The little stepmother is poor and crazy, and the Buddhist disciples in Beijing kneel down and pamper

Suddenly she saw a store and her eyes stopped moving.

Liu Zhenzhen followed her line of sight and saw a store selling ethnic costumes.

It is filled with colorful ethnic costumes, accessories, and some peripherals. To be precise, this is like a dance clothing store.

When he turned around again, Fang Qingqing was no longer in her seat.

She just turned around and walked away without her cover or shield.

Liu Zhenzhen: ...

He stood up and followed, and the two entered the store.

"Wow, this is a paradise for choosing gifts!" Fang Qingqing sighed as she bit her straw.

The clerk saw someone coming in and immediately greeted him warmly.

"Welcome, what would you like to buy?" Fang Qingqing's mask was half pulled down. It was still rare to see people wearing sunglasses in the mall, so she couldn't help but take a second look.

Liu Zhenzhen walked up and stood behind Fang Qingqing.

"Are you sure you want to buy it here?"

"Yes, grandma seems to have formed a team of elderly models or something. There are so many things here, I can definitely choose something that suits her."

Hearing this, Liu Zhenzhen stopped talking.

Fang Qingqing was already dazzled by what she saw. She was looking at colorful clothes, trying on other people's hats, and picking up a tambourine to beat a few times...

The clerk next to her ignored her and looked at Liu Zhenzhen with her eyes.

Liu Zhenzhen:? ? ?

She raised her eyebrows expressionlessly. Her face had a bad face when she wasn't smiling. Now that she looked at her with this look, the clerk's smile froze.

"I feel like you are alone!"

After much hesitation, the clerk finally expressed his doubts.

Liu Zhenzhen: "It doesn't look like it!"

The clerk shook his head, "Like, I think you look very much like that crazy Qingqing's manager. I've seen you on variety shows, and it's definitely you, right?"

Liu Zhenzhen: ...

"If you don't go over, that person will wear out your clothes."

At this time, Fang Qingqing was playing with a gauze skirt in front of the mirror. The skirt was really gauze and looked good, but it didn't seem to be able to withstand the tossing.

Now the gauze was hanging with her clothes, and Fang Qingqing was too anxious to take it off.

The clerk was shocked and quickly stepped forward, "Don't move, I'll do it."

He hurriedly began to peel off two pieces of clothing.

Fang Qingqing was also startled, holding milk tea in one hand, "Zhenzhen, help me!"

Liu Zhenzhen went over and helped her hold the milk tea cup.

When the clerk heard the voice, he was excited, "Really? Are you Fang Qingqing?!"

The voice was loud and the hands were shaking, and the gauze wrapped around Fang Qingqing's clothes was torn in an instant.

Three people screamed at the same time.

"This……"

"This is not our problem." Liu Zhenzhen took the lead in expressing his attitude before Fang Qingqing.

The clerk seemed nervous and anxious. He separated the two pieces of clothing as quickly as possible and looked at the torn gauze skirt in his hand with tears in his eyes. "It's over. This is the only one left. Now it's all in tatters. How can I sell it?" ah!"

There was a lot of complaining in his tone.

Fang Qingqing tilted her head to look at her and took off her glasses, "What made you excited just now?"

Finally seeing the face under the glasses clearly, the clerk held back the tears that were about to shed, "I'm not excited."

"Your hands are shaking because you're not excited. If you shake your hands, your clothes will be ruined!"

What Fang Qingqing said is reasonable and well-founded.

The clerk was at a loss for words, walked aside with the clothes in his arms, stopped talking, and shed tears of grievance.

Fang Qingqing and Liu Zhenzhen looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

"You won't let me buy this dress, will you?"

Ming people don't say secret words, so Fang Qingqing walked over and asked.

The clerk was also kind-hearted. He raised his teary eyes and asked, "Can you buy it?"

Fang Qingqing shook her head, "I don't pay for other people's mistakes!"

She really liked the things in this store, but what happened just now was probably half of her fault.

The clerk stopped talking and continued to cry.

Fang Qingqing:......

"Forget it, one more thing is worse than one less thing. How much do these clothes cost?"

Liu Zhenzhen said that he would pay for it out of his own pocket.

Fang Qingqing stopped her, "No! I don't need this dress."

"Then what are you going to do? After all, it was you who picked up the clothes first and wrapped them around you. It's her fault that her hands are shaking. But if you go out of this door without paying today, do you know what will happen?"

Fang Qingqing folded her arms with a relaxed expression.

"Isn't it just that she talked it over on the Internet and used my name to start an online violence against me?"

Liu Zhenzhen looked at her with a look like you still know.

The clerk nervously glanced at the surveillance camera in the store, obviously wanting to confirm whether it was operating normally.

Fang Qingqing saw all these little actions of hers.

"Of course not. I'm not stupid. I don't want to scold you for nothing. But if you waste money, I will definitely not spend a penny."

"What do you want?"

Liu Zhenzhen had no idea what medicine she was selling in her gourd.

"Give me!"

She spread her hands and asked the clerk to ask for some clothes.

"It's really broken!"

The clerk didn't dare to give it to her, so she just pulled out a few strands of silk. If Fang Qingqing, who had a bad temper, took it and tore it to her, there would really be no way to save it.

"Bring it to you!"

Fang Qingqing was too lazy to talk nonsense to her. She took the clothes directly and checked them and said, "Is there any needle and thread? Silk thread of the same color."

"Yes, yes!"

Clothing stores will be equipped with quite a lot of needles and threads in case of emergencies.

"You want mending? Do you know how to sew?" Liu Zhenzhen was also a little surprised.

"Of course!"

Fang Qingqing's previous job allowed her to develop many small and miscellaneous skills. Once, in order to carry out a task, she lurked in a clothing company for two years.

This matter is nothing to her.

The clerk dubiously took the needle and thread and handed it to Fang Qingqing. Fang Qingqing pulled up a stool and sat aside, and began to draw and thread the needle seriously.

Liu Zhenzhen and the clerk looked at her very puzzledly, with doubts in their eyes.

Ten minutes passed...

Fang Qingqing stretched her sore neck and handed the repaired gauze skirt to the clerk.

"Check it out!"

The clerk took the clothes, inspected them carefully and carefully, and turned around. When he came back, he could no longer find the torn place.

The whole dress is in perfect condition? ! !

She looked at Fang Qingqing in disbelief, "Have you really finished sewing it?"

Fang Qingqing nodded, "Huh? What, you still don't believe it?"

She looked like she would scold the clerk if she continued not to believe him.

"Ah, no, no, I mean, your workmanship is really good, it's in perfect condition, and there's no trace of the fraying at all!"

The clerk was thrilled and her bonus was saved.

Fang Qingqing put down her needle and thread and sighed, "Fortunately, I am omnipotent, otherwise I would have spent money that I shouldn't have spent today."

Liu Zhenzhen: You really stink.

"Ah, yes, yes, you are omnipotent. There is nothing in this world that you cannot do. You can solve such problems easily. It's really amazing."

Fang Qingqing just thought it was a compliment and thanked her happily.

I wasn't in the mood to go shopping anymore, so I caught a glimpse of a pair of fans, the big red round fans, on a shelf nearby.

"How much does this cost? I want it."

The store clerk was a bit embarrassed to quote the price because it was indeed a bit expensive.

"Are you sure you want it?" she asked.

"Of course!"

Fang Qingqing put her hands on her hips. She had just done something amazing and impossible, and it was magical to her.

"Three, thirty thousand," the clerk said.