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Yang Qingheng thought he was not happy to be ordered around, curled her lips, and didn't worry about it. She picked a few items and put them on the chair for him to try, then walked to the women's clothing area aside.

"Wait a minute, I want this skirt." Just as he was about to pay, a arrogant voice came from the side.

Yang Qingheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman.

Mrs. Zhang, followed behind her seemed to be Boss Zhang, who competed with her for land at the auction last time.

Yang Qingheng chuckled and pointed to the clothes on the table: "Mrs. Zhang also likes this style of skirt? Sister, get one for her too."

"Miss, the skirts we have here are all designed by the old tailor and embroidered stitch by stitch. There is only one piece in all of them." The salesperson was embarrassed, pulled Yang Qingheng's sleeve, and whispered in her ear.

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, feeling a little embarrassed.

Mrs. Zhang was funny: "Qingheng, you are probably too busy. You haven't been shopping for a long time, so I don't know that this is the rule in this store."

Yang Qingheng was about to say that in this case, the skirt was given to her. Although she liked the skirt, it was just a dead thing after all. She didn't like it enough to compete with others.

But Mrs. Zhang spoke immediately: "As Mrs. Tang, I don't need this piece of clothing at home, so give it to me."

He said and reached for it directly.

Yang Qingheng's originally smiling face fell down because of these words.

She could give it to her, but the moral kidnapping method was really too frustrating, so she took it back immediately: "Mrs. Zhang is right, Mrs. Zhang's family has a big business, wouldn't it mean that she looks down on this dress even more? In this case , what are you trying to rob me for, right? Mrs. Zhang?"

Mrs. Zhang didn't expect that she would really care about her, and her face suddenly turned cold: "Mrs. Tang, do you really want to lose your temper with me over a piece of clothing?"

Even though she usually talks kindly to Yang Qingheng, in fact, from the bottom of her heart she despises the poor guy from this poor area.

I especially couldn't stand the way she competed with men in the mall for market share.

The ladies of any family are like her, drinking with men outside every day for a few dollars, and they don't feel ashamed.

"I didn't lose my temper with Mrs. Zhang. Everything is first come, first served. Mrs. Zhang is being unreasonable." Yang Qingheng saw the contempt in her eyes and for a moment felt that there was no need to maintain the relationship.

Not to mention that Boss Zhang competed with her for land at the auction last time, let’s just say that the Zhang family’s industry is very different from hers. There is not much possibility of cooperation at all. For this life, they may not be able to use it. It's not worth it to force myself to endure such a heavy breath due to a single connection.

"You women are troublesome!" Boss Zhang looked on upset and interrupted the two of them, "Does Deputy Tang know that Mrs. Tang is so stingy outside?"

As he spoke, he took out a membership card and threw it on the table, facing the salesperson: "Your mall belongs to my friends. Do I need your approval to buy a piece of clothing? My wife can't get this piece of clothing today. , don’t even think about doing it here.”

The men bumped into each other, and Yang Qingheng was pushed by him and staggered into the corner of the table. Her face was pale and she looked towards Boss Zhang with a dark face.

Boss Zhang just looked at her mockingly: "What's wrong with Mrs. Tang? You really treat yourself like a porcelain doll. If you touch her, she will die. You don't want to touch me, do you?"

The salesperson went through special training and could tell the authenticity of the card just by looking at it. Her face was pale, she looked at Yang Qingheng pleadingly, and apologized: "Ms. Yang, I'm really sorry. This dress..."

Mrs. Zhang's eyes were shining as she watched Boss Zhang throw out a membership card and then looked at the salesperson's humble look.

As expected of the man she saw.

Yang Qingheng, a country brat, is really becoming more and more ignorant. Has she forgotten how she kowtowed to them when she first came to the capital?

Liang Liang glanced at Yang Qingheng: "Miss Yang has nothing to say now. If you ask me, I still like your old appearance. A dog is a dog. Don't pretend to be a human being. Otherwise, you will be indifferent and make trouble. It’s a joke.”

This was too much to say, and even the salesperson next to him turned pale.

The person involved, Yang Qingheng, was also very angry, but what could she do if she fought over her friend's territory, but in the end she would lose face.

He gritted his teeth, threw down the skirt, turned around and walked outside.

"Why are we talking so lively?" Song Hengjue walked up from behind, swinging the car keys, glanced at Boss Zhang, took a step forward, and pretended to be casual and protected Yang Qingheng behind him.

It's enough to pretend.

Yang Qingheng looked at the people in front of him and rolled his eyes inwardly, enjoying the fun.

When Boss Zhang saw Song Hengjue, his eyes lit up. He pushed Mrs. Zhang away and rushed over: "Mr. Song, why are you here? I made an appointment with you a few days ago, and your secretary told me that you were busy with family matters. I thought this paragraph There’s no time to see the top.”

Mrs. Zhang was pushed and staggered.

Yang Qingheng subconsciously gave him a hand, but she pushed him away in disgust. She even wiped her arm hard twice with a handkerchief, for fear of getting muddy on it.

The corners of Yang Qingheng's mouth twitched, and he wanted to slap himself hard twice to make her fall. What a shameful move.

"Why am I here? Doesn't it seem difficult to guess?" Song Hengjue squinted at Boss Zhang and glanced at his hand.

The man's tone was the same as usual, but Boss Zhang inexplicably felt a cold air rising from the soles of his feet, and cold sweat broke out on his neck.

"I think Mr. Song is here to inspect, right? Mr. Song is indeed Mr. Song, and he comes to inspect in person. I really admire him." He rubbed his hands, smiled flatteringly, and immediately seized the opportunity to turn the topic to his own affairs, " I don’t know when Mr. Song will be free. The cooperation I mentioned last time..."

"Cooperation is easy to talk about," Song Hengjue sneered inwardly and raised his chin at him, "Now, I have some other things I want to talk to you about."