her face was full of sincere requests: "I am interested in fashion If you really don’t understand, why don’t you take us with you and let us learn more.”

"This……"

Unexpectedly, Jin Yuran would turn against customers. Qiao Qing now has her own social circle abroad. In all fairness, she just wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate Jin Yuran today, and had no other intentions. If she were to bring such a group of She really didn't want the bumpkin to go to Fashion Week.

"Miss Qiao's brother and Ye are always good friends, so it's not like they don't want to help with such a little help? After all, we don't know each other well in Paris."

Cheng Qingshu on the side saw Qiao Qing's reluctance, so he naturally wanted to help his wife to rectify her, "But if Miss Qiao really has any other important matters, we don't feel embarrassed to bother her."

These words cut off Qiao Qing's way of retreat, and the smile on her face was a little stiff, "Although I do have some important things to deal with, but you all said so, I naturally want to receive them well."

"Okay, it seems that you have already set your itinerary."

Ye Yunqiu, who let them fight back and forth at the dinner table, finally spoke lightly. He looked at the naughty little woman beside him: "Do you really want to go to Fashion Week?"

"I didn't want to go."

Looking at him with a smile, Jin Yuran took his hand and shook it, "But I want to know the difference between fashion week clothes and Barbie doll clothes."