Mr. always refuses to divorce

Coming out of the store again, Jiang Jingbai not only bought the tie, but also couldn't resist adding an extra shirt and a well-designed tie clip.

For many young people who pay attention to brand culture, some logos can be easily identified even if they are only covered by the tip of the iceberg.

Jiang Jingbai returned to the flower shop, and the shop assistants habitually looked at the face that never tires of watching before they distracted their attention from the pile of large and small shopping paper bags in his hand.

In less than two eyes, someone can accurately identify half of the eye-catching logo.

As soon as Jiang Jingbai walked to the counter, he heard the other party say a foreign language pronunciation that was a bit fluent to him, but it was more unfamiliar.

"This brand's men's clothing is mainly business models. I read Weibo last week. The new models released this year are super beautiful!"

"Shop manager, are you going to transform? I have several pictures saved in my phone, do you want to know more about it?"

Ever since I saw the store manager wearing formal clothes, the excitement of several young people in the store has not subsided. If Jiang Jingbai really starts to be interested in business fashion, then they will be more motivated to go to work in the future.

Lin Jiajia was the only one in the audience suspiciously looking at the tote bag that smelled so strong of RMB.

When Jiang Jingbai approached, she pawed at the edge of the paper bag with her little finger, and glanced inside twice: "Really? Are you willing to spend money on big brands?"

Having known each other for so many years, she has a deep impression of Boss Jiang's consumption concept that is not much "advanced" than her parents.

Although Lin Jiajia and Jiang Jingbai were born in the same small county, Lin's father's business improved in his early years. Lin Jiajia moved to this city with his family before junior high school. After his family became well-off, his quality of life improved and his horizons broadened.

Especially when she was in college, she was at the age when she was facing the material knife. Lin Jiajia, like many young girls who pursue fashion, would spend a month or two eating dirt for the newly released bags, clothes and cosmetics. She couldn't bear it anymore. Either admit his mistake to his family and sell him miserably, or cry with Jiang Jingbai to borrow money with a small satchel worth tens of thousands of dollars.

Jiang Jingbai is the complete opposite of Lin Jiajia. He knew early on that making money is not easy. He always likes items with high cost performance. He knows how to enjoy them but never wastes them. Opening a store, I obviously have a lot more savings than my peers, but I seldom buy expensive things.

On the one hand, Lin Jiajia runs counter to his consumption concept, and on the other hand, she admires him very much.

Because of this, Lin Jiajia was more shocked than suspicious of Jiang Jingbai's purchase of top luxury goods.

She glanced at the gift box of shirts in the paper bag, and then looked at Jiang Jingbai's 69 yuan T-shirt with free shipping and free shipping insurance: "You want to wear this? Why do I feel that you are not going to change, you are going to change sex? "

Jiang Jingbai was amused by her eyes: "I don't like to wear this kind of clothes, it's not like you don't know."

That's not what he bought for himself.

Lin Jiajia felt so blessed, she felt the smell of dog food rushing towards her face.

Jiang Jingbai really said: "I bought it for Nan Yue."

Lin Jiajia: "..."

What evil did she do.

Adding up the big and small, Jiang Jingbai bought no less than ten pieces in total.

He was carrying things all the way, and the blood on his hands was not smooth, and there were already a few faint red marks, and he started to feel a little numb before entering the store.

Jiang Jingbai was uncomfortably strangled, temporarily put his things on the empty desk and cabinet, and planned to carry them upstairs later.

Lin Jiajia glanced at the handbags crowded into two rows inside: "...all these are for him?"

"Yeah." Jiang Jingbai secretly rubbed his knuckles alternately, "He doesn't have any clothes for home, so I just bought a few casually."

Just bought a few?

Lin Jiajia's heart was trembling.

As an out-and-out natal family, is it not good for her to suddenly have a negative psychology of envy, jealousy and hatred towards Nanyue?

But she really wants a beautiful and gentle little husband who will spend time buying clothes for herself!

"By the way," Jiang Jingbai turned his thoughts and asked her, "Do companies generally have a dress code for employees? I only know that the suits are mainly navy blue and gray. Are there any rules for ties?"

When Lin Jiajia just graduated, she worked as a clerk for half a year in a Fortune [-] company with five insurances and one fund. Later, she was so angry with the idiot leader that she almost had endocrine disorders. Then she asked her family for a start-up fund and came to Baojiang, the boss. thigh.

I bought all the shirts, and it would not be unusual to have more ties.

Lin Jiajia was jealous of her real name, and swallowed bitter tears of jealousy: "Every company has different requirements, and usually there are no too strict regulations, as long as it is not too fancy."

Jiang Jingbai was not sure about the definition of "fancy".

Lin Jiajia didn't know how to sum it up, so she simply asked him, "What color did you buy?"

Jiang Jingbai took out the small long rectangular box that held the tie, and pushed it to her.

"Plain color, it should be fine." Lin Jiajia respectfully looked at it without touching it, and nodded in praise, "This color is more picky, but it will look good when it is well matched."

Jiang Jingbai felt relieved and closed the lid of the box.

Lin Jiajia raised an eyebrow at him with a smile: "It seems that Nan Yue's score in your heart is not bad."

Jiang Jingbai retracted his tie, but he didn't realize why the other party said this suddenly.

"Personal items like this are best given by someone close to you." Lin Jiajia crossed her arms and leaned aside. "The tie is tied around the neck. What do you think it means?"

No matter how delicate Jiang Jingbai's thoughts were, he was just an ordinary young man in the end, with a girlish heart that could not be compared to a little girl with romanticism, and had never bothered to study the meaning of various gifts.

Lin Jiajia stretched out one hand, stretched five fingers and turned them in the air, then clenched them into fists: "Whoever traps him, binds his heart!"

Jiang Jingbai: "..."

No, he simply felt that this tie was very suitable for Nan Yue, and he never had such an idea at all.

"How romantic, to choose a tie for the other party yourself, and then help him tie it on when you send it out." Lin Jiajia held his face in one hand, pretending to be longing, "It's like marking the other party implicitly, wearing a tie of love." Little collar, this life only belongs to you."

After a good call, it just brought out a different taste.

Jiang Jingbai knew that she had read too much of various resources, and if she continued to talk, all kinds of funny and funny sayings would come out.

He rubbed away the strangle marks on his hands, picked up the rather spectacular shopping bags, and was about to flee upstairs when Lin Jiajia quickly added: "But you should forget it, just give him the tie, Qian Don't do it yourself."

Jiang Jingbai paused, and couldn't help defending himself: "My Windsor knot is pretty good."

This is personally certified by the elite.

"So? The better the better, the more dangerous!" Lin Jiajia spread her hands, "Do you think I'm mocking your ugly tie?"

Three large characters and a question mark appeared on Jiang Jingbai's face: Otherwise?

Lin Jiajia looked at his embarrassing face like a painting, and by the way, he imagined Jiang Jingbai standing in front of Nan Yue with his brows and eyes drawn down, wearing a tie seriously, and clicked his tongue.

She actually wanted to say, that move is too tempting, and you are too good-looking, I am afraid that you will be killed by the other party.

But when Jiang Jingbai's clear and pure little eyes stared at him, Lin Jiajia really couldn't open the pollution valve.

She then thought of Nan Yue's indifferent and ascetic appearance, and felt that the other party didn't seem like the type who would be passionate and love people to death.

Thinking of this, Lin Jiajia waved her hands indiscriminately, not caring about her predictive ability, and said casually, "I'm sorry, I was just afraid that you would be too tired to stand on tiptoe."

What the hell is she doing when people give gifts between husband and wife?

Jiang Jingbai: "..."

Lin Jiajia deserves to be Jiang Jingbai's five-star "best friend", if she wants to poke a sore spot, she will be sure to hit it right.

In fact, Jiang Jingbai is not short, his height is just over 175, and his proportions are very good. His legs are as long as some 1.8-meter-high guys. It's a pity that he has a small frame and is thin. When viewed alone, he looks like a beautiful flower. The little male model, standing next to the latter, was forced to be one size smaller in comparison.

Especially standing next to Nan Yue with broad shoulders and broad chest, Jiang Jingbai looked even more attractive.

Jiang Jingbai smiled back at his friend, raised his hand to the height of Lin Jiajia's head, and compared it fairly to his chest.

The subtext is obvious: you are a little dwarf, how dare you talk about others.

After the two of them had hurt each other, they went to their respective duties in silence.

Once September enters, major festivals will come one after another, and flower sales will officially reach the peak season.

Well-known supply companies pay more attention to big customers during the peak season, and it is difficult for private flower shops to obtain high-quality flower materials at reasonable prices.

If you don't want to be in a hurry at the end of the year, you must take countermeasures in advance.

Jiang Jingbai was not idle even when he was not arranging flowers in the afternoon. He understood the market, budgeted income and expenditure, selected supply channels, and even gave instructions to apprentices to prevent them from going wrong. In just a few hours, he was extremely busy.

When it was almost time for the shift, Jiang Jingbai finally slipped into the lazy chair that Lin Jiajia bought with a huge sum of money.

He touched his phone and wanted to check Weibo for a few minutes, but accidentally saw a message from Nan Yue two hours ago, telling him that the company was temporarily busy, so he might not be able to pick him up, and he would go home later.

Jiang Jingbai clicked on the input box, ready to type.

Coincidentally, as soon as he made an action, a line of input status prompts appeared at the top of the chat window.

Jiang Jingbai subconsciously stopped his fingertips.

The typing is also disappearing.

This shows that Nan Yue is just like him, holding his mobile phone and trying to send something to Jiang Jingbai.

The corners of Jiang Jingbai's mouth twitched, and the corners of his eyes also smiled.

He couldn't guess that Nan Yue was sitting behind the desk with a cold face, checking his phone repeatedly like a boy who hadn't received a response from his sweetheart for a long time, he just thought it was a very accidental coincidence.

Jiang Jingbai unknowingly pampered the boy: [Received.Then I'll go back first and wait for you to come back at home. ]

After he replied to the message, he chatted with Nan Yue again.

It is said to be a small chat, but it is actually equivalent to a question and answer between two people.

Jiang Jingbai was in charge of asking, and Nan Yue was in charge of answering.

How to solve dinner, and when to go home, are very common problems.

Nan Yue's reply style has always been straightforward, not a single word is superfluous.

During this time, Jiang Jingbai was afraid that he would disturb Nanyue's work by talking too much.

After Nanyue answered with the word "yes", Jiang Jingbai sent a dynamic expression of a cartoon kitten holding milk tea and sucking, and interrupted the conversation in time.

I can't understand the happy mood on the other side that is comparable to a big dog wagging its tail.

The author has something to say: Lin Jiajia: Nan Yue's face is pure and ascetic, so he probably wouldn't kill people casually.

Script (shouting): He is!he is the one!Don't believe his face! ! !

Jiang Jingbai: It feels like Nan Yue is busy.

Script (shouting): He's not!He didn't!He is shaking!tail!bar!