Reborn Sweet Wife: Quan Shao's favorite

Qiao Ruoqing just asked to wrap it up, he didn't even ask the price, and just handed over the card.

So pet!
Even though he knew that the young and promising president of the Huo Group was already famous, the shopping guide still uncontrollably took a second look, and then turned and walked towards the cashier with the bag and card.

However, Qiao Ruolan took a step forward and stood in front of the shopping guide, "I saw this bag first, so how can I sell it to someone else?"

Without waiting for the shopping guide to answer, she looked at Qiao Ruoqing again, "Sister, there should be a first-come-first-served basis for everything, right?"

Qiao Ruoqing narrowed her eyes slightly.

First come first?

Qiao Ruolan also has the nerve to say this word?
There was a flash of sternness in her eyes, and Qiao Ruoqing immediately laughed again, "Sisters, what do you say about first come first? Since you like it, just say it, then there is nothing wrong with me letting you go."

Not just bags, but people.

"However, you have to say it anyway, isn't it a bit inappropriate to directly grab it so hard?"

Qiao Ruolan heard the meaning of Qiao Ruoqing's words, bit her lower lip, "Are you blaming me for being with Mingyuan?"

In fact, Song Mingyuan also knew what Qiao Ruoqing said just now, but what Qiao Ruoqing said was only an allusion, and she didn't say it explicitly, so it wasn't too embarrassing.

But now that Qiao Ruolan has pierced that layer of window paper, the meaning is different.

Feeling that this was inappropriate, Song Mingyuan quickly grabbed Qiao Ruolan's arm, and said in a low voice, "Ruolan, forget it!"

Recently, Qiao Ruolan felt that she had been greatly wronged. Today, she was rejected by Mr. Song, and she felt even more aggrieved. Now that she saw Song Mingyuan was about to confess, how could she just let it go?

Swinging Song Mingyuan's arm, Qiao Ruolan didn't even look at him, and went straight to Qiao Ruoqing.

Seeing Qiao Ruolan's aggressive and unconvinced look, Huo Jingyuan was afraid that Qiao Ruoqing would suffer, so he immediately took a step forward and stood in front of Qiao Ruoqing.

He is 1.8 meters five and above, a lot taller than Qiao Ruolan. At this moment, he looked down at Qiao Ruolan. Although he didn't say a word, there was a strong sense of oppression around him.

Most of Qiao Ruolan's momentum disappeared in an instant, but she didn't want to be looked down upon.

The shopping guide who said she didn't buy that bag just now is right in front of her. There are other customers in the store, and some people gathered at the store entrance. If I just let it go, how can I hold my head up in Jiangcheng in the future?

Thinking of this, Qiao Ruolan stretched her neck, looked up at the stern man in front of her, "Mr. Huo, I want to say a few words to my sister, isn't that okay?"

Huo Jingyuan laughed, his voice was not loud, but full of sarcasm: "You think Ruoqing is your sister?"

With a chuckle, he continued: "I didn't see that at all!"

Song Mingyuan took two steps back.

He didn't want to have conflicts with Huo Jingyuan, especially at this time.

However, Qiao Ruolan didn't think so.

Meeting Huo Jingyuan's gaze, Qiao Ruolan said word by word: "I know, my sister liked Mingyuan, but Mingyuan's final choice was me, and my sister felt that she couldn't bear it, but..."

"Qiao Ruolan, you are wrong." Qiao Ruoqing came out from behind Huo Jingyuan, took the back of Huo Jingyuan's hand, and leaned on his body, "Do you think I will hate you because of that? No, I won't .”

What I hate is what you did to me in the previous life. It was you and your mother who joined forces to force my mother to death. It was you mother and daughter who came to Qiao's house from the very beginning to plot.

As for the matter between you and Song Mingyuan——

"If it comes to Song Mingyuan, not only will I not hold grudges against you, on the contrary, I will also thank you." Qiao Ruoqing's voice was cheerful, and every word was like a note jumping on the piano.

But Qiao Ruolan felt that something was wrong.

Seeing Qiao Ruolan's dazed look, Qiao Ruoqing continued: "Speaking of which, you rescued me from the dragon's pool and tiger's lair, so no matter what I say, I should thank you for saving my life!"

While speaking, her gaze had already fallen on Song Mingyuan who had stepped back a few steps, "Besides, you and Song Mingyuan are also a match made in heaven, no matter how you look at it, you are a perfect match, so it is best for you to be together of!"

A scumbag man with a scumbag girl, what is it if it's not a perfect match in the world?
"As for me, I am very happy now, and I hope you will be happy too." She blinked her eyes and said very sincerely, "What I said is true."

She leaned her upper body forward, leaned close to Qiao Ruolan's ear, and said in a low voice, "Look, I even gave you the man, so what's the point if I bought the bag you wanted?"

"Or, you buy it back? Anyway, I haven't paid yet!"

After she finished speaking, Qiao Ruoqing quickly withdrew her upper body and distanced herself from Qiao Ruolan.

But Qiao Ruolan was inspired.

That's right, although Qiao Ruoqing wants that bag, hasn't she paid for it yet?
Qiao Ruolan turned around, wanting Song Mingyuan to buy the bag, but found that Song Mingyuan had already retreated to a corner at some point.

Her face blushed, and she walked over quickly, pulling Song Mingyuan to the cashier.

The eyes of the people around them naturally focused on the two of them.

Song Mingyuan felt uncomfortable being seen, and he couldn't do anything to Qiao Ruolan in public, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Ruolan, what exactly do you want?"

"Buying bags!" Qiao Ruolan replied, "I asked you to accompany me to buy bags. What do you think I want to do?"

At the cash register, Qiao Ruolan pointed to the bag that the shopping guide put on it just now, and said to Song Mingyuan, "I want this, you buy it for me!"

"Ruolan..."

"Don't talk nonsense, I want it, buy it for me!"

"But……"

"Do you want Qiao Ruoqing to see my jokes?"

Qiao Ruoqing looked at this scene and found it a little funny.

In fact, she didn't like that bag very much, but because Qiao Ruolan liked it, she felt that the bag seemed to be of great value.

Moreover, everything Huo Jingyuan did to the Song family in the past few days was not without effect.

Originally, Huo Jingyuan said that he would give her a gift that day, and he promised that she would like it, but she thought that Huo Jingyuan just said it to make her happy.

Unexpectedly, Huo Jingyuan really did it.

Since this is the case, then we must give full play to the value of that gift, otherwise it would be meaningless.

Seeing Song Mingyuan's refusal to pay for Qiao Ruolan, Qiao Ruoqing also walked over holding Huo Jingyuan's hand, "Aren't you going to buy it? If not, then I'll buy it, Miss Shopping Guide, please..."

"Who said we won't buy it?" Qiao Ruolan took a look at Qiao Ruoqing, then gritted her teeth, put her hand into Song Mingyuan's pocket, and took out Song Mingyuan's wallet from inside without any mistakes.

Song Mingyuan didn't expect Qiao Ruolan to do such a move at all. He was taken aback. He reached out to grab the wallet back, but Qiao Ruolan had already drawn a bank card from it and handed it to the cashier, "Swipe this card , I want this bag!"

The cashier looked at Qiao Ruoqing with some embarrassment.

Qiao Ruoqing smiled lightly, she was very considerate: "Since Ruolan really likes it so much, then I'll let her."

Qiao Ruolan hated Qiao Ruoqing's righteous and dignified appearance very much.

Now she was cornered by Qiao Ruoqing. If she bought this bag, Qiao Ruoqing would say that she gave it to her;

And there are so many spectators around.

After hearing what Qiao Ruoqing said, the cashier took the card from Qiao Ruolan's hand, and at the same time said to Qiao Ruoqing: "Mr. Qiao, you are such a good sister. Ms. Qiao is so lucky to have a sister like you!"

Qiao Ruolan bit her lower lip tightly.

Good sister?Qiao Ruoqing?hehe!
And that cashier called Qiao Ruoqing "Mr. Qiao" and called her "Miss Qiao". Do you really think she can't tell the difference between the two?

Or do you know that she can hear it, but still do it on purpose?
Qiao Ruolan had all kinds of grievances in her heart, but she didn't know how to vent it.

Just at this time, the cashier handed back the bank card she had just handed out with both hands, "Miss Qiao, I'm sorry, the money in your bank card is not enough to pay for this order!"

Qiao Ruolan was startled.

How can it be?

"Did you make a mistake?" Qiao Ruolan asked anxiously.

The cashier shook his head, "I've checked twice."

Then, he looked at Song Mingyuan who was hanging his head next to him, "Why don't you ask Mr. Song what's going on?"

How could Qiao Ruolan really ask?
Gritting his teeth, he took the card back, and handed it another one, but the result was still the same, not enough money.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Qiao Ruolan's forehead, and she took out a few credit cards, "What about these?"

The cashier tried them one by one, and then handed them all back intact, with a very apologetic tone: "I'm sorry, Ms. Qiao, all of your credit cards have been limited, so..."

"Why..." Qiao Ruolan suspected that there was something wrong with the cashier system in the store, and was about to get angry, but before she could finish her sentence, a hand was placed on her shoulder.

Looking back, it was Qiao Ruoqing.

Not only that, but Qiao Ruoqing also had a very gentle smile on her face.

She was a little surprised.

Qiao Ruoqing hasn't smiled at her like this for a long time, what's going on?

"Don't be so angry." Qiao Ruoqing comforted her with a smile, and then said to the cashier, "Swipe my card, give it to Ruolan, and let her take it away."

While talking, Qiao Ruoqing was about to open her bag to get the card.

However, before she reached into the bag, her hand was held by Huo Jingyuan's warm big hand, "Swipe mine. It's also appropriate to give my sister-in-law a gift, it's just a small amount of money."

Song Mingyuan clenched his hand in his pocket into a fist.

It's just a little money... So Huo Jingyuan meant that he didn't even have this little money?

Qiao Ruolan also felt humiliated, "Huo Jingyuan, what do you mean by that? You mean we can't afford it?"

Huo Jingyuan looked at her without saying a word, but that playful look said everything.

"Huo Jingyuan, you..."

"Ruolan, let's go!" Seeing more and more onlookers at the door of the store, Song Mingyuan couldn't help but take Qiao Ruolan's hand and quickly left the brand store.