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From the angle of the businessman's collar, only the bridge of her nose could be seen, and she shouted uncertainly: "Ming Yue Xi?"

You said it was a coincidence that Ming Yuexi's endorsement poster was posted in the elevator. The poster was printed very clearly, and the enlarged face was flawless. It was a beautiful but not offensive face. Use her fans

In other words, it can be salty or sweet, pure or desirable.

After the business leader called out her name, she did not deny her identity, but just nodded and pressed her hat.

Then the elevator descends at a constant speed.

When we arrived on the tenth floor, the business leader said, "Hello." She took out a pen and paper from her bag and asked politely, "Can you sign your name for me? I'm your fan."

"Can."

The other party was not impatient, and her tone was very easy-going. She took the paper and pen, bent down, propped up her legs, quickly signed her name, and then returned the paper and pen to the business leader.

"Thanks."

She said you were welcome and lowered her head again, because the brim of her hat was so low that the businessman could not see her eyes from beginning to end.

There was no more conversation after that. When the elevator reached the first floor, the businessman got out first. Before the door closed, she said, "Goodbye."

Ming Yuexi raised her head, and at the same time, the door closed.

It was thundering outside, but it hadn't rained yet. The business leader came out of the community and stopped under a street lamp. She took out the signature paper from her bag, held it up with both hands, and read the words on it by the light.

"The words are really ugly."

She took out a lighter, lit the paper, and when it was half burned, she threw it into the trash can.

Are anti-fans considered fans?

Business leaders think it counts.

She wanted to smoke again, but there was nothing in her bag. She stood under the street lamp and blew the cold wind for a long time, until the sparks in the trash can were extinguished and the sparks in her eyes were extinguished.

Before the rain came, she hailed a taxi and went to a nearby gold store.

The Midas store was not closed yet, but there were no customers inside. There was only one clerk. The merchant led him into the store, and the clerk who was originally sitting stood up.

"welcome."

The business leader nodded in response, then walked to the cabinet on the left. She lay on the glass and looked at the glittering jewelry inside. Her steps followed her eyes.

The clerk came over, bent down, and said in a gentle and patient tone: "Do you want me to recommend it to you?"

The businessman said: "I want to buy a gold necklace."

Why not a gold bracelet? Because business collars feel that their necks are thicker, so the necklace should also be heavier.

The clerk took a professional look at the customer's clothing and roughly estimated the possible consumption range: "What kind of clothes do you want? Will you wear it yourself or?"

"Giving it away."

The earrings on the business collar are made of rubies.

The clerk knows the goods very well. He can see that the customer is not short of money, and he is very enthusiastic in serving him: "Can I reveal the age of the customer?"

The business leader thought for a moment: "About fifty."

That's from my mother's generation.

The clerk put on disposable gloves, took out several necklaces with suitable prices and styles from the cabinet, and placed them on the cabinet one by one: "You can take a look at these necklaces."

The business leader read it at a glance and was dissatisfied: "It's too detailed."

In fact, they are not thin. The models the store clerks carry are all of a certain weight. If they are heavier, they will look very bulky.

The clerk confirmed to the customer: "Would you like something thicker?"

"Um."

The clerk changed the model: "What about this one?"

The businessman was leaning on the cabinet with the hem of her skirt sticking out, and she picked it very carefully. She even weighed it with her hands: "I want something thicker."

No matter how thick it is, it won’t look good.

The clerk thought for a while and wondered if there were any other styles.

"I want the thickest ones in your store."

In the end, Shang Lingling bought the thickest necklace in the gold store, which was a makeshift necklace. The chain was for men, because only men can make large and thick chains, but the pendant Shang Lingling bought was from women.

, is the heaviest pendant in the store.

Su Lanlan likes gold, the thicker the better, the heavier the better.

Su Lanlan said, let's lead...

It's been years since anyone said anything about us claiming it.

"Our leader has grown up."

"Our leader is the bravest."

"Our leader is not a little devil."

"Our leader wants dad to pick all the stars for you."

"If our leader has someone he likes, he shouldn't be like dad."

"Let's lead..."

The person who always talks about our leadership is no longer here.

The raindrops fell hard and fast, the neon lights were covered by water vapor, the light became dim, the streets were empty, and the ripples on the ground spread out in circles.

The autumn wind rustled, and the peeling was biting.

The sound of rain was too noisy, the streets were too quiet, the moonlight was hidden, and the wet leaves floated into the distance. She thought of Jing Zhao.

She took out her mobile phone and dialed the number at 10:41.

Six seconds later, the call was connected.

"Jing Zhao."

The person over there agreed: "Yeah."

She squatted under the corridor of the gold store, stretched out her hands to catch the cool raindrops: "It's raining."

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Ling Ling is really super easy to coax.
Chapter completed!