Chapter 72 Qiu Qianchi is possessed

At first, Jiang Yao just wanted to use the help of other customers to exert some public pressure and teach the salesperson and the lady a lesson. Unexpectedly, reporters arrived in time and turned this accidental incident into big news.

Although the price paid by the other party is a bit miserable, if you don't do something, you won't die. In the final analysis, you still have to pay for it.

Chen Yanbei's views coincided with Jiang Yao's. His slender fingers tapped on the armrests of his wheelchair carelessly, his dark eyes like cold pools: "Sooner or later, you have to repay your debts."

Seeing the tacit interaction between the two, Ali's eyes almost dropped.

The young master has changed!

In the past, the young master never let women get close to him outside, and he rarely appeared in public after being injured. Now he not only goes shopping with the young mistress in person, but also made several phone calls to make arrangements in order to vent his anger on the young mistress. Now he is actually with the young mistress in public. Play kissing?

God, is this still the cold and ruthless young master he knew? !

However, this young master seemed to be a little more humane. Ali saw this and secretly decided to hug the golden thigh of the young mistress tightly in the future.

Jiang Yao was completely unaware of Ali's thoughts at the moment. Her mind was completely distracted by the beautiful clothes.

Today, with the big benefactor Chen Yanbei paying the bill, Jiang Yao temporarily put the thought of saving money behind her and indulged herself in various purchases.

The famous brands she often bought in later generations can all be found in this mall, and she knows the styles and sizes that suit her very well, so she completely saves the time of trying them on. She can just swipe her card to buy something she likes, which is super efficient.

After spending hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars, Jiang Yao almost bought it. She left her home address with the brand counter sisters, and then she could wait for the mall to send someone to deliver the goods to her door.

"Chen Yanbei, I've finished shopping, you can go home!"

Jiang Yao put the HSBC black card back into the man's hand, her voice full of joy.

Chen Yanbei did not accept it. He held the card between his slender fingers and handed it back casually: "Take it and buy whatever you like in the future."

A very simple yet powerful sentence.

The corners of Jiang Yao's lips curled up. No woman could resist this sentence, right?

She was not pretentious at all and accepted it again. Anyway, they are a couple, so it is reasonable to spend some money.

"Thanks--"

Jiang Yao flipped up her hair, leaned into Chen Yanbei's ear, and added the remaining two words delicately: "Husband~"

The gently rising tail sound seems to have a small hook, making people's hearts tremble.

Chen Yanbei's dark pupils paused slightly, his expression unchanged, but his heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

The old house of the Chen family.

Tonight the old house is busier than ever.

Everyone knows that the eldest young master Chen Yanbei is bringing his country bumpkin fiancée home for dinner.

Chen Yanbei has not been seen in the Chen family since his car accident. The family only knows that he is now blind and disabled, and is recuperating in the Repulse Bay villa. He now has many fiancées from the countryside, so the second and third bedrooms all have their necks stretched out. Pay attention to the movement in the main room.

Except for Feng Meizhu who just returned to the Chen family.

"Go away! Go away -"

"Get out of here! Don't look at me!"

In the bedroom, Feng Meizhu held her head in her hands and yelled madly at the maid who stepped forward to care about her.

She sat back on the dressing table and stared at the mirror with blood-red eyes.

In the mirror, she looked as if she was possessed by Qiu Qianchi, with a large bald patch on her head.

Without the blessing of hairstyle, the beautiful appearance of the past has been completely ruined.

"ah!"

"ah!"

A ball of anger suddenly surged in Feng Meizhu's heart, burning more and more fiercely, causing her internal organs to tremble with pain. She raised her hand and grabbed the things on the dressing table, and smashed them one by one in the mirror.