My little white flower is not right

As soon as Jiang Peifeng held that hand, her palm felt a chill. She gave Ruan Jiyun a "reassuring" look, and turned to the sales lady, "Have you notified the security?"

Following her words, several young men in uniforms appeared in the employee passageway, and they ran towards them in a hurry, and the leader greeted Jiang Peifeng respectfully: "Miss Jiang, the hospitality is not good, but what's the matter?" thing?"

"These people are causing trouble here, so you can deal with it as you please." Jiang Peifeng pointed at the aunt and his party, "Shanghai is a place where the rule of law is emphasized, and it's not a place where you can do whatever you want by just throwing yourself around."

The aunt never expected that the tricks she had tried so many times would be met with retribution.Seeing that the security guards were about to step forward, they immediately stood up and said, "We are guests...no trouble!"

Jiang Peifeng smiled but said, "Since you are a guest, then do what a guest should do."

When they confronted each other, the eldest aunt's daughter was also a little uneasy. She rolled her eyes, squeezed to Ruan Jiyun's side, and said in a crying voice, "Mother Yun, are you really going to force my mother to death?"

Just now Ruan Jiyun bit her lip and said nothing, Jiang Peifeng held her hand tightly and gave her courage.Since it wasn't my fault, then... I will never admit my mistake!

She thought for a moment, and summoned up the courage to say to her cousin: "Am I forcing her? Or is she trying to make me pay something that I can't even afford? Cousin, if you really can't pay the dowry...then I, I can't help it either."

After saying this, her heart was beating violently. Seeing the dumbfounded look of her always proud cousin, she thought for a while, and then added: "Besides, I have filial piety, so I'm afraid I'll offend you...you , you still don't come near me."

Jiang Peifeng almost laughed, and she patted Ruan Jiyun's shoulder comfortingly: "Yes, let's not rush Miss Ruan's good marriage, and then it will be your fault. Let's go, let's go shopping elsewhere."

After finishing speaking, she took Ruan Jiyun by the hand and left under the escort of the sales lady.

A stunned aunt and big lady were left behind. Facing the contemptuous eyes of the surroundings, they were both ashamed and angry, like mice crossing the street. The sales lady who watched the whole process did not forget to add: "Do you still want these clothes? ?”

The eldest aunt was not willing to cut her flesh, so she left from the other side as if desperately fleeing.

On the other side, Jiang Peifeng saw that Ruan Jiyun was in a bad mood, so he took her back to the car, and asked the driver to go to the nearby cafe to rest for a while before setting off.

She looked at the girl who was still happy when she went out, but now her face was pale, and her bewildered look overlapped with the scene when she saw her for the first time. Jiang Peifeng sighed in his heart, and stretched out his hand I want to touch her hair.

Ruan Jiyun seemed to recover from her dazed emotions after being touched by the warm palm, she looked at Jiang Peifeng who was full of concern, her eyes were red, she tilted her head slightly, leaned her face on her shoulder, and gave a small animal-like expression. A weak whimper.

Even at such a sad moment, she didn't make much noise, but wept intermittently. Jiang Peifeng felt distressed and couldn't bear it. She took the initiative to hug Ruan Jiyun and patted her on the back to comfort her.

In the past 19 years, this is the first time that Ruan Jiyun has bravely rejected those rogue relatives. It turns out that saying "no" feels like this, and the cunning and fierce aunt would show such a timid expression.For a moment, she didn't know whether she had won or whether she should continue to worry. She just felt that years of heartache had been released, and she wanted to find an outlet.

"I'm sorry...your clothes..." Ruan Jiyun cried bitterly, sobbing and saying intermittently, "The clothes are dirty..."

Jiang Peifeng stroked her temples and said softly, "It's okay, just cry, after crying, it's all over."

The person in her arms instantly rubbed against her shoulder as if she had found support.

When Ruan Jiyun finally calmed down, Jiang Peifeng ordered the driver to buy drinks and ice towels from the cafe, and personally groomed the crying red-eyed little rabbit. He looked at his watch: "Should you be hungry? Dad and the others should be here right now. In the shop, let's go there and have a snack before leaving."

Ruan Jiyun's mood had calmed down a lot at this time, he nodded obediently and sat upright on the back seat.

Jiang's clothing store is very large, occupying two floors in the bustling area of ​​Nanjing Road. The first floor is a display of various fabrics and ready-made garments, and the second floor also has a special VIP reception room.The guy guarding the door had good eyesight, and when he saw his license plate from a long distance, he immediately trotted over to open the door.

"Misses are here!" The clerk greeted with a smile, "The master and the eldest son are tallying the goods on the second floor, please come in quickly, both of you."

Jiang Peifeng greeted him with a smile: "Since they are busy, please don't disturb them, let's walk around the shop for a while."

She dragged Ruan Jiyun into the store, and introduced her in a low voice as she walked. At this time, Shanghai is also the fashion center of the entire Far East, and foreign goods such as fashion and cosmetics from Europe and the United States emerge in endlessly.However, for middle-income citizens, although western clothes are fashionable and beautiful, the price is a bit outrageous. Therefore, many merchants have started a clothing business, tailoring fashions with domestic fabrics.

Jiang's family owns two textile factories with sufficient supply of raw materials. Jiang's father aimed at this vast market and positioned the clothing store as a middle-class family with a decent income but struggling to afford western clothes all the year round. The business is quite good.

The shop focuses on women's clothing, and men's suits are also available in additional places, so many ladies are freely shuttled between the shops, looking for their favorite fabrics.

Ruan Jiyun's family also started out as a weaver. Seeing these rich fabrics, she felt a sense of intimacy. She admired a piece of goose-yellow silk cloth with great interest, and her face showed a brisk look.

She watched with enthusiasm, and Jiang Peifeng on the side also had a smile on his face, knowing that the trick of bringing Ruan Jiyun to divert attention had worked.She didn't bother too much, and let her look carefully row by row.

Ruan Jiyun was lingering among the fabrics, and was attracted by a piece of light blue pearlescent fabric. He reached out his hand to feel the texture, but as soon as he raised his hand, it touched the other hand.

It was a girl with a round face about seventeen or eighteen years old. The girl had fair complexion and a millet mole on her cheek. Seeing Ruan Jiyun raised her eyes, she smiled shyly and motioned her to take it first.

Ruan Jiyun also responded with a friendly smile: "Miss, let's take a look first, I just take a casual look."

Her attitude was gentle, and the girl blinked affectionately: "Then I would like to thank this young lady."

She had obviously been eyeing this piece of fabric for a long time, and at this moment she was holding the arm of a middle-aged woman who was supposed to be her mother and acted coquettishly: "Just this piece of fabric, I think those dresses and dance skirts are all made of such shiny materials." .”

The mother touched her daughter soothingly, and then studied the texture of the material: "It's really beautiful, but I don't know how much it costs to make a prom dress?"

The guys are all familiar with the business, and they are helping the staff: "This is the best pearl satin, and it looks almost the same as those foreign dresses in Xinxin Department Store. The masters in the shop are also experienced in tailoring foreign clothes The skirt is the most suitable, and it costs about five yuan including labor and materials."

The girl was obviously moved when she heard the first half, but her mother was a little hesitant: "Five oceans, a dress skirt, the price of half a coat..."

"But this is the only time for the prom. I made an agreement with Sherry and the others that we will always cut a dress..." The girl lowered her voice and looked at her mother with watery eyes, "Otherwise I won't go ..."

"I'm a little worried. The style of the foreign dress exposes the shoulders, and you don't have a suitable occasion to wear it every day..." The mother was still hesitating, "Just wear it for five dollars, let your father know , most would say it was a waste of money..."

She spoke in a soft voice, and the girl probably thought of her father's hard work in making money, but he was not willing to miss the appointment with his friends, so she felt like crying for a while.

Ruan Jiyun couldn't bear to watch from the sidelines, and seeing the mother's repeated embarrassment, he couldn't help but suddenly thought: "If... change the style, maybe it can still be worn everyday."

The mother turned her head, and when she saw a beautiful and elegant young girl, she felt a little more favorable in her heart.

"Miss, I don't know what you mean by changing the style?" She asked warmly with a little hope and a friendly smile on her face.

The other party's attitude was very kind, so Ruan Jiyun suppressed his nervousness, and continued to say according to his own thoughts: "You two want to make that kind of prom dress, I just saw it in a department store, and most of the dresses are off-shoulder. For us, it is indeed a bit... bold, if it is changed to Yuanbaoling, it may be much more comfortable."

She was thinking while talking, but at this time the clerk had already handed over a piece of paper and pen cleverly: "Please take a look at this young lady."

Ruan Jiyun looked at the mother and daughter, the look of anticipation on their faces encouraged her, she hesitated, and then took the drawing pattern on the paper: "This sister is slender, and the high collar can highlight the neck line. If you go out, it is also appropriate to add a small shawl, so that the skirt can be worn several times without wasting it."

There are only a few strokes on the paper, although the strokes are a little immature, you can clearly see the shape: the upper half of the skirt imitates the style of a cheongsam, with ingot collars and buckles, and from the waist down is an A-line skirt, which retains the style of the dress. The graceful posture looks like a combination of Chinese and Western, which is quite fresh.

"It seems...it looks pretty good." The girl stared at the drawing on the paper, her eyes sparkled.

The mother also took a closer look: "This style is indeed fresh, and I think it can be worn out if it is a gathering of relatives. It is really beautiful. Miss, you look like this... I don't know... …”

"If you like it, you can use it to make skirts." Ruan Jiyun saw their approval, and the stone in her heart fell to the ground, "It's just... I drew the shape rashly, will the master here... ..”

She raised her eyes apprehensively, but Jiang Peifeng, who had been watching the whole process, had already laughed: "You help the family with business, and they only have to thank you."

She signaled the waiter to come forward and ask the mother and daughter to have a body measurement, while pulling Ruan Jiyun to her side: "Papa will go downstairs later, and I will ask for a reward for you."

Ruan Jiyun blushed belatedly: "I'm very happy if I can help... how can I ask for any money."

"Not only rewards, I'm afraid I have to invite you to a big meal." Jiang's father's cheerful voice sounded behind him, "Yunniang, how about selling your new-style skirt to a shop?"