After getting into trouble with a wealthy family, the scheming uncle forced him to get married step

When Sang Zhi came out of the fitting room, there was no one else outside except the manager.

Neither Zhuo Yijing nor Zhuo Ziyue was there.

Seeing Sangzhi stunned, the manager stepped forward with a smile and explained to her.

"Madam, your husband took your son to buy you milk tea. He should be back soon."

Sangzhi pulled her lips, wanting to explain but felt it was unnecessary.

She stood in front of the dressing mirror and looked at the light yellow V-neck fragrant dress she was wearing. She felt that it was a little unsatisfactory, so she was going to go in and change it.

Just as he turned around, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him.

The manager respectfully called "Miss Sang".

"Lingxue, when are we going to take our engagement photos soon?" Han Xuyang put his arms around Sang Lingxue's waist and spoke in a gentle voice.

"Let's talk about it in a few days. I've been a little busy recently."

Sang Lingxue said calmly, with an indifferent expression.

"Oh, what a coincidence."

Sang Lingxue raised her eyes and looked at Sang Zhi, who was standing at the door of the fitting room and changed clothes again, and curled her lips.

Han Xuyang was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at her, then followed her line of sight, and his eyes fell on the girl wearing a black sleeveless waist dress alone at the door.

"Let's go over and say hello." Sang Lingxue glanced at Han Xuyang and raised the corners of her lips slightly.

Sang Zhi listened to the gradual footsteps and sneered.

really.

Whenever Sang Lingxue saw her, she would come over to her.

"Twigs."

Han Xuyang was the first to speak. He looked at the girl in front of him with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Before, Sangzhi always wore plain and light-colored skirts.

I have almost never worn black or red dresses.

Now she is wearing a black round-neck sleeveless waist-length dress, which perfectly highlights her figure curves. Moreover, she is very white, and the black skirt makes her even whiter, giving people the feeling of a black and white swan. .

Sang Zhi glanced at the man and woman clinging to each other, his eyes were calm and indifferent, and he only raised his eyes to look at the man.

"Brother Xuyang."

"Zhizhi, why are you here?" Han Xuyang raised his eyes and looked at her.

"Xuyang, can you stop asking stupid questions? Besides buying clothes, what else can you do in the clothing store?" Sang Lingxue sneered and turned her head to look at Sang Zhi.

"Zhizhi, did you come here by yourself?"

Han Xuyang frowned and looked at her.

"Do you think it's possible? This is a high-end brand clothing store, not a discount sale area in a shopping mall. She still wants to buy these clothes on her own? She can work part-time for a few more years to earn some money. By then, she may be able to afford the ones here A piece of clothing."

Sang Lingxue's eyes fell on her face and she couldn't help but sneer, her beautiful and delicate face full of disdain.

Sangzhi pulled his lips and sneered.

"Zhizhi, Lingxue..." Han Xuyang was about to speak, but was interrupted by Sang Lingxue.

"Han Xuyang, whose fiancé are you? She calls her "True Kiss" one by one. Those who know her would think you are her fiancé."

Sang Lingxue turned sideways, raised her eyes to look at the handsome man beside her, and sneered, her eyes full of disdain and ridicule.

Han Xuyang was scolded by her and lowered his head in silence.

Sang Zhi looked up at Han Xuyang and sneered.

"Ling Xue, I'm going out to take a call. You two can talk first."

Han Xuyang coughed lightly and avoided Sang Zhi's mocking eyes. A call came on his cell phone. After getting Sang Lingxue's signal, he strode out.

There were only two people left in the fitting room, Sang Lingxue and Sang Zhi.

Sang Lingxue flipped up her hair, raised her lips charmingly, and looked up at her with disdain on her face.

"Where is that boyfriend of yours? Didn't you become a step-mother for someone? It shouldn't be counted as a boyfriend. Are you being kept? You can't afford the high-end clothes here." Sang Lingxue was minding her own business. As he spoke, he slowly walked forward and stared at Sang Zhi condescendingly.

"Is it about you?"

Sang Zhi laughed, with disdain on his face.

"Clothes worth 138000 yuan. Tsk tsk tsk. You are indeed being taken care of. Does Fengyi know?" Sang Lingxue walked up to her, her fingertips slowly circled behind Sang Zhi, gently caressed her ear, and moved down slowly. , falling onto the label behind you.

"Last time I sent a photo of you and that old man to Fengyi. Do you know what he said?"

Sang Lingxue came closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Even if you are played to death by others, it has nothing to do with him."

After saying that, she gently pulled off the paper tag on the back of Sang Zhi's dress, then took a step back, held it between her fingertips, and shook it towards Sang Zhi.

Sang Zhi raised his eyes slightly, his eyes getting colder.

"How dare you wear a 138000 skirt."

Sang Lingxue sneered, slowly threw the label on the ground, slowly raised her foot and stepped on it hard with her high heels, looking domineering.

"The dress is nice. When I get engaged, wear it too. If you can afford it."

Sang Lingxue curled her lips and smiled.

"Manager, come here."

Sang Lingxue looked towards the manager who was talking to the front desk staff at the counter not far away.

The manager came over quickly and spoke respectfully.

"Ma'am, do you have any instructions?"

However, as soon as the manager finished speaking, he exclaimed and stared straight at the tag at Sang Zhi's feet.

"My God! What's going on here?"

The manager's expression suddenly changed, he hurriedly knelt down to pick up the tag on the ground, and suddenly looked at Sang Zhi.

The corners of Sang Zhi's lips were slightly raised in a sarcastic arc. Sang Lingxue, who was opposite her, smiled provocatively at her, then picked a dress and walked into the fitting room with a swagger.

"Madam, what's going on? If our tag is taken off, it will not be returned or exchanged...and this is a limited edition. If you don't buy it after the tag is taken off...we will be in a dilemma. We are just As a worker, there is no way to explain to the headquarters. This is the rule in our store."

The manager's face was pale, and the hand holding the tag was trembling.

In fact, I just saw these two people talking on the front desk monitor.That Miss Sang was also a regular customer of the store, so she didn't care.

Sometimes not even one of these 10,000+ dresses can be sold in a year.

When the lady was choosing clothes just now, it was all chosen by the boy, and they didn't look at the price.

If you can find a way to get her to buy the skirt.That Miss Sang also increased her business.If she sells this 10,000+ dress, she will definitely get a lot of dividends.

Anyway, this wife’s husband seems to be a wealthy man.

Thinking like this, the manager had an idea in his mind and looked at Sang Zhi pretending to be embarrassed.

"I bought it."

Sangzhi spoke in a nonchalant manner, with an indifferent expression.

He glanced down at the black skirt on his body.The style is not bad.

She rarely wears such a dress.

This skirt was actually chosen by Zhuo Ziyue just now.

"what?"

The manager was stunned, his eyes widened, and he looked at the girl in front of him in shock.

She thought she had heard it wrong.

Looking at the girl who looked like a little white flower in front of her, she thought that the lady would wait for her husband to come back and discuss it for a while while crying.

She thought it would take a long time.

After all, this is not a dress worth more than 1 yuan, but a few thousand yuan.

It’s 138000 yuan!A dress worth nearly 14 yuan!

"Swipe card?"

Sang Zhi's voice was calm, she lightly raised her eyelids and curled her lips casually, looking unfazed.

From beginning to end, her tone was so calm and indifferent, and she never frowned.

The manager froze.

A dress worth 14 yuan.