Chapter 19: Sending gifts to each other?

The General Department of Honor Group was in an uproar. All departments came to see the joke of the General Department. The people in the General Department hated Han Qian, but at this time, Han Qian was walking around the mall in a dirty shirt and Wen Nuan in pajamas.

The two of them could be said to be the shabbiest people in the mall. Even so, their clothes could not hide the fact that they were a handsome man and a beautiful woman. Wen Nuan took Han Qian to various brand stores, and also took Han Qian to see Vacheron Constantin and Rolex, looked at the watches, tried them on, but finally did not buy them. The sales staff of Honor Department Store did not look impatient at all and served with all their heart.

Wen Nuan came here to cause trouble, but he was a little disappointed. This was much better than Changxiang. Han Qian did not let Wen Nuan make trouble anymore and took her to the women's store on the second floor to buy clothes. He couldn't wear pajamas all the time, right?

Shopping is the best medicine for women. Wen Nuan no longer has a headache and her legs are no longer sore. She wanders around the shops on the second floor. Han Qian sees a white long-sleeved fairy dress. If Wen Nuan wears it, it will look great. He thought that Wen Nuan didn't answer his phone call last night because she was sick, so he should give her some compensation and comfort.

"Wen Nuan, what do you think of this dress? Haven't you always liked white?"

Wen Nuan, who was looking at the discounted jeans, turned her head and pouted.

"It's not that I like white, it's you, a monster with mysophobia, who likes white."

While talking, Wen Nuan came to Han Qian's side. She didn't look at the dress at first glance. She never deliberately chose a certain piece of clothing. She knew that whatever she said was the best-looking. Wen Nuan saw the price on the label.

999.

No discount.

Wen Nuan gave up decisively.

"No, I don't like it."

"I haven't seen you wear such a skirt before. It must be very beautiful. Try it."

Han Qian persuaded her heartlessly. Wen Nuan was so angry that she was a little jealous. She knew that Han Qian only had a little over 1,400 yuan in his hand. This skirt would use up two-thirds of it. Wen Nuan was reluctant to part with it.

"No."

"Girl, your boyfriend has a really good taste. It's not about this skirt, but about you. You are really beautiful. Whether in terms of temperament, figure, or appearance, your boyfriend is really blessed. He must want to see you wearing a fairy skirt. In fact, you can see some shadows of a wedding dress after wearing a fairy skirt. I don't recommend you to buy it, but you should still try it. Your boyfriend has been staring at this skirt since he entered the door. He must love you very much. I have seen too many couples. Most of them are girls buying and boys waiting on the side. They don't give it to anyone. What do you think? "

"I..."

"Just try it. It won't take up too much of your time. Just think of it as me doing a favor for your boyfriend."

The clerk's roundabout recommendation made Wen Nuan feel a little embarrassed to refuse. She was not worried about refusing the clerk, but she didn't want to refuse Han Qian. She puffed her lips and reluctantly took the skirt and went to the fitting room. At this time, Han Qian went to look at the shoes. After looking for a long time, he finally chose a pair of canvas shoes. Wen Nuan was very tall and didn't need to wear high heels. Moreover, high heels were not suitable for shopping, and slippers were not suitable.

After looking at the shoes, Han Qian left the store and walked into a lingerie store in full view of the public. Not long after, he came back with a black bag. Although he had never touched Wen Nuan's figure, Han Qian knew her too well.

Little Mango.

The clerk sister took the shoes and black bag into the fitting room with an enviable look on her face. At this time, Han Qian also started to chat with other clerks and paid by the way, asking them whether the store was rented or bought, how much the rent was, and whether the price was different for different locations.

"Han Qian..."

During the conversation, Wen Nuan came out, wearing a white fairy dress that made her more outstanding. Han Qian knew Wen Nuan's appearance at home too well, and he had watched her for three years, and he didn't think of any words to describe women, but only thought of the four words "water lotus".

The hem design of the pleated skirt hid the pair of beautiful legs, but made her look taller. The waist-tightening made her waist look very attractive, and the pleats on her chest...hid the defect of small breasts.

Han Qian's eyes stayed for a long time. He was not stunned by his lack of ambition. He thought it was a recognition and respect for the dress, and smiled at Wen Nuan.

"Put it on. I know you look good in anything. The money has been paid. They don't accept returns."

After she finished speaking, Wen Nuan rushed over and pinched and kicked Han Qian, but she didn't mean to ask for a return. Han Qian grinned foolishly. Wen Nuan pushed Han Qian out of the store and gritted her teeth and whispered,

"It's so expensive, more than a thousand yuan, Han Qian."

"Your Highness, I just want to make up for my mistake last night. Please forgive me."

Wen Nuan puffed her cheeks and glared at Han Qian, then stepped forward and grabbed Han Qian with both hands. Han Qian tilted his head to look at Wen Nuan, shook his head repeatedly, and Wen Nuan snorted coldly

"You still have less than 300 yuan in your hand, you can't afford it! Go in and bother the clerk, I want to see if the salesmen of Honor are all so good-tempered."

It turned out to be a test. Han Qian breathed a sigh of relief and followed Wen Nuan into Gucci. After entering the store, Wen Nuan abandoned Han Qian, walked lightly in front of the suit with her hands behind her back, and took off one from time to time to show it to Han Qian.

Plaid is not suitable for work, too fancy.

Black looks too dignified.

White... White is not good, it looks too handsome when worn, and it is not safe.

Wen Nuan didn't know where the word "unsafe" came from, anyway, white is not good.

Gray, OK!

Wen Nuan pointed at the gray suit and then at Han Qian. Han Qian knew Wen Nuan's figure, and Wen Nuan naturally knew Han Qian's height. In Han Qian's confused eyes, he was pushed into the fitting room by several girls. Then Wen Nuan picked out a very ordinary white, cheapest gray shirt. Even the cheapest one was much more expensive than the skirt on Wen Nuan.

Han Qian was faster, and he also fixed his hair. He walked up and patted Wen Nuan's shoulder, frowning.

"Why are you trying on the suit? The clerk just said..."

"Shut up."

Wen Nuan turned around and took two steps back. She held her chest with one hand and pinched her chin with the other hand to look at Han Qian up and down. Very good! Gray is much more restrained, and his broad shoulders and upright posture match his short hair, giving him the feeling of a suit thug.

Very handsome and mature.

Wen Nuan also did not praise Han Qian. She made a silent gesture to Han Qian and walked to the bar. Wen Nuan turned her back to Han Qian and took out a card from a black plastic bag and handed it to the clerk stealthily.

Card swiping was successful!

Wen Nuan turned to Han Qian and smiled like a fox.

"Han Qian, you owe me 4.03 million, hahaha! Try to pay your debt. This princess will leave first."

Wen Nuan ran away!

Han Qian stood there with his eyes wide open, not knowing what to do. Just three pieces of clothing cost 30,000? Then Han Qian whispered to the clerk.

"Wait a minute, I'll catch him and change him, a cheaper one."

The clerk didn't take this sentence to heart. From the time the fairy-like girl walked into the store to the time she checked out, she didn't ask a single question about the price.

Wen Nuan, wearing canvas shoes, waved her arms exaggeratedly and giggled non-stop. Han Qian beside him had a bitter face and was about to cry. He hadn't paid back a penny and owed another 30,000? Looking at the receipt in his hand.

Suit 28,000.

Shirt 3,999.

If he didn't eat or drink for half a year, it wouldn't be enough to buy this clothes. Han Qian turned around and looked at Wen Nuan with a sad face.

"Your Highness, the clothes are a little tight. Can you go back and change them? I will never return them."

"No, your Highness knows you want to change to a cheaper one."

"It's too expensive. I feel bad."

When Han Qian said this, Wen Nuan stopped, turned around and looked at Han Qian seriously and whispered softly.

"You have less than 1,500 yuan in your hand, and you spent 1,200 yuan on clothes and shoes for me. Although it's not expensive, it's all you have. I have 800,000 yuan in my card. What's wrong with me buying you a suit worth 30,000 yuan? You think it's expensive, but I think it's cheap. Han Qian, it was indeed your fault last night, but I know that if I called you first and told you that I was sick, you would put down everything you were doing and come home to see me. Don't blame yourself with guilt, and I don't want to owe you anything. Just leave it like this, okay? Don't make me feel too embarrassed and humble. We are not husband and wife anymore. We are best friends and best confidants. Do you have the right to give me clothes and take care of me when I am sick? I have it too. OK! I've been shopping with you for the whole morning, and I'm going to work."

"Okay!"

Still one word.

(End of this chapter)