Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

The voice fell, and the surrounding customers all looked over.

Wang Mengxue raised her head in astonishment, and said in disbelief: "Qian Xi..."

Ancheng is very big and small, and they met again after only two days apart.

The woman raised her eyebrows and looked Song Qianxi up and down with her beautiful eyes painted with exquisite eye makeup, recognizing her clothing brand and price.

Looking at Wang Mengxue again, she has a good figure with a bit of beauty, and her facial features are not bad, but because of lack of maintenance, her skin is loose and her complexion is haggard. No matter how you look at it, she can't match the young, beautiful and rich Song Qianxi.

However, it is a fool not to take money.

Regardless of their relationship, as long as someone is willing to lose money.

The woman withdrew her gaze, looked at the [-] on the table, picked up the money and dialed it a few times.

"You are lucky, someone will lose money for you."

Wang Mengxue frowned, and stretched out her hand to pull Song Qianxi. Just as she touched her sleeve, she recalled the oil stains on her hands and shrank back. An unflappable look.

Wang Mengxue is still worried, forty thousand, this is not a small amount.

Zheng Xueying stepped forward and said with relief: "Don't worry, this money is not so easy to get."

The woman was about to put the money into the bag when someone grabbed her wrist, and a girl's clear voice came from above her head, "Don't rush to put the money in the bag, you should take off your skirt and give it to me if you lose money."

As soon as the words came out, the woman was dumbfounded, and cursed: "You are crazy."

"Could it be that when you go to the store to buy something, the store doesn't give you the goods after you gave the money?" Song Qianxi said convincingly: "I lost [-] yuan, which is equivalent to buying this dress. There is no reason why you took the money and returned the dress Take it away."

"That makes sense. Who knows if she would send the clothes to the dry cleaners to be washed and re-worn, earning [-] for nothing."

"However, this requirement is a bit overwhelming. Whoever has nothing to do should bring an extra set of clothes."

The surrounding customers were talking about it, and there were two different views, each expressing their own opinions.

After hearing Song Qianxi's words, the woman couldn't argue for a while, and even agreed with her a little bit.

It just so happened that she still had a windbreaker jacket, and she could buy new clothes for Song Qianxi with [-] yuan after changing the dirty clothes, but it was embarrassing for so many people.

If you don't change it, your clothes will be dirty and you have no money...

This damn girl is trying to cheat her on purpose!

Seeing the woman's unpredictable expression, Song Qianxi added, "You still have to apologize."

"What?" the woman exclaimed, "I apologize to the waiter? Are you kidding me!"

Now, the woman threw the money on the table without any hesitation, and said angrily, "I don't want it anymore!"

When the goal was achieved, a sly light flashed in Song Qianxi's eyes, and she pretended to say deliberately: "That's no good, you will have to pay for dirtying your skirt, I'm in a hurry, can you be quicker."

The woman was urged and became even more annoyed, "Are you annoying or not, I said no, you don't have to pay!"

Song Qianxi was not angry at all when she was yelled at. She smiled and said softly, "Are you annoying? But when someone apologized to you just now, you were also so aggressive, even swearing at each other."

The woman's face was pale and pale, and she stared at Song Qianxi fiercely.

Song Qianxi shrank her head pretending to be afraid. From outsiders' perspective, she was just a bad woman bullying a simple girl, and she couldn't help arousing the contempt of the surrounding customers.

The woman was so angry that she couldn't eat, got up and put on her coat, picked up her bag and said, "If you don't eat, I'm unlucky!"

Song Qianxi collected the money, and said unhurriedly: "No one is born noble, and there is no distinction between high and low occupations. You can't enjoy your meal without a waiter, and you can't play your value without a customer service..."