Ye Zhiqiu still remembers that four or five years ago, when there were seasonal discounts in the summer, she walked into Qingcheng International anxiously.
The dazzling decoration inside makes people dizzy, and people who walk around the shopping mall almost feel lost.
Finally, she saw a "50% off" sign on an inconspicuous small store. She rushed in excitedly and fell in love with an ordinary white short-sleeved shirt.
Pull the price tag...[
After the 50% discount, it still cost more than 1,000 yuan. Ye Zhiqiu suddenly felt frustrated.
She was not born into luxury with her younger brother Ye Zhili and younger sister Ye Zhishu. Her father only gave her a monthly living allowance of just one thousand.
Rich people have taste, but that taste comes from money!
After getting off the car, Qin Yishu directly pressed the elevator button on the fifteenth floor.
Ye Zhiqiu was startled: "Mr. Qin, you can buy clothes on the first to fifth floors."
"You know, this is a beauty club. Leave you to a beauty consultant and she will provide you with a full range of services."
"..."
Ye Zhiqiu stopped talking. He was indeed very rustic.
It is true that the upper class is not easily accessible, so it is no wonder that Ling Mufeng, who has always been in this circle, is not interested in her at all.
As soon as the elevator door opened, Ye Zhiqiu smelled a faint fragrance.
It smells like perfume, but not like it.
Several waiters warmly welcomed the two people in.
The light blue walls, several artistic sofas, and the placement of tables and chairs are all very particular. The hall is filled with various flowers and plants, which are both tasteful and original, making it feel particularly comfortable.
A woman wearing a form-fitting long skirt came out and said, "Hello, do you need any services?"
Qin Yishu said in a familiar manner: "Ask your chief consultant to come over."