Uncle, your squeamish bag is crying and needs to be posted

Still looking innocent and harmless, she looked at the clerk and asked.

"Then how much is the most expensive shirt in your store?"

The smile on the clerk's face was slightly restrained, and the look in Yan Rongrong's eyes is why you are so ignorant. I told you that it is expensive, and you must not be able to afford it. Why do you ask?Don't you save yourself some face?

Yan Rongrong was very peaceful, with a quiet and gentle appearance, she didn't seem to understand what the clerk meant, and was just waiting for her answer.

Seeing that she was so dishonest, the clerk's expression was far from the enthusiasm just now, and he directly offered Yan Rongrong a price.

"The price of that shirt is in the six figures. Can you afford it? Look at the ones here. I told you before that the price is very expensive. If you have to ask, come on, there are eight or nine of them here." Thousands, more than 1 shirts are also brand names, and they have face when worn out.”

There were two other customers in the store, and they all looked at Yan Rongrong at this time. They actually couldn't afford the 10,000+ shirts, but it didn't stop them from laughing at Yan Rongrong. They were reluctant to buy such expensive ones, so they wouldn't to ask.

Yan Rongrong was very uninterested, and even asked if she couldn't afford it. No wonder the shopping guide showed her face.

Yan Rongrong thought in her heart that the six figures are 10,000+, and the most expensive is 19. She actually thinks it is really expensive, but since it is for Mr. Si, she can accept this price.

She found the wallet from the big bag, this wallet was given to her by Si Boheng, together with the cards in the wallet, Yan Rongrong took out the secondary card that Si Boheng gave her.

Said to the clerk.

"Is this really the only one of your clothes?"

The clerk frowned and looked even worse with Yan Rongrong's eyes. She didn't think this young girl could really afford it, and the card in her hand must be just for pretending.

So he laughed.

"Yeah, this is the only one. Where can you produce 10,000+ shirts?"

Yan Rongrong nodded, and handed over the card in his hand.

"Then I will, but I have never heard of your brand, but the flower on the shirt is very beautiful."

The clerk looked at the card in Yan Rongrong's hand, but he didn't really believe that the card contained real money. Is this girl a fool?It's a bit over the top.

A look of malice flashed in the clerk's eyes, she sneered, and took Yan Rongrong's card.

"Miss, the price of our shirt is 17, your card..."

She just wanted to say that there is not enough money in your card, but the credit card machine beeped, indicating that the payment was successful.

Her eyes widened, and she checked quickly with some disbelief. The receipts had already come out, which clearly stated that 17 had been paid.

Holding the receipt, she looked at Yan Rongrong in shock.

Yan Rongrong smiled at her and asked.

"Wrap that shirt up for me, and besides, can you return the card to me?"

The female shop assistant came back to her senses and said quickly.

"Of course, return it to you."

She put Ka's hands into Yan Rongrong's hands, then quickly ironed the shirt for her, put it in the box, and smiled obsequiously.

"Please sign this receipt."

Yan Rongrong got the small ticket, hesitated for a moment, and wrote the words "Bo Heng" on it.

Then he put the card back, put the wallet into his big bag, took out a cup from it, drank two sips of water, and took out the parasol.

Then he took the paper bag from the clerk, then looked at her and said.

"Thank you."

The clerk's face froze. Normally, customers would politely say thank you to her after buying clothes. She never felt that this sentence had any weight, but now, this girl said thank you to her with a gentle smile.

But she felt as if her face had been slapped, and it burned uncomfortably.

The girl had already gone out with her clothes on, opened the parasol as soon as she went out, and walked very slowly, just like her character, gentle, courteous, and pure.

The other two shop assistants walked up to her, and one of them asked.

"She really bought it?"

said another.

"Have you seen the cup she used? The price is more than 6000. Her color is still very rare, so it should be more expensive. It is not unusual for someone who can afford such a cup to buy a 17 shirt."

Only the clerk who served Yan Rongrong didn't speak. She lowered her head and looked at the receipt signed by Yan Rongrong. The name on it was Si Boheng.

When these three words came into view, she almost doubted her own eyes. Her first reaction was the girl's blindly written name, but the lesson just now told her that she could no longer guess at will. She raised her head and looked at the door.

The girl had long since disappeared there. What would such a young girl have to do with the young master of the Si family?

Yan Rongrong came out of the store, held up the parasol, and looked up at the sky. In fact, the sun is not very strong at the moment, and she didn't use this thing before, but seeing that Mr. Si put an umbrella in her bag, she still took it. Come out and use it.

Walking along the way, there were two shops with nice skirts, but Yan Rongrong didn't go in, she didn't need to buy skirts, Mr. Si prepared a lot for her.

She walked to a place where she saw that it was a breakfast shop, and the smell of meat buns wafted outside. She looked back and saw that this was the innermost part of the street, so there were quite a few breakfast shops, and there were two that sold morning tea. But she smelled the meat buns.

Yan Rongrong swallowed her saliva, she vomited a lot of her morning meal, she really wanted to eat meat buns right now, but she was afraid that she would vomit in other people's shop, wouldn't it affect other people's meal.

So she walked in, looked at the menu carefully for a while, and then said.

"I want stuffed pork and cabbage, a cage."

The clerk said with a smile when he saw such a pretty little girl.

"Sit down and wait for a while, I'll be fine soon."

There are eight steamed buns in a basket, Yan Rongrong thinks it is not enough, what if Mr. Si also eats it, so he ordered another cage of shrimps, although she wants to eat big meat buns most, but the shrimps can be eaten by Mr. Si.

Yan Rongrong was carrying two baskets of steamed stuffed buns, an umbrella, and a big shoulder bag. She also stuffed Si Boheng's shirt into the bag, and walked straight towards the Si Group Building.

When she was almost at the door, she took out her mobile phone and called Fang Cheng directly.

Thinking that Si Boheng is in a meeting now, Yan Rongrong doesn't intend to disturb him anymore, let Secretary Fang pick her up.

Fang Cheng was Si Boheng's secretary, and Fang Cheng was naturally in Si Boheng's meeting. When her cell phone rang, she was startled and hung up the phone.

But when she saw clearly that it was Yan Rongrong, she was taken aback again, and quickly raised her head to look at Si Boheng.

Si Boheng was sitting at the top, majestic and dignified. He was talking, but he frequently looked down at his phone.