Chapter 385 Turned out to be a shameless little 3
As long as that Mrs. Lu is a smart person, she will definitely let Tang Mi help her and drag Tang Xinluo down.
This is the usual method of wealthy wives.
Tang Ruolan is not talking nonsense. She has been fascinated by the wealthy circle since she was a child. The cousin who was originally supposed to buy the little three to hook up with her husband is a very common method.
"Mommy, I got it!"
Tang Mi puffed out her chest on purpose to highlight her proud upper circumference, "At the dinner party, I will definitely do everything in my power to make Master Lu admire me. Don't worry, I won't let you down!"
Thinking of Lu Yuchen's deep and cold handsome face, Tang Mi couldn't wait to open her legs and lie under him.
I really don't know what it's like to be pressed down by such a handsome man with wide shoulders and narrow hips!
Just as he was thinking, there was a soft knock on the door.
"Ms. Tang, this is the jewelry that the store manager asked me to bring you to review. I'm in."
The clerk of the jewelry store was very polite, knocked on the door first, and then came in with a tray lightly.
On the tray, there were two sets of jewelry that Tang Ruolan had just fancy.
"What about your store manager? Didn't she say just now that she went to pick up these jewelry in person? Why did you come here now?"
The person serving them suddenly changed from store manager to store clerk, Tang Ruolan raised her eyebrows in disgust.
This is clearly neglecting her!
"Sorry, Ms. Tang, our store manager has something to do temporarily, so..."
"What's the matter...what's the matter? Is there anything else that is more important than serving VIP customers? Go and call your store manager. I'm the VIP of your store. What does she mean by asking you to come and greet us now!"
Tang Ruolan was used to posing outside, and even though she was shy now, she was still full of air in front of these shop assistants.
"This...Ms. Tang, our store manager is really inconvenient now..."
"What's inconvenient, go and call her for me!"
"No, it's true..."
"Whether you go, if not, I..."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Tang, there was an honored customer in the store, and the store manager couldn't help it, so..." The young store clerk finally couldn't hold back and told the truth.
Tang Ruolan stood up abruptly from the sofa, "Wow, it turned out to be looking down on me, Tang Ruolan! Oh, I want to see what kind of distinguished guest it is!"
Tang Ruolan walked out aggressively. She had been to this store several times, and there were only three VIP rooms in total.
She walked to the other two VIP rooms without hesitation, trying to block the store manager who dared to neglect her, but found that the other two VIP rooms were empty.
"Ms. Tang, I'm really sorry, our manager didn't mean that... It was arranged from above..."
That pitiful young clerk had been following behind Tang Ruolan, trying to persuade her to calm down.
But Tang Ruolan made a habit of bossing around outside, and even if the Tang family's demeanor wasn't there at this time, she still couldn't hold her breath.
She couldn't find anyone, so she could only stomp her feet and said, pulling Tang Mi, "Hmph, Mimi, let's go... I will never come to this store again!"
As a result, just after exiting the door of the VIP room, I happened to meet two women who were being led by the store manager and were walking in.
One of them, tall and lanky, wearing a professional suit, looked shrewd and capable.
The woman walking beside her was wearing a light gray wool dress with flat boots on her feet. This dress made her look delicate and petite.
"Tang Xinluo..." Tang Ruolan saw the other's face clearly, and suddenly raised the volume.
"Yo, I thought it was a distinguished guest from a big name, but it turns out that your store manager is here to serve this shameless mistress!?"
This sentence was not heard at all, and the volume was loud enough for the clerk and the guests outside to hear it clearly.
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